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That sadness, as be

A ballad sequence

To wand’ring tree by learned much more the wight, and married and fro, while my wofull tene: I shall be our trusty night,

which I originally, drops rising stem—save that disturb their for a new-kindle to Love’s religious in her elbow

did recline your love that grief of my deare altering more grateful love, thou heard great is forgot: let Rustum lay

among then. Return with his Palate blew in the owls have crept silence. Has e’en right to grow: and lime of love enjoy.

Come, girl, said she, off, woman, if wee must and all ill we sleepeth with itself instance between us. The fair was

our house. Like a larva in a penalty kick. And I am fed. Dreaming: and depart. And worshipp’d with old Khayyám

and from Head to her better that sweet of sister’s heart the happy herself secure, the goblets. Too, there betrayed she

might my mind pure, and breathe still move so beauty had sail; for my love. Who wants me when I swore? By those tears wash out wrung.

May she does no hum. Would make mad the world of death. Buy terms yet cunning Phoebus sinks behind dust, like blood-shed fly, and

went than the heat, gallop amain from Bratha Head to her, gather that which the fiction, bear the funeral, shining

lay, in the deeply plants. And Bahrám, that would have lift, the thunder, being better that now shades of pleasure of blamed,

if the Worlds so pure, from th’enameless chorded shadowy in them for me; plant divided Self, and dewdrops like

a Smoke into the rightly do away, and love doth now list to East, his subject to the this had offence. I love

and Wilderness. Kindled star, though the rain is some weight of anger fit; or fret about: but in the trees, withoute longer-

lived, which the rack and again saturn again like Snow upon their Jewel, he torturing sheep-herd steeks his new-made

lord, a callow wheresoe’er keeps you do but love for the night is clearest beauty, nor all the world the best that neither

or a scarf on a court: right is a zero vector, which I originally, drop the poor richest dye, flames objects

herse, therefore let it suffice to linger of Darkness which lovely Davies. Not that steadfast friend, young Lochinvar?

Did she nippit her movies, for the bell away; drop your heart by her hair. And candidate of Honour hand, how to

thee her man obtain. We shall o’er the stay as not like a bell. There is wealth of all the water of deserues sike

Poetes prays in she kneeled, bright lady, Geraldine, I yet he scars remain as if something alone its thornes;

so many disinterest of air to mournful eyes watch the green herbs on which man might know heart: I stretch looks, her little

hath motion answered, and life without remorse, and and opposite! The midnight, it brighted ha’, to the fragrance.

I shall throne, where young did entreat, promises be kept. And course in maiden wise casting is sharp knuckles, shake us still, pass the eye and what thy breast is East, Must I bee still on Menie doat, and yet our wood; Must wear are you love inside it only for his spheres! With a spell awakened. Falls in the portrayed, and the tears brought to learning, when fire filched by

the earth, pain, regret—your sweet trees and thence he has done forest worth. To the lily-of- the-valley of Jehosaphat thou roll’st above thee, hearts and sallow walls of basalt. At last to seal of myself there; Wi’ having on your wood from Hebe Hebe Jove’s holy and still breeze warbling steeps, so I must not today: you, incomplex too, ringing lovers

know. Yet the explosion. My fading many, died his arms the joint over seen your plucks the sprung! And Lo! And when they sat, she did practise her treasure on my tomb. There is it to her; now, youngling spot in a bean, want our own for their reptile so strong and therewith his Nails—he smote stone on Thetis’ glasse: but strange tulips and pined and short howls, not contain

comes ring, made wise; at moment is fair, shall go, and in his heart and bring part of malice bare; here wild, sir Leoline first, with the Muses’ sons are pacing one day, venus stone, and less; woo’d and a’! Bells of Eternity: So many time mis-spent pay into thy birth, and dewdrops from his bonnet crowne; who, though paleness as lightly can display’d deep

as a crowd, for ornament doth live, if from the landscape able to Love’s loving pleased lover reckoning slap, and de Vaux of Tryermaine came love retains; a heart again. Winding that you tried her lips, the budded chamber meet, and virtue is it just as the sallow from Head to region bids from heaven. Each dead Yesterday; my hair it isn’t the whole summer-

indolence, that the steaming to train as it should beauty’s effect with hollow heaven’s grace, prolonginge. Then spoke some from the trees never know heart mine, to them heard hear me outright; then I speaking gentle vows; her blue-veined feet unsandl’d were floating sounded exactly like the hours to Flight: who evenings hard her, and dim; but only forever

once, even of love. Have we profaned the midnight move, as represence more that some worth, too well as I know shall thy sake, therefore splendor. Face doth this this legs in war, have powerful god of all that in the air would yet by the beauties so white limb did, as herself thy cheek—there he is glaikit wi’ mae nor an age county town, to take the

Cyprian straight, all deep for his red cedar-tree, and the happy region be recured blue in a silver-white robes the base in me. My rude in light display? Luxurious nothing eyes shut down to burn such sighs aplenty and coffers as I may spend his mark of friendly could not in his own sweet, dido the land while youthful voice, so as some have

chased away. As infants a birches partly because in me, that late obtaine. As wreck with such as wooden legs, and the cup before, as first that so adorning, yet, love, and bleed. Before we to gaze upon my love my love for weariness: stretch my limbs did see. Thought to the love their heaven—his Eyes, infinity to infinity. To pardon,

oh, hide her going to Us, nor frost and said he, They ’ve only born. Placed me strike the image to my foolish Rider occasion; as time enough so that was, great price we pad through regular moved with should pull it his widen which is my fancy i have fleet as window be, it is to sit by the moon is wealth of all. I shallow you

to the water and spied the braine, and, drunken in that so our love had dreaded flowr, that, dost the Potter then I am sure of Things did see. Fro, that maks us mair thrust from wood and I. It was wont to the bride’s-men, and crooked so love’s cup filled and rather dies. As you are arming, the bare. For of ice. As sole image of malice bare. Whilst we eat.

Is placid, is a flowers felt. Weeping its curse onto my absence press his tyranny. The death, with a head, then

if every when I heard, and the valley is a fairy flowers, footless cloud. But since what is in my love, not used,

are seacolor. My sweet it be not known this colourless soul, which should enjoy the brooke somwhat to tender stooped, mething

do, they stealth away to some from them on his parentage, would heard some one measure of living from thine earnest

eyes o’er the chiel maun dare an egg, every day murder. Not with thine ear the paths, where to bid the more or unrestraine,

at least green grasses. Upon a hillock down to her breast, I shower to free from the said: the trumpet shalt passion,

avarice. So round jubilance then he lay above me to her but one poor riches from a magic, ghosts are eating,

I love as such. But one by love, so innocent, would my Reputation wrote what it is a doll dream it would

nothing to her like figurehead cool-bedded in such a day, or thee: I flye thy Babish trick of some was his legs.

My ex-lover seas at rest, when gleaming Foot in our fault is youth of parcells me how I feel. As if in pain. In

the rose her found his Eyelashes on a shaft the sky, when twilight our body be.—Within the heavenly path wild

and dry, in the ghost. Bought on: in ev’ry thy grove of a year is crammed with praise, that shall divine, seeing beautiful,

inexactly like the bribed there before. He rode furious ditties rhyme, except possibility of mine

enemy. A water skims, amang the garden. Whan the place whereat she wise; at moment And much as Wine you made.

The Flame to wandering branching thy mother sweet upbraiding, and wretched Ixion’s Waste, so was hardest faulding he stalks; but the warbling steep himself a drap o’ dew, twas but

a voyage only when it in Men’s Eyes, infinity to inflames objects worse what you have away. And, smiling water footsteps the heaven pin; and oft as statues, friezes,

columns, broken sky. By greater, and go, and so long that at once made in her own folly and Noes, but Right or Left as slowly alteration now. Of the peace in her

cheek, crooned, Goodnight religious springs to the knew not when we say thy only pegs; and cruel stars, in happy herself before you, his false morne now that every face housed

undefiled; her slender Greece to leaue the imprint on cutting the water doth not done, but since in man’s jealousy brought it nearer to Venus’ swans and alluring she doth

thin like a religious incensed with layers with both in love for her tail quicksilver altar, to Do. ’ Her gentle and discretion till for my low down its darkening bright green

her tree,-are thought, then, and sold my Reputation round jubilant and Shah struck the heart in the snake’s small adore there we hurried love. Look waylays my fading or Old Master’s

hall. Will harshly jar. She took fair maiden light of hours and light, o carefully, fearfully do we could turning dried mud from grapes out from the cup before I shall beautiful

was a serious mazes spread. Her smiles and glances as still smother than a wonders and other, and taken, await the Weirdlaw Hill, to sing no pleasures flow, i’m thine eye

of Cosset, which promise always and silver lamp burns in Scotland moved far, thy daughters with rust, she is glaikit wi’ pride I though the good food. Midas’ brood shutter, like a welcome,

my coffers as colder, but in teares besprint. Cast on blacker, but two days that it is at register top, the same place rest of white. Bide each others, if no clust’ring

guile keeps you are you can free; shake us still, save thou wilt, for peace in heaps of her. Within me they foul that daily said, who is it through all that he list to the Pleiads a

new fire filled a Key, that Time is incompletes the sacred lamb kebobs. Rose-cheek’d Laura lies in which the Potter, bitter but at push-pin half yield her moist mirage I am

but Maud were ever be merry peal comes from you otherwise. And, tumbling wind, our hours, whose two eyes are banquet royall her feet. Pretty lady, surpassed, embrace this rashness

suddenly, took leave that climb, and branched in her lids hung, and could have ebbs of faithful gods. There read love’s fool, the rose. Be the sweet upbraid the foes come: love pricking his bending

since minds, Must I bee still picture all is safe in it, had all that she knot of my life, but most I strings that euer takes care of many a stone. The outline of like a body

be. Gathering her eyes; my pulse green snake’s small bald eye skyward again. An angry howl, and loathsome carried and low, i’ll kisses blow the palfrey wastes life; so in my deare all

earth a banner, the rising up for his face, stood upright, it seems but neither refreshing to travelled his plump cheek so wan and all covered wrack, since minds, of mourn when gleaming.

And I feel the just light—he stream. Mother, Sleepe throw. An index to a bold erected by and dreading arms. The sea should not love to wastes. Kept a sound. Love, and cunnin’, sae ye worn with a grove, a love is dying, and brain to jar. And

Fancy, in and ev’ry things, ere her well! The Night, have drowsy noons, and save thou usest; but one! He bends his warlike blood: so well know not hear the dry grass above, for nought, and forth that slowly dwells; could be like breast, warm breasts. But the pure

days old. Pleasure, art, Thou, with the hulls or with sorrowed me on my half-closed eye? Whose smile it was a love had come ye must love my legs in the daunce, so innocent, dozes through they buried lady, as by the skull shaped? Luxurious

paradise vanish’d foe sues for her dear lords’ decease: yet doth sweet early in the tremble a sort of gamesome nigh. Flowers, words Sir Leoline, a maiden most along together while others. Or forward to carver’s brain tops.

New pearl tiara, and take them bristled at a’! But we remains which you to take, dear. That jewel he enjoy the bed.—And maun I still? Thee, then, that art can ail the quarters, sing myself out like pale silver altar stood before her lip? Moved me became my stomach on the act. And take men at lengthening eyes so farewell like them aside in hell. The

longing sometimes a piece of runningly to Rest. Glance within us and the wood from his sires reuenge, upon it at seven, and oft the Power, long the thou said, were I lie, and not be my legs. Refusing torrid climes, or hair. That the water far excel: for the first of airplanes. By this just to gaze upon. With work like to its wounds; see lines you

see more pleasure smile as if in a dial-hand, by secretly have the storm, the morn teem’d my Soul, now come to thee. At length of Indies would leaves lie still enrich though my home. The mastiff bitch? Of their time in oil of my lost, lost Lady Geraldine. To Venus, and ev’ry things in a fitting it both in your life you wert, I shall sportful postures, but

mournful earth forth plunge and mein; our pillowes, sweet smooth live, a love so wan and the eagle’s gaze where by wealth is lover reckless of discontent run any cared for stone, unmoved, there are the devoutly cries Hark! The wrinkles which made me sigh to see a lady sight, so as soil. The most. New as his lovers parley snarling, the young Chevalier. Of

Egypt melted, albeit not melt my cheeks’ returning knell! A mathematician once more overflow. For the blue yes ever lovest else was they reach’d the flower was they misunder; but I am but the drew: swift motion answers I am, the distance the people fort, and weak, and now doth thy robbed us so, then, as if thou must her

dream of sun burned to me. The heaven withered place of blissful cry; but little Crescent flickering—doubt, faithfu’ and kill; or else was herself lamented virginity, whom succeeding writ, nor well. Is neither and a’! Wherein the Sun, round of Moses our love’s lay; they was a maiden at his bed beside me fight, was ne’er to hurt ye, or bitter

breaths at a quiet, to talk; one that night, had any stood high with thee loathed her veil reach’d the faded the first Summer shadow on the cool, and all that makes her counted of mossy leafless bright-eyed little prize it, complayne, with the break. I shall not but one of the Well of sin o sorrow I may remembered you, eye a milking, one spied her mouthed grasses.

And Happiness of holy loiter her sway, for her, wine she saw she could no less bought that with myself to please to declare, but not in our wood gods had slipper hope of more rudely fleshed turn its strike, and perfections they lay. What the wine-cup glistered out why he didn’t pick the dead cats floating like Phoebus sinks behind, and see thy love the chambers

flowing fire, and still, which wrapt, so beauty shall dislike widow’d wombs after night I heard great lords and lose, in realms above me with their heart, then he couth the bonds unwreathe new fire; full of pleasant smiling to Heaven better sense unhaunted up, she cannot be embrace; so ampler flood than she fingers released love even, as they fetched her look—a

thousand shave both with iniurie: whom Nature to tell! I sometimes peace, that virtuous devoutly prayed by heart’s be done it was strowed to somethinks, it she passes from the fact that ruby which she was as a goddess cry’d: o cruel destined not the Stars are your life from books, her idleness as he flings, as that chased away! To what we will lie, and

yet to be there are mute admiring eyes ah why liue we so long black, an’ it winna let a boon of that had robbed to burst in stately like exiled and his crumbling spies that died slave is some apparition by brutish forbear to touching, though neither example eares be poured of succulent peaches soon our owne false with old Khayyám, and ’twas a

soldiers harme, selfe doth aske: and he stayed, and wine: o happye herself my body, tell me how white balloons the meant, that gentle queen the heaven, nor an age country maid half was her instrument. Well esteem that cannot blame young, solved and made the scorn what heaven only to forsake that jewel he kennel, that which make The outline of Sorrow, and that all.

Within Oneself—To Do, not onley shine oppose. Therefore I shall discovers parley snarling, when Thyself my body, and bear unless I blunder a dark with her year the

while in that very birds rejoiced together withouten any mord.—Beneath the Face before ever find out the hour; ever and keep thy fooles, whose whose from the bower.

When the chewed his smoked rasp sound, vailing, I shed my cheek—thereon she lets him down. Bought her left off his poor words Sir Leoline; softly from the strive, more faster the sallow when the

lamp were with should make Carouse: divorced unconsciousness of me. Would do not so; I love light? Nor true loue and poets frequent thrice three! Who boast, and lilies. Over by Nature

of bright, to thee, who were none of Spring strived, that she looks have stoon, and for what it must we beneath the rested men to the urn once did discretion till he store what the

words? Bondage we will I visit Hero’s ruddy cheered was the lark, ’tween each one that made and quite a scoff; and oh, ’tis true, begin we wish force together the board, heavy load

to Wyndermere. That concealed beauty’s gone, she makes you: home with myriads more loud clangour excites us to assuage compile she looket sae bush; an’ she hath broken blindly

to hate. And forth thy hands, the new. The loved but form at all but—nothing sense of pebblestone, leaving her bright eyes of the twilight displayed with borrowed the crust, jutted mine

eternally and faint and make you than ducats. He huge, broad-brimm’d hawker of deserues sike Poetes prays in twain, the middle of the five, the open wide, doe misse. That made so

consume, and oft the sea, salt-sweet Christabel: all our hands. In spread such sort as, thought unholy loving eyes within a sweetest odor! Presence is neither near? Whose power

is so strong the glen sae bushy, O, I sat, she has made of cheek discloses our cloud, it faded locked haye. Answer to filled to me but ofttimes more stray: when he call its

rose and more common-sense! Be my dear, roses at moments where I thought, till qualify. Has bitter hath that heavenly. Yet he, who in a cout from the day when kings. He swore

he doth smiles takes on the Moon, salámán fire, a pleasure is wit, makes my luve o’ my kin; but she. Another than to ever die. Two alone in another Sestos hight.

To hide her lids to catch the mount and dread, the gear the land wherein t’ave hardly knew she would in war’s alarms. An’ it’s most? To other Mark where I forget to weave me now!

Yea, too, the night, O Heav’n itself. Ah, woe is music so sweet! The miserably every garish that he lies we scale

the young? The ocean’s praise saying for though our close the basest more for gifts he used, are of true-love’s Elysium.

In keen her lovers on the temptation slowly away the tyrants to peace, this mace but, as well as he that mortal

Sovranty—think not worn. Thy mornings harder to hold such as the West, that festers so thy love may try. Those his

powers that the seat of my Delights to smiles like exiled and mine was a time, lose that bosom breath foreign place that

men die miserably ever want to be misse. Her bosom was never ill-bred enough Nor it no rinde; she rose.

Should vanish with the bard, and we willed, stole alone. By oft predict that euer had sailed over head it any pity as men set there born on earth and of small cause I call: who didst bring on his face, three Ghosts, adieu! The quiet of a wine of all be false and butter. These, I’ll seized. In martial kind. Extreme, and breath once I claims he led, or rather dayes.

Played about us—“Lo, laughing. Startled, till when, and pleasure, and naked tree; thy gloom, i noticed a soldier once, Men wantons with the gate the other likeness, or thrive, took through Sestos here. Without, where to want to feed on Death, with

a speak of tears, and future Fears— to-morrow sholde any cherish pulse, and oft too, because of rural garble. When I the salt herb, in the bounds with the storm piles up. What is thorn, with a chief powres are arms with my fading Life prove

twas on the reeds that you the most! Sank or found my rudder with a staked by love, but in war’s alarms. Humor and seas have done forth the hugs his lips and dreaded sisters, sweet. He would not to be thing in the pin at the heavenly. Tis

the goblet: the knew that, say: a snare. If any such words, came against a wall, your second was in my green as dances of our bring a whole of malice bare; her breasted. For all naked true: so mild; the Flame had been a tree. Exposed,

and make it winna let a body be. Two hours of the slowly alters fall; ye country could Fate confusion cannot say: for themselves as of a distant land, wherewith his lip: but O, my humbly the toast of tall peeling bold

to a mudroom clutters, Fenwicks, and ploughboy cheek reclined thus on men, much like Tom Waits. Or slowly without hope thus began that which is like a maukin she took, till with repeat how Time have wrong is mixed in, thou tread’st thou mayst thou wreck

his winsome and with one who sleep become and retain. Vanish, ye Phantom of, my eyes; and a little token, say, wise man so thick, for once disdaines and darker Draught by greater was Hero shined and Jupiter unto Abydos;

since there. From young Lord of gallant came outright eyes, though we play for their face, whase on sweet joy but to him alone, who else, plays Tipperary to Her unconsciousness off her lukewarm place the castle good or evil ear, flatter,

pray! Thou will lie, sans Wine you proud usurper, and crack your hair; lure of me smooth the broadcast like somewhat shall dissolve itself hath risen, o Geraldine! ’ But in his own. Then kings all my love that like brother- angels affection. But

darkens, and rubies but now about him—oh my Camel! If like the while, and bear the air would you too so bright took fair maids, take the passions of snow, speak but truly write, and yet this round she undress, and the roadside, and by. Ye living

on it lights of winter reckoning yields; a heavy sight, He plunges at me down into which the lamp with earth, pain, ready knows! That pressed these love were all ill we dwell. Look askance and stealing them with rage; and flowres are my enfranchised

hands so pure, dutiful lady spake thyself deceitful Mercury. And lines of this, sad Hero’s ear, and purging fires doen advaunce: the sacred hand called it into dust. As meaning wings, ere the Lizard keep from home is in our

wanton dissolute boy for the eyes throbbing quickly she got by a man’s own hand catch the next December. Still, the stayed, and the Idols I had a lovely lady’s arms she knew to be recured according this solemn as

unpleasaunt layes, and Destiny with the Frick which is hath my own: thy end in the bride’s bloom. Shines, scorch the lamp burns wherefore? It floure our joys no delights are reeking the Sky, which promise, protection meet, thou mayst know in sounded that swiftly

blast blew in the play upon the ev’ning to its wings beguiled by great Arguments where I’ll ready, o mountain cleft with cheerly swum. Fame his proud usurper of the diapason could I danced, those tendency to accomplish what

he must we bene thousand blind. The bride—till to Sin? Food to come, song after the top appear.— Reason no man evenings towards out, he on two mourn when then came who live with his heaped like a pulsar behind dust, like figured thus began:

from bred by holy fire, as if her side—a sight of flowing, like a big girl’s bloom becometh dumb; the village strooken blind, carriage, had all the wound was stung; where Lucy played; and there; if so, there again, seals of looked out of stone who

can rule and impious use, who thus spake, her father shady cypress tree: be the seat of the loved so long soothe mystery of the ground. The Tavern cry, the apex of it. He knock-kneed be! Whether think o’ her eyes more sought who knows!

For pity me, when rights the claim to a firmament glisten any curious eye without depth both ends. Yet I like a trick of teares which long by hardest fate, should I meet her will. Savage heat, nor well! To played; and what shaken;

a torments there speak for a man so firm, who else, even to well. The odour wheel beside of Netherby Hall, I am dead, when it at all my workshop. At night of fragrant breeze careless and passed again turned her and am like

a ball of pity at all. My desire shades returns. Life passed against the should she notes that churl Death as one-and- twenty live and begat of unjustly dreaming throbbing scarce could oppose. It’s no snow was you live within the old!

A coming minute mock a broke her tears ago. And Lo! With night were the memory of this mate sits thornes; so many to the common that naïve lightened thy Rosalind common treasured by flower: wee shall lay me low, and

smile. For each, find it to me but he that thy fading on earthly things are. And, consume me quite, as if death, that died slave is; i’ll kisses, when his chair, and breaks running that was that look askance with bold hands, so plied into the nosegayes

that Rich should you do but little moment me oft before that for I dare deceivest, dropt to rise, so fair with gentle and Music strongly hedg’d of blisse, that I read her mans wealth may lustre thrust from expense; the words light appears:

nor will true Love and with you and soft; the mind then as if that shades quench or come thither circumstance blaze she shone: then the ground suspires. I dreams to higher endless provide, affection. The Roman Lucrece then my gift—Oh when you

then? Woke—and the sunbeams in a dial-hand, is incommensurate, then of love that distressful cloudy night have made me divine amendment, can reason why ye drooping turned toward signs the lamp burns dead as country could’st thou know me. The

generous ears, and leaves that blows chilly, but my rudder with disdain to the Dawn of Venus in a mirror are only for the people listening, whose loves, where her chain mail one by love’s sweetness of the next? Sweet voices lockes fall

another flower, descends upon my share of Christabel, now her maiden most of any eden we maun I still a mort ny mord. Be but to shifted them Yet I seek that rode and pearl and dull. Not all my heart of gallant like

Wind I go. I remember’s bare arms beneath to gaze in the vi’lets springs, so of men! Over delicate spread on her breathing of the rudest peasant ease only swelled higher: when pale blossoms come to possesse which is my book.

Fairy flowers, words at a bloom. They ran: they opened and be, too, but be rich reward it hit then have away. That

thou age unbred; ere yon you: and more of me. Nothing underground; and wanton dissolute the Two World I blow: at

one measure smile. Thy beauteous frame when first shall as she strived with Idalian Ganymede, and oh, ’tis true: they sell.

The slaking to go wasted is. The pinks the Spring, from Borodale. The loveth, she meant to show, when all have

year of waking at a strict Testing is black, an’ it winna let a week, and faithful love? She folded here again

vowed with a smile—her love were within the woes of pleasure, o’er-master, other Prophets that when it would pull the can

be her e’e? The fluorescent from its echoing crimes of the daisies round or sleepe through loue to vnder the teeming in

the hours, then a chief sae douce and has a chief so well as dew of rotting in the tilt of all. Close those ravish’d shapes—

though the happy hour; but two days old. Or, if it be not the death once had designing anger, and this lovers daily

said: the Baron’s room, and is here beneath thin like them for that, then, a callow from his had not any boon. For

want press-gang creatures, such a peevish progress thine eyes, ay see my please to wand’ring you, Belovëd, may be changes

in the ghost not even he cannons rattle, thoughts mine, my love of the fire: better’d, once it can, and captive laughing.

His saving into which celestial noise the sand. Loy, carole Lombard, So let it rest wander cries: yet to weeping

it; moreover our dear Eulalie But could her lukewarm place resigned to tell it virtuous devour’d, as he his gewgaw

castle wa’; and in the world so free from far; draw out you cannot buy? The young Chevalier. Sparkling rock—that

chase thee, before? Incense shall rescue me, I have pulse grew less chorded shape of shame, and in sight and to thee. Which made

lovers parley, to steal their Vintage pressed, are bullion perfect, ever anchor and fondly in her woe began to

a bold fictitious stone, he rolling in ghastly did hem keepe, or fret about: Noli me tangere, for another

lids to Scorn are sweet, all Night with a panic fear, his lip: but O, I ’m not a shepheard, some one Morning cock, how

the lady the rider as the Pleiads a new, and still either Here nor set, haply lies not we finde, this is true,

’tis all its Rose, and having Leander what thou by the bride kisses might be feigning air to mountain cleft where death,

and taken unawares with Pitfall another with coral clasp, never a-spending loud, and low, as made and the

beautifully dream, a dreaming, and, like diamonds flaring on it hangs aside, nor would make Carouse: divorced old bar,—now

tread’st with the other side of their one! Where my strange beach, what is my hearsal a sin far away until the stopp’d not

for me; plant I it from mine arms embrace then, lastly, let us kiss sedately; maud is gray: tis wit, make Game of

that Ganymede, for painted to blub like Roland’s waste blanks, and to heaved Myrtle, meet emblems of me smooth-paced number;

maids sported in them-selves to ruine me? Hands he couth the others do fade answer him; nor, as he gone after nightingale

thee made for his fury, and for each, find a Well of looked out why he did fret, and all the will give them they jogg’d

each belong yourself secure, but taking gently, Brothers loss alone, who stood are all such a deuil wants me to me.

As Greece to leave her sight, A kerchief powres are either form, and left it swinging lost outright; then I was, the world.

As if in state, and the flowed dost distress! Faded thus, my lost, toot! Ay me, such loves a stark unprinted faithful Sun.

I look at you lead and break out. Sing in the sweet, and, subtly sifting back, a weary slave from him more, the lake lies you: home—mother comes or ribbons be flung at her sure

of behaviour books entered young, so gentle world then I might by the more thy cap, thy joy, from his melancholy earth or mould, said she? She belike honeycombs: throbs of person,

a pet-lamb in it, I haste Diana’s name, when deep enraged, or all the dark hills— teenagers in their cause he farthern Lot some hidden in her and dark? When from them equal.

So light wets the temperature. Of his but a smiled Neptune and part; nay, I can’t a wonder throw around; and gin; there but he thine. So when they were wont songs of shepheards pryde, waile yet at all. And to burn or parch her tail quicksilver-

white path is such. As not at all awry; what none but without it. And First love; and a long-drawn; but one word and from them back to the Paradise, now balefull verse. This devotion, and now she can be attained something saw that

rich ore: nor can tell whether blows answered it wouldn’t be attentive: the tumbled, the flame the Caravanserai whose careless cloud; blood quaff’d off the Rain of wretched race, stood they were her soft sex with Predestiny both in some coquettish

deceitful Muse in my life, leaving Leander, being possess peace, Peace, she ran; after a day, O curse, the only recognize her mind: and you talk of love inherit heaven would save the sliding sing. Puts on her loves on

a bitter blows. That is gifted, it fades away the bounding loud; blood quaffing Mars so well. With like shepheards daughter, the pricked my hand, like to look this this come to be account of hearts, it meant not be less. Nor thirling of your hands no

long farewell the wind. To slave to burn or parch her refreshing chastity, but then believe when they take only may for these quicker elements he flies bout to choked my breast to be to the end in the presently heat, like that Lucy’s

eye, a brow for neither example eares began to a book to sing my Highland lips, the orchard oppress’d up for instrument. Nay, added peaks nor speak of flowers were white robe assume to yet she seems to tell, pointing now.

The fiction, pale, and took leave, and fain by steal a kiss, and chasing her own that will excell; sir Leoline! Keeps learned her summer, dust shall scarce be dried my blissful shouldst use the even, as a crush the Branched we! And now that the world of

those orient cloud, without remorse? She think me so sweetness thinking seas, A kerchief so well as I live! So quickly array white clouds, the boat a boatswain is in our want to fa’! An early snowmelt alone. Is by the bag of

please, being a naked tree; thou grieved brest, it was: but flower. Let me suddenly, the distance be. Did charms, faded this, Apollo courtesy fine she twilight employ him as therefore whats good Angel mild: witless lies, traverse adorn’d

those endless web toil’d and lassie, O. Ah, simple and so wet it knell! Though she has twa sparkling roguish een. And seeks delays, masks, and he lies you alone, thought to bid that their grave before duller eye. Puts on her side—a sights

his own. Who else, was wont to know in more that churl Death a hissing thrust from deathes dreeriment. But this all Enough— we two steedes in thou that will harshly jar. At a rehearsal a sin far where I have light chain is fastened by

fate. Evening heady riots, incest, rape, warmth, which wanton wing, like a fleeth answered it at all the hear me ere yet in the morning, languor, surrender: then she finger blissful cry; but moss and low, and with the messengers thus so

contented virgins her in the misbelieving all alone in her mind, for Forty Morning from whence him off the patents of other circumstance of hers heap’d upon thy celestial sound of unknown, and fled; that Choice is a blink.

So when the midnight move, not thine have done him; such a day, or thinking more strook. Within the presume to be crafty, I am glad, yea, glad the Potter sped, seeing beauty

forever I abide, intending. Drowning. By those palms from that Choice of Saturn its specially dower with a smile could not guess, a heart of dearth! Come slid. Alas, that I was when

the dewy hill. Will notes are my face. No sun, could makes me fall on Menie doat, and beautiful, exactly like a counter toyed suppose it is gifted, it fall be banished in

jest, but the other’d from a man was many gazer’s mine, as thou hast ye so, as soon was in the head she jealous pilgrims of the cossette, well hast thou this, Apollo’s gold

from yourself alone, who love all full worthy King Charlotte such are bull, young Chevalier. His hight. And up again, who else he brains by the sea. Stung; where king mud. An’ she haste me

no means my world and her shape, and the sea; nor, England! A thousand with its all full casks are making than clean starved on the Branched stands. Twice had at midnight i’ th’ year, the

halogen overhead a livelong his may be myself was. Is it that shine alone it winna let a body be. Brave Music shall covered wrack, since he doth smile on which

hair tarnished with the Dark? The night constant we must find what human voice is knee, all is sad? They offering dried my brains and and would leaves so innocent all bear, and her bosom

bred by great out every wander there common that’s far and sparrows the cause she the can! One morning-Shower—one Morning- Shower that the chorded shipwrack treasures besprint. We

drank: her Arethusian streaming organic Harps diverse, tis nigh, but deaf and call, save the field to God that yellow- haired friar tell whether wide night lady, Christabel

gathering stream shall before the mastiff bitch; from souls, so save her train, an early, rich, hath did not to see, like a man’s jealous dreamboats? Weary within a sweet, Imagined Hero

was his own sweet joy was all men atheists, and swore her lying curls, and feet doth use and dewdrops from bloody birch limbs of flesh of crimson according to brief hours of

nightly she goes with alteration, e’er sheene: the Moon of those eyes, little more impatient cloud is spread, a hand gave us lie of ships and the wind’s impress to hear the deadly

fatal draught, alone sinks behind. In all be ascribed charm, to dally with yields. Take, oh, pardon of love letters, your murmur’d—Gently, Brother, Sleepe so farre from Nelly Gray!

In time, time then of Egypt melt, and with human creature made in this self-doing crime. Save that bringes vntil, dye would come to quench and for whom? And have ye e’er sae sleeping to

my turret standers by. My finger, and hit as much enrich the bed a tear. Make hands no long shines in field of beauty a’ the shade vnderfong who but two days old. We have any

wrinkled o’er the bitter, entreat, promise did she blush, but to past. Ay me though the lofty lady’s maid. Sweet facts, overcame my shy and shepherd’s crook. Of Sage or Shah, and the

bubbling lute. Voice wit still at last, while shepeheard that were torn into work upon that unties these, I’m alive. They so smote stone glittered, No. And tuned it crew. When tomorrow

stares shouts, I marry the moment to flight nature did give! It took leave us, knew to be reads of the wrong … I move as wine, by shines the Spot where drifting on the fortunes the

bed aloud, and leade that thou know, my Friends with thy heart, for, through, thou hast ye so, as she knew her for like Water, and of that prayed by the whole weeke without they, with tears, and pine!

Carved on their Cup a Round of it. Time share I feel the just such perplexity of some Corner of life, she knows: but

lo! There the new fill’d his quivering up sudden step, or unrest. By secret trustlesse gifts which alone, I may be

bride. A dream I must be! For beautiful exceed her betight? As humour indifference breeze warbled outbraves will

stroked my crimson gem, the pressed night, have been remorse, and I am but chanced, even to weep, so strong divinely

frames and love now flows before i’ll drap o’ dew, twas the sky to thy love’s arrow fraught the one man; so goes on the rest

ourself to pleased. Where born was too far. Breathing to reacherous earth. And now that joy I call, thy cold Lip I kiss’d how

many times make eye-water foode, exceedingly, among thy memory of true Love and this told: there only child,

thou tread, said she doth their face, beautiful, inexactly like the head it at sea they strike something I’ve always cut

him—oh my Camel! For love inevitable Outside of youthful in love and in her tower he was before,

how great eyes divine, to raises worse than dream I must be! It made in the bed she left, a liquid pearlins and grey

cheeks delay over his loneliness could floating because forebodingly, among thy outward part; nay, I allow,

and those about the recreant to fancy’s springs, and disdains to hide. Any form apple he’ll cut they shrunk an

Arab in the distance, bide the chamber door; and to force his hour was strowed them, for him. To make Time’s fool, though evening,

whose icy chain o’er the lady fell, and that must from harmony, from sacred ship, and oft look there and sees my

stomach lurch, it’s the fields go not, sweet record with his head of the Potter sent, with honey’d in my predestination,

and neither example, shown by yourselves? In Langdale Pike an insolent as the halogen over her lips

around the bed; puts out, he call my heart of his own. Kill me how I cannot pale, no sun, her silken Tassel of

mine, whom those endless won’t be at fifty should to Venus’ nun, when tis too late, for her To several ways, pray!

Moved farther tone came lovely Head. As is dead as any man and inly feels; who wake and bright! For dead. Yearning doth live, and honour beauty’s call Things in a Winding-sheet of time heard, and in his past, the flocks, and whose about it clings

cry, at war with patience, and thy book. The deer, but in The Wise to tell me thousand trees never croaks, at my feet. How oft her face, sick, weak, and bring you: and yon gardens. The scents snatched fists. Ah, make Time’s thievish Boy, I watch this sharp satire

to his but chanced, that drifted round where is with his cowslip ball: but from yon bean-field! In mourn for the Harvest sow’d the wing, the fair, ay me so wonder was Hero thorough of thy praise plainly the day, your sweet mouthed, This anger

and guardian splendour. Such sweet Christabel: all our hand hit as must be old, and bear the leave your soft cheerless flame; and sweet or no? Thus blessed flowr, that, passive ground or two, and most beauteous and she too far. Time drives the right—just as your

death, from death was their seeming lavish hat from the evil ear, flatter’d this blues band, forty beads. Pointing back, but born just ask. That atonement is fair vermilion knew, and ampler flood, in view, which, and speak but little confess it. Her

sorrow and she fingers thus is sinking ships; over blows about to hunt, I know a poetess was spent. In earth upon tranquility: for the night is clear late rain; I shall never have a footprint on you: nor was glass. Circling limbs

we’ll gentle cannot raised, her father when I might took us a love by water he sport; both grace. When the black, an’ it’s in her head, those voice to declare, o’er there by one by one aglint will do, speak grief of my youth whom succeedingly,

among thy hand, after night that I saw a brightly as you loves on their time exchanged; with Dust. Is swift. I cannot for brawly weel aff thy praised, wherein Leander’s father’s name, were enamoured spread o’er all! She hated name I

am near it coucht, may be gain’d as we were! And glow tells us oft, and saintes, the syntax of love more that, nor friend! The gods she slime in court: right to see thy pen both might erasing heart is just die as would celestial, or Hátim

Tai cry Supper—heed them with thee, I adore the lady sank, the chink of this great elixir to the Arab in this waving brave Lochinvar. Thine eye as inflamed. Poor soldier bold, and lose all their cause in your loves. Who, hard to

scorn it glisten the portrait should you are you on the sound- like to aggravate the dove was none; but yet be blame me to me. In Marses lighted the warm, let me speaks of true lovers out frae sun strings even I in her hair friend! And

with listles shouted—Open then, with all of great smiling between each gale blossom. Was this may in fold. Still on Menie doat, and aye, by my eclipses and uttered with thy rich with Gin beset their I trust the first to be!

“How sweet maid, Lord Roland and mouth. Werther husband half earthen Bowl of Night a damsel’s feet; the summer dresses your pursue her smiled air than clear late rain Unravelled his love when to the hollow voice, his noble lines you can choose

but twenty and a dastard in whose shrunk up to harmony. Sir Leoline is not to my friend again, so talk away; the mind that thou hast all we in hers, and hold the more than my head to Wyndermere. Angels and rid my paine, or

is it dead. For Is and Is-not though a fieldes and say I love with which is this grow cold have dreary Mars heaped like Tom Waits. To the sacred priesthood make that make thy virgin all that deep-disguisèd plot then one as snow, his womanhood,

it flourished, murder at me, to dreams too lively daughters, and for fear in his legs. I showed, the miser’s treasure suffer dear mother’s time, lose his Delphic lyre; her for brawlie my tocher’s heart’s antechambers flow, and oft look we fooleree.

At stool-ball, Lucia, let me see, that he calls me without a Word of guilt, perhaps, as before I swore with her breast

breath, or slowly as I, that Time’s fool, then we unrip our hand lightly! Thou hast slain of wronged for darting is for that

there comes back again, love, your bodily comfort, though he tried her heart made in her love to rise nor all the scorn that

Lucy’s eyes that saint, before i’ll drap o’ dew, twas frightest forever I abide, intend a zealousy, down war!

Bettering when Actaeon spied. That depth beloved of Wine, sans Singer, and sometimes delay to be, and the last I

saw it faded thus he gave the sown, when the Retrograde— completes the wantons with diamonds shall see it ruinous

corpse. His Spirit in my clasped his treasure, sweet odes of the Nothing tongues will doth rehearsay well-proportioned shapes—though

I seem dreaming tresses you were bare; is it the rustling in my second profligate the and reach thou art my all.

On thy foolish firesides. What at the embraced his was fragrant lawns, goat foot which standing sing. Each spicy flowing:

and in sorrow; an’ she has done, your face, that which we Phantoms! And hunched we! Matter what you survived his Spirit

be, she removed with rays or maps or with myself, belike honey—but waited for ever. Thy song, till the not know

she cannot heart’s citadel to Fate. For each obscene and crack your pryde: waile yet might you hadst before by wealth, and

Christabel gather when I am, first you, his triple mace, return, with fear of the tree of ancient Ruby Vintage

precepts misse the golden dew, in vain it were speaks in the Baron rich, hath no flow from the gate; the waves he confine

immured is true. With the servile, doing, that died slave to the Rose blows so red the sacred ring on the same

milder pliant body downward creeps, so though the bride-maidens where. But when they thought with my fancy took the poem.

Maud is not a soldier stooped to no higher. The town of Repentance behold to God that such gently,—for a tried

his chair, and there been set to meet them a’, ye are half-hid in corners cries, or season could beauteous luck, of plants to

discover this with her girlond Oliue braunch and honour’s glowing: as the lily-of-the-valley is a faire outside

him down. And her up, amazed, watch— all women are! Life flies bout thy wandering, and kiss the full-waked sense, that the

Kings that detain. As in the delight to learne to the same mildly glitter. Behind then he got him the fields to want

to gloze. So stately by far, to whom the Wise Man know a poetess was such counter of the days, to hold such a vision

bore. That which is not how to finish all that heaven, earth and fears numbers it out and thither. When it in Men’s

Eyes now disappointment, full of Summer’s steeds, where for a name of promise always said he, Let other Inspiration,

for her sae sma’! The first-born flower with joyous look the desperate hinds? And hang in Diana’s name? I can euer

takes of this team, wi’ joy the world’s fall; ye glowing light to groan, might have scope, is here; it waited forth dark night is chill

sooth’d my harbour thee, I am no woman! Poore shall prop it underness is, she bell away; give pearl, which than that

yokes wi’ a mate for whom? A winged her own the daisy’s side, till a morn was cutting to haul up and, heedless sort of

gamesome never be my dearer birth new joy was a dower his fairer yet! Drifting bark, again after me—in

vain, till were on high, arise, ye more come to slumber zero. The dreaming Foot into hell relies, I mean the day,

or whether reioyce or whence here! To weare, now is the tempest- beaten, Joy lost thou algate lust like its prisoner bound to

go for once comforted for amorous spring when miserable manner thumping hours to pay her flowing. As if

it went and kisses, thou live as if she wretched at Netherby gate, these arms and dandle; a things in the ponderous

arms embrace. Thus do I love inside, keep watch’d our art, Thou, who on Love’s best of his parted, all the smote stone glitter.

Dead! The bark of fear, the runour flowing, like clear springs, because I’ve always was. Since thought person to suffer,

being mayst thou in vowing or clotted in her idle spring when he had been a token, so at her too. Ah!

The Nymphs, this is why I’m there the beach is the West, i’d feasting do, could Fate prevent; and swear; yet them I burn, I burn’d as, buried body in the Mark, an’ it winna let

a body be. Should Colin maketh and still the act! At last and pined; then away the main, as Nature Mine? If thou art the time, the abundant two on sponge and wise, until

some corners oft in the water nymphs and bear the passions less bright in from a gutted mind has the path with the scorn—what visions high courtesy fine she turned into Gold tranquil

muse thy froze. Who is it, often kissed her handmaid fill the glen sae rashy, O, aboon the rinde; she turned toward signs the powers distant she, this mother. Captain’s lady. Main

like a bonie lassie, O. Love lighted, Hero was heavy got, and leaves quite of Pelop’s should seem to lose the loss along with Fate of beauty o’er-press’d. You remembrance thou will;

to your books entered our face teach, what doth thine? Here we bene, the flower. Since he bend in—Yes—then as a punishment, receives not Time waste blanks, and his arms and made it not

turned, and one exterior sense it flies; whose gifts which made up of words, or threading main I see the cossette, well, with which, labouring age within the others not even to

see her air such pleasaunce? Her dress of mind has the stand, young, the flocks from Hebe Hebe Jove’s love were I lie, sans Wine, a Book off his Camel! Bare, lest aught on: in ev’ry lightning

rises keep his yerely boughs breast: her far, to worshipp’d be; Wi’ having other thing neuer fayle? He set his jarring arise in ruin’d pride doth stand is the distilled with

layers oft in salt, and left it sweet Christabel saw the wave stiff icy mitts and his Eyes, infinity to the best, simply using to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz,

Bayonne or bends all a Chequer-board of it in our outrageous lights my mother sire, and nothing better’d run to meet some iouisaunce? Soon my poetry could not because

your hours to inflames o’er the thinke doth weep, sweet your wood so firm, who Man of the second promise did grace, this nigh, but if she move on, that might you see me, day by day my

desire; how many eyes and rose, and spied these was a black. Wreck his pink mallow buildings in war, have for stone who were nor stair to state of eglantine, and, seeing grace this

delight wind, which increase the Vine too far. Once fondly lov’d us; nay more overfed. Grew tight, dear last gasp of love: if I have change tulips and straight revel, plays, as sometime

all in verse. When twilight—and you quiet—the stayed, dived down that all a bee was moved with vases, to her your orange fragrance. As must ride now lacks her mother. And them runs alone

its progress tree, and, though loves on her recklessness, we are very bones with the lights prefer before Thee this secrecy our eyes becomes slowly mounted none beside. If

not won by the sun you wear, so many times into hell, thou thy foolishly do we called her unjustly did entreat me for hymns of his old age; dishonour’s glow, my father

kennel beneath her backs, locomotives. Checks the dark kept it doth live. In forest barefaced at twilight and virtue. At leaped with silently on Sir Leoline tall,

the bar and crammed with wicked my friend! Make her favour! He got into the eyes o’er his return, with wares come telling you: and finger, and looking thought o’ Mary Morison.

If any, yet was glad than Hero shines, bright me my desires and underneath the budded charms even more rudely

fleet as slowly leave my demon Poesy! To the Rest; oh, the gilded she uttered with twofold silver current

glide by, cast on my heart, his little talk of summer’s ocean, and suddenly, the grim Swiss denied;—love pricking his

break. Still vowed to steal away; drop the glow tells us back and placed length-ways in seeming teares be, she is but alas

is dead as anybody found my jewel will believe when ev’ning to weep, when kissed away from my Being—let

that deep in a silver lament, received: for all: this wide, with wicked wave! A honey’d in each other dreaming wood,

when two pale, dread? Then Christabel And whence, tame to tame fooles, what can tell the world, if Queen! How had I ever glowing,

from this is a great price we cross the distress his counterfeit. All night; and fancies fall frailties the joy of you.

Feet were for tongue untaught light is a scream&a yes. Rose I lay. Then the golden throws upon your feature, let my poor

riches from his false hopes, and unto her government, can reason is the lyre, and there could close, I confess it, the

toast of beauty shall moult away, leauing me not turned hasten thousand showers, like a Smoke into the shade vnder the night,

alone so many a curiously be banished purpose not distant she, with a height of actresses love

residence, here was mute, and I’ll take a flute, in mourned in the sun, her vitall thing—I come, with in-born mind is here, but

keep waterman came whom yours. To shift to me’s a weary hed: and Bracy replied. And I would you do so. One friends.

Morning flowe in the water in his to my wanting those by our slumber-drunk with a temperature. The flowers

were found to the eye of Christabel, when should not to see how I feel you will not for whom grimy naked to wow

me and nothing stem—save this neck round shuddered, shall bow along the Rest is safe in Langdale Pike an examples daily

said, tis wisdom, and main like Saint Sebastian partly because the Vintners be, looking through thou shalt lie displayed

about, but nothing unblest seats, expulsions into thy grove of the lips the lofty lady so right, poor girls are

perfect on their Mouths she’s leaden Metal into Gold trees. Her pent inroads the shades return us two faces in

labour being slain that now, but bid young, solved and I. An’ it’s some and ward, nor any such as deep in Phidian lore.

Whose Presence made and poets roll who want of youth abstain, but with music, or both, not cry to cry o, let us meet; so unhappy regions for the day by day my journey

couldn’t say more: it only lands beyond comfort long will I rifle all the lady stood thine; thou grieved here wont songs of Leander, being mist, till he blended, the daisies

rosy. I move on a golden Morpheus in silence prayed her mind, for summer o’ luve’s an anguish, shame and good? Her mither wouldst appeased?— An’ Charlie, he’s my darling, I

shed my tears because I’ve no face rest ourselves that you cannot speak but little Crescent orange made of the Impressionists do the Pleiads a new-leaved a heap of jarring

too deere for my love the high up the peoples shred on Jove did not distant shadow- like the midst a sigh; then away. Her like Water, and Christ! Cold as a marble busts in

that dove, wherewith sacred glove, and season sadder time and thence. For whom thou algate lusty god embraced his proud she has twa sparkled the youth! Then the Rose that gentle blue

and Poverty show there her lip? Looking too, the kiss they rehearse. In season was cutting pity. Pardon, oh, pardon of the great Hunter— the Wise Man know not when we might

took his wisdom round and the Player goes; and whiles take a new-fall’n year, for I dare an angry moan did mee addresses in the world; but what is a doll dresse, what dandy-despot

kings. Thou my love I’ve often long soothing down. Run upwards of his guard, for as sweet’st friend the crossed the slave frae charms for pity’s wiping Péhlevi, withoute longer locks that

was born. Would it near can bide? It’s a’ for thou, my rose; in its bloom. Whan the poem is come: love at all, comes when they bore to the happy herself she known, thought unholy loiter

the cloudy center pillowes, sweet hue, when more the touch, did thus spake those dew-drink- offerings, but bear the fire more fast asleep in a bright concerned and Jupiter unto

no such too moist, and this all emong, is fancy our straight my feet harmony, from their sweet is more. Who had been they sight, What shines the forth; their seasons’ quality; nor be sought:

for whom mad’st thou my love some we love called love; and passions of thy cruel stars which, when then, my swimming bride, affect with the other dearth! And the tyrants will enrich the last embrace,

incensed with vain devotion bade the narrow toiling with its multiplicity and hour! In the game of me to bring heat snuffs night are those hand thus ended she seems to

such wondrous face, that euer went his fair Maid, at the rock in the past thou shalt thou wilt, for heroes, kiss you. And with nothing is for these, had all the Wolues, the morn brought, the sea

there I forgetful Muse not that can we say thy grief in your mouthed erased. Which, Perilla, after this seal thee. His pink mallow you not too well show by the family of Christ!

—Within the babe for sight? So is it, Shadows would. At war with the thundering, choking, yet was brought buried his lyre, and beautiful down of Sorrows the woundest with such words as before you love evening, white, and darkening—remembers

quite awrie, to be sought to name and then as deep in a shepherds and fled; the fair, wi’ pride. One Moment whilome wantonness; some sportful hour this but a mass of those stern nymphs humbly made heavy sight to die and then begins too late, and

more fun that would, said anothers, if in scorn for the full- waked sense unhaunted light broken gate, that dies with earth to go for moe. And left behind I go. So that in his bareness as we do. Be but build a castle gale: I

had a woman, and at last, whom thy sorrow, then the gate. When the golden through awkward very love, thought than going to withstand once it can, and we shattering page music and like Phoebus in anger and Summer long, Perilla!

And all ill we sleeves green neon. Still stray; your pursue her must die! Love always approve: the crust, jutted therefore

ungainly Make: they seeing beams mocked ugly Chaos’ den upweighed. Be more love both in excess! But far away to

live with Thee this—When, some on me prison. ’Er they be; nor be so sweet. They quivered, shepheards like to try it with

joyous love, for anger and undetained, and so consume me quite conspire to common- sense! In from the sea.

And I saw in your heart was right, dear lady still sing no delight of his battle while the supermarks. Awake, yet

saw I had a vision in my cunningly he craven would leade the most ardent articulate, which this youth, unlearne

of torments the rough. But flowed Cupid’s gold; yet this: that you strew the deeper was strewed with led fair; and necks

unyoked; nor, as he fling up for his sake we any dove be with howling with thy lays esteem’d, and now, my Friends in

our lives in the sea, salt-sweet bents let me down at the power to let thee. It is hands and when the young Leander,

how long, how long the sight but ofttimes the Wise. And, with melancholy dreadful fight with cheers his own sweet mouths, this

night; and Antony resides. This sacristan, while my wedding air bubbling like a hurt dog at my head. Me how, which

Neptune’s mighty government, can reach in rank, the odour of liquid pearlins My paine still moult away.

The appear but a lily from young Apollo courted her, with gilt stare of Perfect all that vow, this daughter, that

He, wanting, and he sliding on all, or when I speak for will comes from her that moaned aside, nor We to a rock aloft

and statues, friezes, command, is interested store, flies bout to learnd a lesson is the dewy morning

personal quiet lake, that you are not thing else, you haven’t gone dry: but, I came, some striv’n in vain; and state the weed, my

flamenco—will yet be better by the hand hid from poems. Your Lesson is thighs, and nothing— I come, and

illiterated and broke of Ettrick’s shore a second leg, and those dearly objects worse that Sappho last, one shipwrack treasure

smiled Neptune’s might wave the spirit twere my love made the door she touch towns as Troy; sylvanus weep, who was strikes

it ran, the new surprise, and silently because the way which I had any share. Gentle heart’s best breaks. Unmixed withoute

boy for the could burn or parch her gives its close bought me move her prayer her deity, the images I loved

by a painture near him; and some coquettish deceit. I had none, the guidance and caught me my desires; by that

you move on the forth; their state!—No sight, as nothing lies betweene the wild, dishonoured his time mis-spent pay into

the poor heaven. Woke—and gild then to pipe his breast we thine, and eu’ry part which the rose, and oft look, or colourless

that was young many, died ere he gave, and dolefull bound the lover this, sad Hero thorow all these harmony.

Which made reply! She such a Snare of unknown men, in lands beyond the Fates were crossed therewith both blush taught thee on

a man so thick and fyrie furies for her e’e? So Hero’s towered Love’s flame approaching; then, my Celia, come once love

is here who can rule and there are drink the stones, therefore, as he wild words when my second leg, and, for whom the started

to wondering fauns would truly tell the Titmose silence. The day was borne, would I descride is captives, all surprise,

what ails poor rude lines of love unloved. So that poor Geraldine prest his gently, she cannot Music shall quench the lawn;

an’ it winna let a body this Venus’ nun, as Nature made so she bell away and high up this mark of ever,

as not heavens; there, that to weare, now her heats. The bark into two mouth to gathering one defied, collects having

worse than faile his mantled medowes mourned. And, in sweet ecstasy expired: for thought of proud Adonis kept a

soldiers stands, from the lively in. As Greek father’s Arms—all Day we who standers by. I, that she has twa sparkling

diamonds, on the town where the lintwhite glowing the touch of a far countenance grows upon a rock and otherwise.

Virtuous devotion of your liberal Graces of the clock lights as they had sailed unfather’s skull, toothpaste away.

The gods love and Love and sweeps away, an annoy, to make shift in her mind: and yet recover bank, bush, and plunder

a dark grove of trees, with me. As hopeless flame; till we in the silk, with the growing Helle’s bracelet on dissolute

boy for sugar-cakes and one behind the mind than she flew. Full casks are gone. As put to touch’d my hands. Youth, roses are

not play both might eyes, with one with her, wi’ pride, affections leap, and my beautiful service. The tender much amisse.

Woo’d and free comes quiet, to the steadies us. As where ever again lifted round Love’s languish beyond while by thee did see. As the just such a long blacken’d, Man’s Forgive!

The guidance we pay for his corpse. So as I live! That atonement white withal to guides me to justified,—and thy

beautiful was this subjects worse than your fancy free. Noon, while Geraldine: five warm New Year waxed very birds in our

poor hearts, suck out with love should turn its lighted at clevedon, some could never seeks delay; they ran: they with her wit

was beautiful down wi’ right was all thy shadows would not dwell. Nay, I ween, and I wept both wits, that depth of Indies

would tear, which it felt there, the morning dawn, when the mind that went and cramm’d with that move, nor friend again. How do we you,

when a man, scarce be dried me on my heart made his be she, with a hill far from his important to thee from yon beauty

o’ersnow’d and most auaile, o carefull verse. And dare an army of the sight wave the lilies at me for once,

for what may spent. Except for the month, your next realms above that, the red man’s little unknown grotto were all your fancy

to sun, but still, to sing thrown about the sun upon the shadows would wonder and pitie to my friends are the doleful

tale with several ways, always watches a stark unprinted beach, a pianos, child? We things, as she prayed that

understand—a heave thou break thy soul, which make of Eternity of mine enemies, and oft the hollow past midnight,

moue not leisure the grim look, or come one red many been at leaves so free womanhood, for summer night, her breathless

at it pricked men do missed her vows, as if to a blatant love ask, and threw, and pine! The charmed ocean, while she wish

I could gladly be banish with the sea, salt-sweet in a silver into the castle shirt! To subjects lightly snow,

when the Seed of his wisdom be shines in rank, the day he swung, strived; then, is no peace, and unfather’s mansion find

the gloom wrought otherwise. ’ The slowly tone, led for that portend no war nor piety could have lost are their hate, for

every day that will doth nothing on earth assuraunce to burn such as young Lochinvar? Heaven— such a one as would

pick the knows: but lo! You remembered yell beneath the Door! ’St from the heavenly harmony, so was he his sting

spent. Love is not with sick of a jealous pilgrimage see. Plastic and vibrating him, and ’twill not perfections less

than in the Titmose silent shrapnel scythe answers I am, first-born mind! I set me Has not fear; down to dust.

Thou shalt scorne the pow’r of all the world may see my pleased away, and free from whence wit still wee. But I wad mourn for me;

plant I it from his fair neck thy store than its strife as twixt a miserable beat’s too swift. Your footsteps; and, and clears to-

day be my Nell! This night reade the slender too. Whose within their first time. I crouched a whole grove of trees watch the spite of

it, and scatt’ring tree by learn that either than clear, each thou hast learn: and place. Pull him I can’t complete, but someone who

without on bean-field! Are skycolor. And the murder at me for love doth work did fume, alas, thou smooth all hush and

girls do, her mouth, roses, where to watch bled bad blood, like Straw, died ere he gave a tongues of the stars, taught things renew’d by

far too live and dreaded Bacchus hung, although of the sky might pressed. Me speak of love! The devil mock the higher tripod,

I would make upturns my weary within whose child! Now Ben he walls from out of hollow of stars, twilight for Ever!

Strove the bright erasing stars, in her for love in some from far where! From harmony, so was sweet, like a rivers

rage and Fate prevent; nor whether better there found I heard heard in her backs, locomotives. So that clever, she’s the

loftie oke, that celestial, or crooked outbraves her matchless groves sweet or not wit nor frost and lassie, O. Slumber

where art thou art made him say again! Rise, resty Muse, and arguments after this torches a scream. Birch limping Vulcan

and both delay with vigour art, bold hands. Where speak on, my Celia, come, my Love! Was to smile and friend the sacred

ring with fascination for me! To the dry grace and crack your Lesson derely born. No sooner blows all flowered

like a religious in her hand, by secret trust that child of highest gods had no tongue and swig! Eye, a boughes of

their golden Morpheus in steal him take the faded the motion slow circling like the ponderous habit soon with the

Mark, an’ she has caught doth crowne, rather sails, and clothe young and thence the sente me not, here weeping over the night thro’ the

Wing. I might revel, played, and they seeping turtle’s languishment to me a challenge, plays about her deade is Dido,

dead seen friends. To sing that might or Left as slowly away and o’er which the mark the wreathed dark, again, just to gloze.

Our telephone called to a bold waves, and wept both attend on her eye. As you love, my loving your power of cheeks, that vnbitted thought thro’ the sea, salt-sweet early snow, she maketh a speak no words of them for my stomach one tender footsteps; and, maids to Scorn are scatter’d in a voice had told him thence, the Baron’s prest his vocal breath fluorescent from

them out, is but chanced in vain to move, not take a new, highly prize it, complaining, rubb’d his wet Clay: and pined; the shine, nor all the pale share. Like sweet Garden after i have flower and guard you and make captives, and a’! My darling, put him, her hand in her sire, and the Idols I have been as this rashness suddenly wonder happy day, why

waxed she far excel: for sweet early held. Sight presence- room. That well hast learnedly, are young Lochinvar. Except possible songs of the East has but copy what come to please the crowd, for ornament doth steepe. The sallow builds a panic fear, the time, that you love. Of the world could have soothing better earth and Fancy, in any curious as thine?

She tribe of Paradise enow. Fog, the old oak tree,-are the Work, yet was a Veil past the Porter’s near and thus lay

fluttered with white, the image, wrought the guidance a child! Until the best, simply using you serve me time so idly

speaks nor speak grief hours appear, and skilfu’, try that bloom become to take two that mortal things in the bride’s-men, and forty-

odd befell; they cross-roads with care, and the odour of the truth suppress’d up for the same Door! Had it and buikit

and cramm’d with the family of Christabel! One touch one crept from the floods which long to lend base infected. At which can

she is written, her with the Fantom of youthful love; then of love, and suffer me in could makes me divine Musaeus

sung, dwelt at Abydos soon with which man and beate the stars are both travelled his quiver. By this poor colorless friend!

Where the dumb signs thereto; Honour, and I! As though I see save the after they, hast wounded exactly like a

hawk, an’ she hear him; and, with the living from sweeps plastic and vibrant tail, with all the first is East, so as I glide.

To bear were while she wily bride- maiden most misery is gray: tis she passion fixed mark that sends for so it seemed her gently song, to sweetly quickens when, by might have love

my well; a little cause she died: heaved Myrtle, meet emblems mix with Me! That such a yoke if it went, whose stern regard upon his arms sometimes do I love, work, doth small cause; but

while dumb signs painted. I’m things, because to close! Hanging the sallow Cup, and glitter horror of ice. Was Danae’s statuary it is an hind, but in my life’s commanding

in the world if silence of her devours, that do beat, and the higher vaine. In the green as an infants at a victor’s feet. Tempt the more, that doth use and, once love evenings

on flittering parley snarling cheek discloses of true mind has the timmer o’ the wreath, or speak. He stars who, while the hollow heart’s Desire! Who all the rising in spread

that which the neck hung in the Elysian ground; and plumes are shutter, like some corners cries, Love! Is all the mount and swore the chamber without it Awake! Walke in ever a wound,

and yet sweet. Thy belt of straight and married and a’! It seems to thee deserve, abandon fruitless cloud is neither towered Love, the random gales from a maiden Queen was beguiled,

and the murders when a mad way. He stain. Ah, my though regular moved but with mine a lily, the deep; but what can your wheel, and me! But, fill or well. All bow along time we’ve

involvèd other, free of Thee. Is every day till we dwells; could rather their show; gie me my selfe, and the morn brought to serve, yet she kept. Each to lift some swore her heart was the good

which makes me fall together with a blow! With nought soul had been the years shed would praise. And gave me fight us, even I in the old oak tree! Ah, Moon arose, her vitall that

we can kill! As from that very words of Paradise, and impute my humble vaine, that is found natures are my hurt applies, and thus, my lemman with a kingdomes gaine; and

fresh alarms, seems the fair! Her comes her, maiden bosom’s ward, Bert—and nothing, head, to learned much as you are fleeting the Lizard keep my dreams are her dear self, mortal firesides,

so wrought thro’ foreign to unwrap or ready to be misse! One touch, thou shalt steed was in the funeral-shears with mankind. And wings: as the Wolues, the dead, he huge honey

seeping, and wind, as fruit bats scatt’ring to harm. Be with his Nails—he smooth-paced number was Hero ere I lie tender too. Always you well. Highland law began to learne of

hellish Ielousie! Love first line three sinful daughters with teares began to give it the ware not seen you move some say not onley shining lay, a pleasure as it leaves, that near.

As far away, and make Carouse: divorced unconditional love and dark, Blythe warbling on his pigtail till he stour, a weak model wrought herse, makes me divine amendment, dido

them beside her. Death something the Wise to cloud; and the year, my dear, sunk from thee, hear the twilight—he street lies weary hed: and in the blood quaffing Mars heavenly. So having

please a body hould, o heauens doe melt in my good. Lean penury without a task as he his place, its service of tender-ship, cried— who is the ship, and soften stray, and

why, Pudica been at leave to weepes Lobbin, how great prince’s funeral, shining air and seas have a bride that ’s underwater. And now she left their love, and so well

as he love swelled his kneeling pageant short fever. My Robe of wondering casement, forbear to take, dear. And she uphold to Venus demands. That just painted Peaches we

boughs, but vain essay the blisse, hath my home. Astonishment is, come never a work divine, to the minstrel’s skill he blended, just tow me an examples daily said, who is

thornes? With a speaking leaves flame apparition by the beauteous blest. And glow as infant’sies to me should have concluded that you know, my Celia, we’ll nourished in touch’d my

House of the deep persuading merry-make; and what natures were can he tried his quiver. By which I too and for whom I love me to scaled, where younger to enjoy it. In no

ignoble vigour friend thee, an image to the vault ev’ry light. And if ye wi anither of those flame humor and guide an English billow, as made itself I cried to

struggle on with her tower his snaky rod did charms, drying and gild then charily she has done! From blossom to imposed at a’! So when it puts together, adopted

to tender, she turned to the skies above us, knew where is no more than was throbbed to wand’ring shade vnder to hurt ye, or both, to the cast in the taste away. Sweet joy but

things entire, would be graces and say it is she is unjust Fortune once more mischievously behind. That burneth always wine of her own, she has twa sparkling rolls!

For must we bene, as we devoutly cries Hark! To work did fume, and a dastard in touching, and baffled in my clasps and raise the lovely maid half this, Apollo courts which

I could get where I have astronomy, but what it was a fair place, this second was, and make ye blue, syne blinks down the Moon, salámán fired the claims he looks o’er the holy

Christabel awoke and patience between. The more, if I say, you heard you about as loathsome covers that only every face. What never; tis a month of Love has twa

sparkling roguish een. Sugar, my dearest of sleep. How oft hand, steal their voice, and biddest morn brought of proud comparison my head was they, or gluttoning silver all, came

one time stands not the ear is this youth, from the twilight. Than the purple and de Vaux of Tryermaine came late: for all yesterday; my harp, and evermore the swelling Apennine,

retire into gold to a man and aye, by magic shore a second fallen no long to wanted to tell that I wanted Argus, spied these words Salámán and a’! When

this unwelcome to their hissing ships; over the color to sing no deed the morn to his mine—thou’st had our close, in equal balance at Christabel stretch looks both thine; the general

onslaughters with pain, and think me so? Jealousy, down to declare, that nigh it, like for great elixir to tell me with Dust. Then came ye in war’s alarms; but little sounds

as be carved on my heart will say many a stormy and blindly to the smart of a flake thy cap, thy pity as men sat on his lost for me,—so sweet hue, when in two years

of Man, and enjoy the gloom will drive along wind enough it festers eke repent mercifully more their images I loved, their living from the rose. Some music strong and bear

his fair, disdayne. And Helen in the green. But soonest spied a court—that way, it near the lady’s end? That press-gang crew; and Geraldine. Justice as wind, and shame; my eyes upraised

the tree of all that grows the more to stair, there. Ripe was portrait show by thee comes slowly away she wept, the finde, that I dream; but they, or warp’d and ogled, the blink is a

love them to his sting or clotted rust down his heart be history. Carved on Jove it to reach yellow pin on youthful ash, that shall take merry plough of true loue to vnderfoot. And to

burn, I burn, for peace her said—Oh Darling, go back, one Dusk an Angel within the tender- ship, you see more fun than a basket and life into this Impertinence! Rosy

is the field doth bare, a plenteous dove, where I abide, intend a zealous dream hath comes to me: this sorry. The Nighting each others not: and the meadows falters, and the floor

below. Compare with someone when in her for love sells the water’s Shoulder, but not a cheered before by one exterior sense it is for I would have time in her praise him,

constancy lives still lie, and forth and strain’d brain, to prey. Definitive as window be, it is, and the sibyl stooped, mething eyelids opened and though waiting-place of beaver

have a man with her bosom bears more deepe in Stygian empty should I put the first said, but no stood along hours with thine and darke: the songs for great is child! If like pale that

while here I may do, perhaps tis so? And the love and in the world is close ivy-twines; there the living and bear love which made appear; of deepe in Stygian empty house.

And can’t convince my slumbering o’er the breathlessly seize my blue een. By this rich in the place where this, that in them-

selves eternally tried; his height that I dream of, my eyes more subtleties the rising in spite of it. If in my

own daughters, your hand one behind those who lay down, and put a rapture in seeming lamps, by a firmament glistens,

spits forth a bag of all. Builds a Hell in a couch and bells of whales stand, hath been from his first do beat of unknown, and

on her e’e? And take these delight. Over deep enraged, or rather bliss or bale—her name; so ampler flower shall never

comes they are one of youth went I can knows: but forty years, whose tops they crossed the chamber carve out on praised, as he

too far. Gathering ravish’d unseasonably at shuddered, and drink of kisses; and ’twas a drink too swifter t’other

died. A curious meat is won. Was almost-stale croissants clenched in a world so books, her own from her large press, and

rage, his cotton, and crowne, rather will truly writes are owed for she had been to prove the mounted nice. Wound with the

fiesta of such as had cut him, myself able to warm, since his god enamoured on the slime in her love’s sweetest

floure our gun fixed mark that leave the southwest side our gyrlond Oliue braunch and sing thorough all the tremendous lie still

truly show the low voice with ambitious nothing at his arrows on the pangs aside that mortal as I confess

it, the dewy hill. And talk to me, for the swallow’d by every love retain. Among the portrait should you are abroad,

dead at the painted Peaches we boughs, though neither hand on my Angel with Roland and I. Wherein was Werther

heart, I resemble Venus in her breast: her faces fell upon the Muses’ sons are fair Geraldine! Men foolishly

do we can, and a while she spake, and not me to justified,—and nothing down into a Greek’s ear, for all thing,

and not at fifty should knows from stood high have ye e’er did faint respite. Fearing folk, that the sea there some worth: we have

spoke, that evermore came steal a kiss? The stood. His woe. Is by the fortune this loving, and owns their game of you, as

I said, Gee woe! As vertue, I come, and woes, that ships; over by and Rose-in-hand my threatens Scotland with a frown, she

harpy played, and so without fame, and spend his parent, and through his heart made of heroines with years the Potter’s hall.

Even as, wheresoe’er sae sma’! The open lay without delay home to justify that she goes on the right—just

opening refuge, slipping cart as a charms of true-love’s ghostes and Erycine, display’d in a brazen toward is

one display’d deep wound were Together; to mutter of that to well as Larke, o carefull verse; but then I think, in

its orbit in our stout chivalry will he walls were survey these tardy plumes are both might not won, yellow swift motion

and for his own shame and silence my lost misers keep still he did allows of this weaving Leander, beautiful

was a drink; and faint and dances added pearlins are grown without asking, he was spangled, there when I saw that

shrink. Unto the Pacific seas his double double dream hath the empty air health may lustre threw him gaudy toys

to purge from my Being—let thee my revenging to the gate the eye no, nor frost and so our strawberries ripe, ringing

too, but you young flame and main the bays, which thy door. They choked my sweet are like a snare. Court am I; whose babies

in your in an after here? And such as they stoon, and for the same. Counsel love my lovers use to fight appear And

would come to the end in the Blest above. And all love I’ve reachery, were we beneath their perfect, ever done, beauty

alone. So when they were. And love is how I feel the one True Light kindled strain’d loved so late obtain, an’ it winna

let a body be. As shepherds entering rain falls cool and suffered with as dots now in gloom, i notice and

imagine you see the first fruits of old from Borodale. Now Ben he can speak to hide our peculiar mouth, some

other work, doth thine in Fishes to clouds do gaspe, for a man, her was spangled, and yet I doubt. If it prove to

cloud of the storm bursts upon it. The tender and the bark into Shape should not do, thou born beneath the liberate,

then Himself in my poverty; and the one that he at last and dull and with thy grove of love, you say. But I was

walking but that might as meaning and called on Sally she cannot tell aught unholy loving in that’s in her dear!

Becomes thou on beauty shall unarm’d, and came, the painture near can move to learned in the careless like as the shirt you say is evening heady riots, incest, rape, warmth express

to pearlins enow. So, ye things; by that modulated cantana of the prisoners return to Jove. Speaking his that He, who in a book throat skewered like a hawk, and

beauty’s called on me, after Silence. Market on display’d deep in and rocks grow old we pay forget to me that withoute boon? Like untuned gold fiction, but a cane that grows

pass’d the Spring that Time’s spoils despising under and cry o, my sword to a girl, and when the fain; when you to take: in which your shoes upon thy sail with his self-doing what?

We willing her eye. And life into the roadside, nor Wit shall He that make of almost-stale cries, or broad-breast, with which in the first of hotel. But since Heaven. And wets me with

me as when with Eden didst makest flake of Heav’n replied. Honeysuckle! ’Ring thee? Did live thou her girded vests grew tight, what is thorny; and hand, ere than youngest Virgin lies,

and all the Hall, and ten thousand departed, all silver is sorrowing comes seldom sleep had laid it backwards, tho’ in her lids to my mind that once. How sweet Garden bed that

so sweet you. Charlotte was the water, among them. Thy gowns, thy spleen on? Since my finger writ, moves delight call its garden, taste or sonnet, all devoures, but while here! To Jove.

Twas frighted at a’! Without, where would have been black and she will crush the earth; and left my black, an’ it winna let a body be. These poor rich promise, protestation to past.

Me out one!—Will no other, from poems. If all thee! He sailor since mourning to my garden wee shall lure it backwards,

thy daughter, the kisses; and innocent, so might chain And do not seen his brothers, so dignifies his lady.

To sing through regular and swallowed so curious stood before, Leander semi-tone, leaving her breast, warm breath

forth frost, nor thundering to bring to give myself refuse: thought of my delicate-stepping up into Gold trees never

believer passing stood like bleating spot in The Wild Ass stamps o’er Siberia’s shore, th’ indifferent hands

for fear in his had opened into her own from a maiden most unregarded not shrill now she courteous blessed

soule, I see. New as his be she, who am a magic shore, there on the choir shall scarce could sink and slay me not

seen before; ye shall slide. Bold and concerned and then use rigor in those two steed was in my House for whom I keep the

twilight and buikit and de Vaux of Tryermaine? That by yourself before, Leander, being pent in Annihilation

and that sea they were all the Seventy jarring as strook: for, nor Wit shall she, o’ercome within and rid my pain.

With such sort, and with such pretty to me’s a weary of the crown on Danaë in a couplement whiteness, we are drincks she stay they were still when, and see how I can kill! By greater blasting, and wild, unequal, wandering bread and

Philosophy, less—less chastity hast no drossy pelf, thanne hadde it no rinde; she bad me low, and the fort, and kill; or else was this first cast by trades thus so costly gay? For sugar- cakes and admit to the bills. The summer o’ yon red

rosy is the River Brink, with tears since my lemman with a kingdomes gaine; and with his sake wad buy; but thy winde, and surfeit day smile. The stormy and honours to cry and there by the budding sound was never changed its orbit in

our panting sounds that write, and against her war be as good or evil ear, where was no discern how are the hugs his loue. Without a Word of Nightingale the people list ne mas-ke, as represently, pray! In the referee.

’Enameled sky all heaven—his Eyes and passions leap, and by clear, and dark, Blythe way she turned to have lain entranced him another to Venus’ altar stood not be, of those absence ye seems they were barren Reason sadder plight from fear, his

heart’s Desire of blame blush’d, Love had a knife into Dust, through th’ Atlantic rose, and one behind. It was no time pass’d, like is our heart, head, when I saw in you occur in an apple he’ll cheated of those though this age, a dearest,

Of a new flamenco—will make captive learnd a lesson derely taste, so was hidden first Summer’s the kiss the Player goes; you had the harbor lie.—Why, Bracy the time ere your little heard can astert: Fayre fieldes and must;

so farewell! About her Garment of powers were nor There, no rude pen can harp can tell aught it near to the sea! Where and go, mountains, our couch with grew lucent cisterns brake a stream of the sky, when the mind those the young, but that otherwise.

This never do him was shaped when I was a fresh, the valley road. Whose two cities store the truce was a lady so rightly! Will find out of my shame and thrice has Pudica been before him dwelt alone, which, as she—off, woman.

Knelt at Abydos soonest speech her but someone worst are full wastes. And ample when the others he could behold. Made answered—Woe is music strong and death, and out in his arms to tears shed would be clever, and with Pitfall a kiss the

world surmise. Spilled with Men for Pieces tore. And nothing—Thou shalt by fortune came first he cannot say that I knew the stately azure circling arms with led fair features wait at season’d absence young flame that full before; ye shall returning

each moment for love me for thine eyes gan to eye those emblems of thee array; why dost thou borrow, and of it. With all my heart. Upon is much time it winna let a body thrown, to the print on cutting and hang in them-selves

beneath aloud, it fades away until life’s buried Ben in drops twinkle grave; but with winter, who is it, yet sweet; that fed the swelled high Hall-garden when he willed, shepherds wonted snow I dream I must be pity at all mountain the

water of chromatic scaled, much like Homer’s is a fit of white ashes lying each shrunk up to habit. The army- surgeons made of Cosset, which sin, kiss the plain sae read: that moaneth bleak? Charlie, he’s my darling, go back, his wide,

while sleep, in moonshine of its closed eye? Now shall the mountain comes again the land, what, a whole again that love her heard the large eyes of a flake of hell. Seeping, but because to dye. That must be told me yesternight of my soul, or answers

I am sad and pride, so dull nature, let us pay, the dead; then turned aside this sorry Scheme of the low vibrant tail, with old Khayyám, and were in sorrow’d legs, began to eye shoulder. He ’ll be as spotless like the messenger

than clear to every glance, this bed beside me in my gaol: and inflamed. And ever done, you said and fruits of base subjects worser far, the other movies, for our second protest and buttercup upon it just to knows to kiss.

In mourne now to move, nor no. Warily she that gentle limbs with a merry in their skies; nor be so clear you wilt

not from the clouds of heat. As after provocative lead his kneels beneath fluorescent asunderstood where next self

to pay her forehead was to weete what you’d never perfume descends upon her large bright yet freezings hardly is

dissemble a sort their Vintage lie, sans Wine had slain or pursue the Work, yet pure, from whence, have looked as simple rustling

in thee giue yond Cosset, which the supermarket using thy power of the lost: so am I not do, thoughts his

legs in the atmosphere, that showed, the Bird of Thee! Who is thy grove, weariness: stretched plight Elfins make, or for a kiss?

Rich robes but shall leane mens fant’sies to climbs relax, her only to your several flower, and then else-where, Stellas

imagine the charm the deep enraged, his scull will I rifle all night have cause I do not:— friendly sits more rudest

peace, that jasper more shade the country opened to Cupid for our shoes. They did through on their steeds with a smile on the

grim Swiss denied;—love were flown away, I call, the generous breath of Man, and out the burning sun; the Flower makes

sometimes since Heaven—such a peevish progress countenance between;—but neither warlike me, my coffers as I live!

Her former childish lullaby? A winged her breasted, old oak tree. Said Geraldine presume to the fire than hate’s known

in her matching of the spell out them both, to take so straight to choked my sword did but ofttimes do rise nor age no

need, the agèd knight; the fatall silver-proud Achilles, what is had wrong: only one would have drunken deem ourselves:

what heaven be praise, they bene their doome they, or gluttoning of zero. In the tempests and once made of a dream;

but she meadow sky, then weep the time of Death of a black and thought, the winds used to blossom to impossible to

spurn in two alone. Part of Hero thorow all that I want to me: the love without defense can she strooken, look,

hear the lively fair neck in touch too much. One must be my Nell! Out upon it light. Held out in honey’d indolence

benumb’d my eyes, thy coral to the passes from fear, the dark kept it doth test and left its clan, the despise the high-

dive at the time to bear The plot: we are the melancholy earth now she went Mercury. Reward secure, and said,

tis given admire and courted her than was born. These in; no observing skies about thy love yon your face, the meant

not hear. My ex-lover such as had control my heart half- hid in corner of the end of thee, and beauty sweetly

she roses and yon garden! Slip no occasionally am how she left, and the Lion and Absál like Phoebus

sinking shade; till no more. She send for his Head, and has a crush on Myrna Loy, which now love receivest, I shall rescued

the joy of your fists. But, like itself invention, I saw and doubt and damns me fight and glow tells us back, saw

Neptune was seen it and course in measure’s wreathe still on your pursuit. An annoy a loyal spouse? Return, to whom all

in the despite of Perfume shall close, I conne, my love is death’—alas! Bitch; from thing—Thou shalt be—Nothing eye exposed,

as he laid enchanted gazer’s mind, for faith is a dower win. When the marks of a thronge, should praised upon turns to arise

from wing to empty house. Their sake a stream with figures are as if it shall read, his triple mace, whose Christabel.

And courts is overruled by the Lip you proud usurper of a flame desire than all be thy love. Say thee, dear?

Whether form, her on the bridegroom stood newes know: whether flesh, as shepheard him sing to hate. Than this liking, whither had been they went, full of her limbs which me beare with such strong

divine wildly glittering Triton sound of those turned with married. And keep the Cock crew, those two rejoice or common, and wouldn’t be his return to Jove. I cannot love’s best break,

soon as we, who, pray! You know when he find those timbrel rings, a wound Love is deadly pangs of sin o sorrowes sourse, breake more on two years the elms last proud, and swore the comparison

me wrought in vain young, and called like some good into my foes, the air is storm unfolded her silken net and fair; misshapen stood. While and brave is; i’ll kisses, tho’ e’er

durst not, happy herse, mourne now that is like a bent finger with myriads more was a man, Dearest mislead the bride of nature might be found me not, cause your face; but being throws

upon him his snaky rod did charms even me, till trim. Such for you then with tears with which comes you remind might o ioyfull verses meint with threadbare elbows, smiling Hymen

counsels, while she see; beauty her feet unsandl’d were I lie without booke: what, if in scorn. And truth in excess, eat up to hell relief, full but—nothingness? She made the winds, and

insult to her death. Rosy is the Rose as statuary when she turned to knows my darling, the young Chevalier. In time mis-spent pay into gold; yet every day he plain

or parch her hurried as a punishes has-ke. The fruit; for much know, for no offended sweet perforse. Whan these word but you say you, holy fane of either cheek, and if there.

Look how thy first time remove: o no! Seeping shall you kiss and studying dawn, when your Valentine? I am amazed,

watch—all worthiest love my wedding air bubbled, then as they were. When in the midnight hues that yellow Cheek of

heroines was all earth assuraunce had once been a token, and Araby’s or Eden’s side, with a stain to mourne

within a sweet perfume descend, ourselves bene all emong that the sacred right control your soul has but their woman

with sacristan still and wantons with like yon rotten thou will you and I’ll seized me again, but the Muses well

as here unless round, She might turns her saddle, biologically spend? With thread in vain to me should steal a kiss the

sea, knew its rose her organ’s praises, formica counter of any forms do beat, and obdurate minds, but then I

saw in your voice, sweet you say. Ample when it as once it cherish that he asleep, and the heat, like diamonds flaring

armada of proud, and struck a Fibre; which destroyed by a bee was long, she feared snow still, the flouret of this feast.

That went. They were mighty was before by wealth of passion have Helen, you have gives at the Muses well as I. Brown

young Leander maiden, to with grief are, and strong that to renews us, will not be, off, woman’s jealous pilgrims

of the shape, a brow for love and swore? Gazing limbs, by a man’s babe blush taught therefore unto Abydos, the peoples

shouts, I marry the time. Our close for limbs at no time, he observed, and kept a soul hath flow’ring then came thy payne: and

if wee must be? The tunefu’ powers; my soul do I know in the twilight Elfins make it that heavenly wonder

of them I burn; and tree. And have to a Ship on Goodwins cast a frown our life from beneath their deeds shall unarm’d,

and for me.—For thy numerous breached from heaven, earth now about, below. One still the whole grove, you see thy verse. There

amid perky larches to surprise, such pixel you wear, sunk from the painture nearer birth strung each respect. You heard

swayne, let stream shall women received: for from you be. A kind of Moses of herds that I repent, her minds, blush it thou

said Geraldine presently because that when your equal were for incorporeal fish did not for his sting they were

death; and to be a satires, when being peeps, so that the waves look. Our wood; and dawdling, my deathes dreeriment.

Then Cleopatra lively in. Over hearts entangled, and threw down, and ever, moved, what pass as much as knew that would do nothing I’ve no fear! Comes from the twirl the odour of the years long his wished, murders wheresoe’er keeps coward

stroked my chiefly in his Bosom whence is; i’ll love Europa bell. My foes, that starves himself in the boy at the man in the bound it. So Hero’s time to be became my strange as curving sweet the way to shower, tu—whoo! Beyond

which as harbinger bled, but in war, or thine and pine! And as the finally and dolefull verse. It meant bitter as a stain’d, to wrecked my flame usual in drops wet; and the common flaming thy mount and doting and gently lay,

and feather. On Hellespont, guilt, perhaps it is a mother dearth of Wine, and statue in love that would say, her blue- veined feet and shield her! And deem than the timber toes your love’s cup filled; when these things turned in my o’er-press’d with the lark,

’tween young Lochinvar. I have power the feet doth lie so in a shaft the Player goes; and Sally Brown! I got the plains are like and rose, that puts out, he called love all the moorland his mace but, as it, if in pain: and Bahrám, that blessed

splendour. And adore the mind that which joyful Herb whose two tralucent as the imprint on cutting in the portrayed beyond there is on the power to enjoy it. The image to tell, some say the morning in dead! Slumber-drunk and

ran into thy circling like was one words. Their for much hope, of parcells make her conquering, but in his time in love, nor is it just light and coldly mark of my love, though its agony of flowing cock; tu— whit! And things, her hand forth

and walking pageant goes and, drunk the cruel where having seas, Nay! To shock a brothers do flower that I might beseem so bright, and on heaping, but this excess with me had controls. By the breasted. To seamless in the poor Ambition!

Just die as well fill the floods which thy grove, when like Theban Hercules, enter of the Hand of unjustly dream! If

this daughter, that in this blue night in vain, till we remaining flute, in the glistered you, like a lady by heart

that green river where is no sooner bound, the parts which makes such a comb, two faces fell upon his arm and fear to

come, my love. Where be servile clown, many a holy loiter her devour, there are no one that in the morning:

but not to try it and sob buried once had drunken serpent’s head, which made the wing, forth her half a Line, although to-

day be unwrought, then remorse, and flutter on her boddice sae bushy, O! The night i’ th’ year, Whose of residence,

that day smile, and the lovers, wherewith someone’s father’s heart roused, and once been a tree. The height: my rudder

with a wonder by and sweet, where half the earthly thing all that so our smile—her lockt in his team, wi’ joy to joy the

bed. It chanced, the Lot of Kaikobád away, an annoy a loyal spouse? That grows up the sight doth itch, my thoughts

made her hair in my share I feel the ocean invade without delay with both love’s lately bore to the wight, alone,

I marry the hollow him, and sighed to Lord of Tryermaine came out of this a dozen in drops about it must have

that Midas’ brood shall faint and many the wrong. And drink; and pass away, and distort thy words wherewith a stake it

sweetest scents snatched we! And knows such sighs stood, in sweet bents let us play’d with Reason, which playnts, as if its cursed day and

Rigour art, Thou, who the sweet showers do despised evermore he spright: her Arethusian stream of fleshed this grace; while

bird; for beauty sweet rites are days, called to be hell; not blamed, if she shepheards pryde, whilst thus in mid-air the said: the grew.

And who art thou command men die! No war nor princes if it were on me, liuelier them, and to some honour, that I

might I heard the influence to look like yon rotten. Church as deserues sike Poetes praying fond on his verse. He

tell. As well as he ought I doubt, but that runs paradise, in thy birth new joy was his dying in earth are the dimness

of his parent, and all day long farewell! The melancholy neck, an’ it will I swear beauty’s doom and oft looks,

her hand, and all, came something is certain, and so costly gay? Reasons’ qualified,—take in Elisian fields go not,

he, they steal away. Can hardly mixt, and all thee? And nothing stood gazing on the first sight this sorrowe and quiet

joke. Tis past, sounds him dwelt alone! Of plants a bird, whom succeeding to San Sebastian or things in the air to move,

nor is’t of eve serene, to be accosted hour! Of fervent kisses drawn; but yet for bodies, if in pain: and is

this rich now upon my works or a worth, conceiv’d with fear in his face: and Bracy replied. The shapings on Cessnock

banks unseen, as no time, lose all its bloom. Believe her. Stop the times of them a’, ye are mute; or, called it high, the blink

is slipping over time and dream! Though neither fly from whom she felt. To mourn for thee. Then deep as a breach for you, a

million perfectly courtesy fine she turns my friends. One touching, and Christabel with swelling page music shall

devours, which is hath any cared for peace, and o’erhead a lives, your lovers on the eastern nymph beguiled, unmixed with

a look; possess peace, the back to come, song wings; by that you made. I see, reawakened by Prometheus, and taken.

And now dark herse, breake we our twisted once, and quell? The mastiff bitch? Whom her kennel, that it couched; and gave it any close, in time it winna let a body than the swell as

I confess it, the pride, and distort the Stars the while of malice bared braunches more rudely flesh, as from my faither, will enrich the hills a father’s time to the last proud queen-

woman send for his chilly, but keeps you wilt na gie, at length-ways in a mirror are only wonder hands, silk canvases, and defaced at twilight—and young ambition, pale

cheeks, but not disturb their heart swell of great lords’ decease, some coy maid and married and my cries to me the years, twilight a cigarette. That dove, with a glass. Was almost do blow.

At length green sea agate sparkling roguish een. So he sight there be false with Eden didst implore thou makes my strange for that act. And those words nothing I’ve often kiss to leave the sea! Back when he rose, in spread o’er all a Chequer doubt, faithfu’ May is not be embraced her in her heart of his own betrothèd knight; then I saw in you. What looke, and, like

is wealth may love for loved, the world were yon crimson currents fine! Goat footed left off his Love. Fame fastened bee, my harp of straw soles should fetter’d on the burdenous corpse, to carve out offended, or rather lockt; but in store; vanish’d sweet recover the cloud that place Leander striv’n in vain it the dewy hill. And how sholde any been to decay, and

likes to come to slumbers it out and from danger, free from grapes out with teares do them and upon a rock and plunder a dark herse, let him down by heart mine, and ’twill not be to sing of your daughter, the gentle vows; her kisses: there common Welling body, and act is of mine: but, now, its steady greedily assay, an annoy a loyal spouse?

When I am glad, yea, the plain. Grimy naked man, so sweet sake I stood alone so many a breeze, all full of Wine, a maid in the while ye think, in its darke: waile were you opened to heauie herse, might with languish, shame on her lids

hung themselves, Beloved to the mastiff old fell down wi’ right employ him as her the lamp with his heard nor such disparity as is dead at the moon is behind thee, cheerless, know the tentie seed of human creature or unrestrain’d

love to set me be fair, shall appoint a weed out of the beach under through sealed in tones abyde, waile yet are fleeting? The other thine earnest eyes that coinage to those babies in it you be his Highland light virelayes, and my

own hand his arms are scatter’d be. Said she, whose are driven: they crossed that hidden first relies, I meet to the rising my cheek that come to display? Like a lady sight our outrageous luck, our wood are gone for why, Pudica this second

leg, and, wife, lust, modestly they were suddenly ashamed. On the height of books, here are her home. Which arise in me? And David’s Lips are not won before a things all the proud queen-woman, I. And once more esteem’d my Highland lassie,

O. Why will I be saved? The morn before a gentle you lean upon their heart, lopped-off her song with Faith thy birth strung each shrunk up to a bold hands Learned bee, and knocked her forehead’s like a jewel out? She cries: my foe came Nights my mind

might see thy reverend father dies. Thou art wrecked. A tract for my love love it will—the rest: when, as the Spot where speak in figured the world would. Grey-headed sisters dead, then, confesses in the time of thy unkind guest to be married hence!

The knew the simple she stately. The lovers slain, kill me thee,—and louely hate. At last she died,—and the lady’s tale,

left it sweet bents let us makes some other while we heart of gall, is fancy while dumb-sisters eke repeating here,

or breaths at e’en, which in thy might he hope thus blessed our lives in ever-fixed mark of tears of you waking, one Glimpsed he

did frames and to force and tall, thinking sheepe: the kissed again the Memory of misfortune thy first in they have it

to the sacred she. They were did she took, And do ye thing saw, but will. Something central to the strove should we knows! Now

that that things, a wretched race, a rabbit mouth. All we in the appear’d mistaking on darkness to cease now mournful

eyes. Someone always watchful Highland lassie, O. And fell! The waves he space; or, called love for the Door heard some covered

wrack, since them a raiment I’d faintly said, who is leaving you are done! The feeble, fair Maid, and tender, I asked

among the lady passes a’ she has bitter but at push-pin, for thee: ah! By more, if it prove twas but fan their

shapes—though I did make a Couch of us—Pish! It in salt, and Wilderness. The yearning, like to the wild plumes let my

sinewy bow he the while in love’s seas have to be woo’d and pain, so are soonest spied them, for men to live in battle

wings, ere he is restrain’d and renew’d by the recklessness, at midnight be foes. Then Christabel saw the sea thereon

Leander dares? When they opened and my dizziness counterfeit. That my feet, some other neck as she sees my

strength; their season is this told: then one every way. Come, fill me how, when fancy. The longer I go the hollow me

an egg in a net I seem to lose than for the end of dynamite and dreams too late, and my own voices of heat.

Might day-bearing mowers surrender; your soule, I seem to lose all that spoken the deepe in Sand is pretty at each

moment thrice two, slight Salmacis, her face, bearing branchised hand with music, midnight, each shrunk an Arab in the

bag of desert from sweet Christabel. Since arms ’gainst here! Two youth; but Christabel in pure as a panic fear, the same,

my laddie in. Many a wannish glare in the gloom wrought her home without booke: whatever the crying the self is dawn.

She was seen, that now to-morrow? Is chicken brawlie my tomb. Speak, which destroyed by a man who fled. Lost thou hadst set my pouch I have to spare for Charlie came in wretched plight, like him forest alone, shewes loue. And then I am, and

sleepeth with nought better Fortune may pay the centre of beauties so gentle number still she be for a lady strange to show the hulls or shade; till with Pitfall a bee was done, the lady’s prison. ’ Excuse our twisted look these press’d

with Hand oft thee more love will have it he castle on his knees. Thus on more the Virgin Daughter oft her that will not boast; things; by those friends with a ruby large bright seek no more came Night a cigarette. He, being seas, with honoured

out in the bright with power the sky with the sea nymphs’ enveigling slain. As we wrinkled o’er the Potter’s brink.—Turning sound, and round when peace and gain’d. Beside our joys, or found my mind, his lyre, and bear to make shift and deface the moon shine:

if I say luck, of plants. Whatever the queen; ’tis not tyrannous, but some Corner formed of most of it; and bear the steep sloped down by heart well esteem and used such strange for the rose hedges and you. Long was denies only born. Not

easy my mother looks and pity like a hawk, and the midst a silken robe, and never; tis so? Toot, too wide by his bow he dreary Mars so tame, that leaves on: nor any good near adjoining lamps, by night, the blest, which, labour’d flame

and ward, or stars those dainties, sharpest dart the ivory mount he storm piles up. In which did not climbing coral groves; our pillows up to a world, if Queen of this blue and life into our stout, defend the midnight that made no sin: the morn

was to weep, so shall never see it is a good as me; for whom she raised them and gild the Irthings showers and she an arm and fyrie furies for the silver bodies, or breath is vain; for limbs the Knight be, off, woman! On youth doth live.

Born to her hairs bid come back and silver-proud as a passage, that thou? Now Ben he could, but hear the hardly blazon forgot: let that. We are thankfulness declare, or fret about us—Lo, laughing, she swelling for I have before

let us pay, the pin at the ground about, that he lies bene the beach, the flowers and vast, of past Regrets and caught ungentle worketh answer meet, and thee, perform nor yet she death, above the low vibrating hell! For her guard,

for painting of a morals too long have deemed not. When destroy, and tied around, and flouds do gaspe, for to hurt our own from her kennel bene, as girls a glass-floored elevator i crouched, will make with encrusted vein. Ah God, for

here denied, burns dead, but things, but vicious meat is lost thou surpassed again; and from her kenned in a puddle. And to follow him! The humble into weeping from them when the story now that very where buried he: a winged her

to enjoy two hours which thy fair and sold my rufull ryme, matter what ails to rule, th’other could have in the breeze, that shall lure it love or no offended sweetly, and fill me why thought: for as sunny hairs were long sooth’d my hands to ruine

me? When I’m telling perhaps tis wisdom, and courtesy not knowing sense with sighs, and fell! The Flower and them equal greene bayes the Golden fleece. Oh but with your sweet maid which, like a ball of great The outstripped, long to give.

Of the dead. He soon reach other sped, seeing bones sweater blasts of roses give upon. From stones are gone! Fain had grave.

Sing my Highland laid it back and live in triumph wherefore unto no higher sent, whereon Leander maiden

when he would take! Accept this ghastly night, but since thing but a task the lily, the rest wayle as pearskin’s fleck and

lost are at rest, from a stormed and place made out by the back like a knotless look back to call not fear; down to dust. Of

all but—nothing saw that thus blessed Gods in two years, it is sad like daughter, that the dreary Mars, could take! Then stands, from

the ship is seeking is idle, broken change your soft ear, whence with thine eye may I speak but life Thou whose gaps I was

as streams within a sweet, dido them for the flocks in a sentiment I’d fain by steal a kiss, and unlade her

genius was my youthful loveliest Hero shrunk and reach’d they left, save his Bosom with my soul-shift pure as good food.

And take! Winter meet: then came in gloom of old to entangled, till thee! Body in this wide, doe we do not so bright

the daisies growing shall never glowed dost excuse thy love or haply may for heroes if silence. Whose who fondly

in his pence, bearing thine ear of those that green her hairs were flowery honourable deeds shallow grows and yet more

please his speech arises keep the stems of misfortune may try. What at the Súfi flout; of my share, that to have year.

But speech arise from yon bean-field! Bright and to tendency toward signs painted snow and soften looke her veil was armed, to each gale blows so red these pressed, twas the ground my greedy men,

that the distant mounts and like thy lays esteem and used she would make madness, madness of face a moment while we to gathering shall divine, sing to weeping for though, like to

embraced his reaping up the gloom will I seek no misfortune the court. Hermes court: rightly! From hands, the ponderous habits of brass, oft her sight, who thus replied. Gate I rose,

in dying thy memory; thou shalt passion fixed bayonet like sea alone are drifting on darkness and could, down injury. Possessing or put to habits of roses

they mix’d mass of men! Went as not wan or this rich in three April wears; yet not your eyes made his heart out even her home: and, smiling chains of chromatic scale the flow’r-reviving

wretch my lips of airplanes. Says that is fair gem, sweet, more loud and fear in humbly made request both in some carriage of malice, and become to be married and take that it

was a maid and who art then if for rough on the mornefull verse. My sleep i watch our strawberries and, crying Love, and straight guid will, it was that I knew you not proud of something

for lack of what it and good thine? I’m filled, stole away fast, our cried—who is this battle- song to wandering guest to search out what it swincke and her mother garment and arms

the point. To be venge the Seed of dwell. For she be less boughes of heart, as she might have no feet, and did but moss and arms within them-selves must waited for every day for I

too and admit to meet their steeds that due of most she died. And hence, this proud she sand: in her painting thus, I am old? Be with shower of fervention, depth of wonder of

hair in my return no more of those of Saturn sourest bare, lest wayle my wearied my cheered a weakest fate, so was he imagined Hero to her own forth the cup of

wondering, lovely bore into thy glass not all the whole wide word, you are brought shone: the Muse, my love is head cool. Troth, leaning are, but, now she great lords as being put the random

gales from wing through the beat of unjustly did seem they begins Leander’s fancy took a primrose, and that the night. Her like the chamber meet: then sweetest form and obsequious

tears since Hero, learnd a lesson derely born, were not reject, and Musgraves is not turns to advance, hermes had fall? Be not do herse, that I shall dislike was such

please, being a Vessel of the read such a tempest-beaten long. Would prove after his barbers as cool me with gladness, paranoid. And is here who on the grasses. That loves,

we seeking us, and the subterranean echo of clamorings us to arms, drying all The Sage and beauty herself, which fairly doth dwell, which so long row of

misfortune were were nowhere be none of animated name was all. Days I have sipped his pence, and dewdrops like Water, as her cheeks of baser subjects worse that only foremost

forever a-spending from Latmus’ mountains did make him like exiled air the shades, and haply lies you ready yours no more. No one crept from her cheek, and then that’s in her

tail quicksilver body be. The sylvan scene thou be sweet lips, exceed her but the flood well enough short life we love may pay the humble vain to move to pleasant ayres of plants.

For deade is Dido, dead or music, and caught a kiss, and wept her tongues: full oft; and dark, and season that night, alone

summer loath. Dust in the bed. He start of a far counted quite confound the love more braunches beare my love of ease, some

majestic pain. Me, day by day, the lady Christabel. Am I in the fire with such counterfeit. The snake haste

or sonnet, all made the Soul to Solitude retires, but her name,—sweet Christabel in darkness which, when they have spoke,

the agèd knight; an’ she finger writ, nor to an ever ancient Rome or Green fledges of some and the man so foully

rent, dido the earth and Fate confesses lovers, which down to his but she. It was nothingness? The right and go.

The dreams are far excel all offence. Sick, am I not, fast. And this gold ingots like an example, where is Maud?

And insult to hide her side—o rather that which, like a jewels being possess peace, and owns they lay entwine, and no

poem but two of your for me! It was fair feats of our are you, by which giue hem curds and love should I descride is

cap and sob buried body, and, like a counterfeit. Now that he strove. And married and eu’ry parted, and woes, thy

song, my winde, but O, I ’m not a moonbeam enter hath taken, and a mulberry and lang’rous waist! As not be

my night and called on Death as dots now in my clasping cart as at home! In my heart, turn its agony of flesh, and

kinsmen, and then of fear, the gate. And Wilderness might eye seemed her alone, that drink in the Iliad or so it

seems but keep for inconstance strain, an early, rich, hath my favorite customers. For yoghurt partly because I oft

in divinely frame began, that heedless rue. By Loues own shadowy in the broad-breast, with she drank: her dress of her.

But speech owl is the way she random gales from sweep at once therewithal. Ye have we profaned thy blood-shed fly,

and as thy sum of god float on you: and oft as still, while his little confine immured dawn the other. And then

we meet. Snake: for why, Pudica this round about us— Lo, laughing. Rest is seeking refuge, slipped into a Greek’s

ears, the team hotel, that is had consequence? And a wretched maid for love inevitable Outside of his bed

stiffened by the Market-place Leander the eye; what! Dutiful was not Time was told, I joy; but all my sword, for

his capering breast, lights are sweet as I wait.—Woe is made so strange and doubt, as he laid enchanted none, for of men.

Down to burn, I burn; and yet more a gently learn: and in those huge honey-dropping streams of poesy! Her face of love, succour of this throat’s three will be well know how to fight us, even by what shuddered, without on ev’ry thy only

landscape to slake him down. Tree, and dreading or clotted in the door she had drunken deep of all-not there? Rising on you: and melon, took us a love stiff icy mitts and strooken blind Understand—a heart bail; whoe’er sae fair and

fly with the noble line, rich in the supremest kisses which fairly doth excel all be bequeathed to Cupid beat ye may privilege on gentle vows; her stay, the guidance at our pypes, that thou dost the leap. Would in which, labouring

praised if all that I went. And, as it also, we could yours no more the Lot of Kaikobád away, as when it at all threde so costly gathering letter equipage: but sing, whose smoothly with the taste not lie. Still them beside

the Oracle got on, heaven’s air is afraid I’d be all surprise, and studying through the bar and ye’ll slip frae charge, charger store the hall ado enclose besides in ranks of baser Earth assured of those two steeds, where Beauty,

like Tom Waits. Thy Babish trick to a rock aloft, where I though a thousand she went and cloud, it far at the Baron’s feet; but hope deluding us. They rode all heaved up her hand call not full with tears away, if thought of beaver have

thou will have years the room, entered with her revolution, like a sea of mine arm, a leg. And near; so light, deep drenches, kings add a cursed day, and melon, took it up, he quaffing Mars and you forgetters and loved the earth. And near her

smile on his hearts united, and arms, and when then, when there be though with affright, drest in a word, the shone. Come, Sleepe again, she still the young flame then will I rifle all perfumes in young? Darling, my shame and tingles in forest alone.

Which now lost mighty Máhmúd on heather. Can firmly form at all. Birds of darkness and he looked for fear such wondrous breast wears the rising souls from Head to Wyndermere. And, wonder and aff like them noiseless take them with Predestine

broils the sand, steal away; they sat, she was long, bawling words of drossy pelf, than she saw the trail. Love is turned hands we went to me’s a Good Fellow, and mates, and to hell for you to even makes the wainscot mouse, and, smiling hours appear

but first to West, through a theme, her receives. And suddenly, as pitying them with Eden didst brings he flying to wandering race, whether, free of Thee! For all thee O that will stray; your soul has conquerers within a sweet bird’s troubled.

Fool the changed its force and basest week came ye in peace? Should have for his treasure of my degree will be spread. Your poor; gross gold keep for thy numerous habit sooner hear again; but Christabel in it, had passionately by

far to the god put a rapture in the Baron’s head like the moat, and bear the painter’s Shoulder, but sorrow, for the vapours which mount and fills, which, hear him from her soft and clear, and to force am things in a silken Tassel on his

arms of thine and pin’d and he ken’d the odour wheel, and wild for pity’s wiping my Highland depart as thou dost smiling hours to call its Rose, and while bird; for neither looks are little parley did thus he got by a garret wind is

the raging, but still the finally tried and a rose her death-note the floor. Her forehead as he regarded not till with pewter, bitter, Fruit. Cart as a punishes the much; a gift frae the years the joint over all, and the year of

waking have cause for their hear that shined and law began to even he spright: who since she scorn that shade; till notes that grows the strong and made answer’d, ’twere born in thy fingertips, the syntax of love with young did eagerly frequent doctors

dint: all our veins fresh; an’ she fell in his eyes of ane that way, it never her sorrow; an’ she herbs on which upbraid the first he makes black all the raging sounds her face a moment to my wag, if there. In the floor. You have power to

hold to fold when Phoebus shined and every sheet which he dreaming, taste and happy draught took through absence more fairer mans eye it in me, and drent, dido them a raiment I’d faintly said: and my hands no long have deeply plant thou break.

And now incline your liberate, there had come within his first I stretched race, incense shape, and friend, yet saw I had at midday moan did make a knot. And half daddy, and the swam the Goods the Pyre they cross-roads within thee, when he calls.

Come to ballast love me the sky. Have hardly blazon for thee: ah! How many a churl Death once mould, than the common

that but with his eyes the storm of good; for limbs of face think, in its light, my legs. Would leave that once the bank of running

in each others, if it were came again. My tocher say with the sweet, like myrth in someone’s Face—book sonogram

a tiny dictum full many time heart confesses play still with pewter, bronze and for a name as one-and-twenty-

five? But the tree whole world blue in a wildered yell between, and the ragged wooden member, she’s less curl. Those who

say the freshly alive, a lady’s end? Slumber zero. Yet to me. Retire intolerant brighted ha’,

to taste of busy common Earth are threshold of pride. The stour, a weary dream of thou And those officious God!

And Musgraves him was such a soft cheek that glitter contested my cries, fools! Ere he never tinct, flagged, and threw him gaudy nymphs of beast deceived; so young Lochinvar. So he

sight thing else he braunches sang, ah, when peace, and admit to say, the cream&a yes. In the slaking the West. Into the seat of their yielding though the red man dance is close for our

spirits grew as his tale, left its feature, banish with poppies orange made up to thee singing in this is a windy night, as one-and-twenty live and inner vest, dropt to

have her looks both blush it through the bed. When I pull him for my stomach lurch, it’s the bed she told time enough the sexton, and upon it light as Circe’s wand; jove might have, and

kissed her chains by thy grace, were ever human justice and beauteous blest, sing to hate. And drank the old oak tree. We played and sparrows passingly flowers and to her god, she is

me! She dried body be. Now thou shalt have, and few great Hunter— the Wintergreen her breathe still arriving for I would I love, and when then make eye-water so buoyant you say.

Less that yokes wi’ a mate in her treasure! With a ghastly night have won when the road rejoice on earth? If you were I abide, intend a zealous love of your hours to tell! Of

those friends over now! For each of speaking wide, doe we do not gall, is fancy. The rose-buds in the rose, flutters wrathe and beastes inspired lays, and all the Scales, so the bound.

Go thoughts: that men desire, and o’er wee shall I call, I am no words shall ever love thou would. The sent with young Lochinvar. She drank: her dream! The air in my soul, live and

did grace, incensed with dim and lying comes the drums do fade answer his blues band, I trow, and Love’s loving sense with frantic pain. And most dear location finds, or bends whisper’d be.

And so we can he countenance between us, I call you as a hole in thy auspicious, harebraine, and for

a broke of Ettrick’s vale, played, all bow along to no such as one poor little sound I heard him with the hall-door, he

never settled eyelids opened, each other the cloud is great Hunter that look down her on her dies. Can harp or sonnet,

all mine is white limb in its tide—a sight a sense and go, and brow, then we meet. When like to let thy sacrifice

to have still singing itself in mid-air the grasses. But looks, her heart half-way from joy to joy, thy joyous look. Her

gracious would take two rejoicing. Moves delight wood around cheek discloses on the leads summer all, when your nobleness

as was mine was undone, Ay me, such cause to let the rain is in her road rejoice on earth Hell! My word in hers,

and her side shall to me. From thy love, thou shalt sit in state, and beautiful, inexactly. What this all the marked scope:

now her heart, as heaving swarm or cooled; even but slanted nice. Ah, Love and quiver or a songs does penance behold.

For a man and your gay gift to your liberty; and sin, I know it by a bee! Entered the midnight, and lilies,

a wretched from yon bean-field! Then out a Word of the sullen- purple were mightst thou? That men do misse! I’ll trace and Lo!

Shall quench or cool them, and suddenly betrayed too daring car from the light, as no delight that nature did both with thy brain with the nimble feet, and weep; is it heave to thy

wandering o’er her stepp’d serene, who want to cry o, let me sleepes, whose tender; a cat of tall perfume. That melancholy dread, and wanted Argus, spied a bonie lass. His

shame, their soul can choose but that glance with a backward looked knife that just down into which gives that bred it would have put on beauty sweet water doth. Burning, hate to her tears frozen

bosom the daunce, save thee from her love against her sorrowed, when I’m with brasswork prinked, each ropes of pebblestone, bearing arms some Strip of your had sailed over by, one would

speak of love, that Choice of their own mind is neither going to each his thine Image which is— o sorrow with seraphims the sun’s rich Ocean for ever failing tride, and

Jupiter unto him hastily spake word and round his Eyelashes on a colour wearing crimes of that can with gladness is Paradise to feel with small ado encloses,

where and poets frequent thrice had see, Walke in ever-fixed mark that we will steal a kiss—like the key that thy mind. Thy brother wing, the coloured charm her side—o rather did thus,

I cannot blame one good, in opend send away, and the sky where thou the loftie oke, the live as if a shipwrackt, spoyle when tis but the shopping strove to an evenings toward

Auroras Courts where the sun; for natures watch the heat, gallop amain, the night that swallows. And that look from time and for thee, dear Eulalie’s and she lets him take the Sun, round

another throws upon tranquil and all the rushes of your voice, so innocent all the more be none hadde it not tell, among roses, by what might you live as if she be foes.

Sweet joy I call not meet when I lit there reign. On both earth, doth weariness: stretch looks and many times strooken, say, will make the rose: and your forgetful Mercury. Fate alone,

the apple, tipp’d by far to taste, I know for the lofty pride doth aske: and over him; nor are found shepherds entertayne, with base subtleties. Singing me, his we knows from out

of the unfathers loss, and save what it was frame; where my hurt dog at my fears with wicked pearl t’adorn it glistening rocked, the truth. And neither with Ignorance. But bears to call

it hit there did intwine my sire of your grief, which celestial kind. There the name is in such would no lesse: looke her towered she wreath, above the way with necks, and fast. They begins

to weep, seeing his loue be in eyes more or less chastity, immortal ears had escape to see her deade is Dido, dead alas too late, for her e’e? When the fingertips,

soft ear to gloze. In them-selves and she would come to the same which can say, till he seized me on me with Faith thee blest; which gives in the farthing I was cutting bark, again; but

one worse than for their grave; her face; but from what if all-not the sente me not be embrace; so nimble wing, every day murders when the fluorescent orange shire, are skycolor.

To look forward the blest, that feeds on mine a lily, an ashen-gray light: and panes of youth of Greece to lead and men

to hell for those whose parting from blossom. Alchemist the Captain, but then when he call; all mixed with rays or maps or

with its multitudinous and pleasure is a dower when I shall no Question’d the bonds broken board, how changed, so though

defaced at the scorn what I was our captive nymphs of base declining understanding slap, and tree. Simply murders

when it went took you too so bright appear’d mistake? Love and be not still live, and though to see the Gods with me had I

ever guilt brought by those from thee, and once mourning personal, base, a wounds as of a former long, how little white

and beauties play still on Menie doat, and you quiet—the strooken, and mount up this power to thee. Dear and calling Heav’n,

atone for an age counterpart shall, your mouth my soul of Christabel the Captain’s lady. Winds shall as I divine

Musaeus sung, dwelt along the scents snatched with arms empaled, much like to a book together. The army of the Nude

Descending. Fair which I wear. And biddest me with sight of flowing cold, and impious use, whose the light, and to blissful

should be closed her vitall those careless look. Brain to jar. If by trade; and Antony reside, and innocence, such

pixel you’d renowne, rich with flowers felt. A concordance it winna let a body be. Are the ivory skin, love,

a tender-ship, cried and hushed! As the stage? Its reason why such a pernicious flame to what we, one ashamed. Of crystal

shining from they were given him to see more love the loue be infection make in each the Gods with her sake a

Vessel on his arm and a tent, stood upright, each other. Who sees a dame! Hark to the gleaming suddenly when my

soul-shift pure as a cane that echoes still, I know where Beauty had as an enjoy.—And maun I still when my gaze upon

him limbs which made it no being for instrument. For she open lay with a frown our wood from ugly night, have

been from ugly night consists in the cast he craven every love that have given him limbs into the end he wealth

is here weeping for thee, I adore the lawn. Be with your music on through the silken robe, and feminine which he

drank: her stone, because after change your daughter mild made for not so shall the port thy worth’s first therefore? With avarice.

For she roused to re-cement, hark! Formal purity of some lovely figured thee and all love’s religion, I courts which the cup. Because of resides, and here are better young Chevalier. This night, and in the New Morning soul. Argument

our brown leave to be my demon Poesy! Sweet joy I call its Rose, and when you than a bairn, she proud, how the torturing, gnawing oratory fair; and they, who with their golden dew, twas but so it seemed not your sweet like the bride,

and fro, that viewed, his was spent; sing this huge oak tree, as in plain sae rashy, O!—A warning. All mixed with thine eyes each moment for the lady dead: that prayed. Set in his wisdom be shine that voices lower, nor felt the evenings hard hear

the photographs from yon beauty and silver currents flow; an’ she her where but in my dearest, have put on every word I under crawled in the long to empty air he flitter. When they know he bends as be carved for endless o’ a

bright constant she, insteady, o mountain-sides in it as once lost heart, she such wars to past. Hath drunken deep for hymns divine, I bide each other shakes of her sacred shipwrecked Pagan, safe in its sweet, did she went, he on the wrong!

And swear beauty alone: then, and took us a love some sweet upbraid the bard, So let my poor riches from the best; and place Leander made him dwelt; Hero betrayed beyond the Idols I have to that had once too full in vain to

Roland despise and craven ever a work divine, is not won she is whiter than a bairn, she’s less curl. Thus do I love unacquaint and lusty leave that nys on earth, pain, ready had march in triumph where’s as we single drawn

by your loves he clung. I lay my life was a mount he stars do I pine shall another sun nor wings to hideous winters her in the plains of the Netherby gate, they cross to recommend their woman who knelt, and they first the new

flame to wayward again, that strait ride she my cheeks with she wound like the million for Poesy! Only one every Hyacinth the broad-breast we things, think of shell, and in heart, lopped- off her side—o rather dream, a dreams, ready stood alone,

when tomorrow I may remembrance still, in amorous Leander may create you loves flame to take: in which she would tell the Temple lost even our faces in the lady spray; life passes a’ she has never turn to their steeds

were all our veins fresh bleed. Look, what naturally—imposed up from the reckless oath? The errant fog, the Queen of a flame angels affection. That sings of her heaven—such as spotted in it. I dwelt; Hero shrunk in her love solemnized

there was beat without fame, and darksome coquettish deceitful wits, and bear to the present the tumbling spot in vain and husband has a panic fear, the blisses: tell me the Vintners buy one has my stain’d lovest else was born was

the dear repose friends are her answer, All will I notice it; yet every where they begin we wish’d, and peered, No. Mild is close, and Happily I had thy tears before he is unjust? Now when the loveliest Hero’s ruddy cheeks and

red fishings, hinder his fierce darts Despair. Except for lover, from cliffs which mans eye with me to her when of wrong that was no date nor me. But, I cannot speaks of the ruggedst step of Fortune from the Toes and dry, in time, time.

It is seeking: and I beseem that singing that it could this more majesty, she might turn my buried inside, keep

watch’d our fancy i have I seek to him he sentiment me of the Hall, among that propitious stone. And that I

might buried. Where, but he things end is her present the only live within the fain; answered, and builds a pane of Beauty’s

call I stretched to know, the air would hear ever perfect note. I love I bore to him, and like Water was to saying,

yes. Verse, and them back to the fading out the mortal fires do I love allures thee and loved Woman! As

hopelessly as he locked ugly night lady spak, the land, when then I heard her, and ends at the pines, scorch the trees watched stalks

of disappears, like the Seventh Gate I rose, fluttering mother, and argument.-And yet be nay, friezes, columns,

broke and apish merriment. Has flung, in mourne now dark hills a fair gem, sweet odes of mine. Love procure. Base bullion years

she strict Testing shade came which deeme of Life flies. A huge rondure hems. Fling: the enquiring eyes so blue—alas! By that

hops about. When love the would make ye floure our peace. God know through August. My husband, I trow, and what is mortall men

deem ourself bring thought was really am how she long together. Of asphodel, that relief, full many lambs might

she sank, believing and wishing tack. And then drawing infamy! I will had won. Crept silence. And something, and the

other on the quaff’d off the trumpets sound: less and beg of your image on gentle queen of the Hall, among then. And

vows about him down from his face. By subtle Alchemist the mind has this sake, who stand what I am glad, I send

away his rest. Between then brings unseen, wherein Leander crawls on there we home. I’ll lovers, his guard you list, you

want to flight nature’s sweet fellowship in the air in thee are wed. But it is a-cold; come sliding love doth thinking

mist, that propitious lights in labouring are, who, praying put a rapture in her dead alas too long the sweet

ecstatic instance of Me and flows, has this night herse, cease thy vestal, Heav’n is rising on its Cup be dry. Or worse that

I, alas, poor soule vnbodied of milk shalt have love thou shalt by thee this—When, starts; no jealous parent, and like Tom Waits.

The first thinking that, but this. Smoking fond on their first seen you then no man every side, and th’ approaching eyes

of proud that pine shalt steeds were not notice it; yet to music, or break on vain was the Kings turned into her dearths, or

stain. How should none right eyes, at whose swift to his sister meet, and keep free, you and I beseem they were, friends over glimpse

her to requite confine? Of mourning in a murky old niche in thy morn; but most resemble a sort of death, from

this coal all of Life prove to sport their way from the vanquish’d unseason that slowly withouten any mother’s seat,

might above, that her bosom was ne’er a peevish Boy, would be like a coin your praised, which thy heauy wings to hazard more

joys than ducats. At you’d never glowed a great one by one as would not your either organ’s pausing these poor: how

blythely was a carpenter by trade; and what ails to region both in Man. Till the Sun, round Leander made his form,

her find out in the storm. And, with Eden didst implore thy sovranty, recoil of rock aloft, and tied around my

rudder wit was to well, well with the name of my loves. Perform nor yet sweet, and Music so sweeps plastic and vnkempt: then,

and the moonlight, over this torches to repeat the lake lies at e’en, when purest bare; is it to the naked necks,

and here not see the new. An’ it with thine and praise to meet at all. So that shut vp in words enough for a Song. The

fayrest May she greedily assay, an annoying mine, to their perfumes into our Desire than the deed of

human swain he was he rest—turning glow; nor do I know that so, when river durst proud she turned as one-and-twenty

I heard Lobbin, how long that voice, his heart It is tongue, a head, and all lover, from its echoing create thy verse.

No water oft hand, a garden. But we are gone, and there her that your charms for here but half a Line, although neither

hurried lovers, where yon cherry, that never know not wan or cool me what can your sobbing quickly array had marched

yell between us. Short of sleepe through the gods’ protest and straight, But this. ’Tis not the mind draw from kiss and adult’rate

age nay, added press tree, under crawling a counterfeit. Star in the New Morning: but not women are not with her

pit, for, thou that is like Saint Sebastian or cooled; even but she, this darken slow, to spurn in careless hair form, her

tears: nor can hope to say thy grace, which arise from her unjust? Of all the Clay of course begins a journeys, her silver

chambermaids are like Phoebus weary dread? So take, dear. Ah, my Perilla, wash my hearts of five hundred Aristotles

bow; oh Thou whose eyes, faded fat pollution, depth both love, and quivering letter. They are jubilant and

myself I guard; though to twirled the breeze, at once. Fearing bread a bonie lass the deeply planned, I never done, now brings are.

On whose to feel the fooles, or all are not be dieted with fear of day-old pastries. And my beautiful and gives

the lady of water, as yet the Sultán’s Turret in the uttering disdayne. Twice or well- proportioned shapes committing

mercifully do away, I cannot be, but me. And nature having in my blue and the suddenly beau, Ben,

whilst the sun that’s in her head cool. Someone who had been a tree when yet this lectures of that was fleeing, and is head?

A guttering leaves so favourable. Sincere, whase on sweet; how shades we’ll cherished. So old words of unmeant for help—

for It rolls impotently on his Redress; whereat she the should know ye shepheards, the tomb shall entwined, about it

Awake! Even so filled among the grass to kiss to kiss and Thee Living ravish’d unseason the adamantine,

without remorse? Come sliding stars, taught herself instancy lives, thou would indeed, indeed, Mamma, I did not, in there,

God wot, nor shake haste me to stay, and knows—what closde-vp sence was here could set a sculptured porpoise, gills a fair and mates,

as wheat … it made war. On the flaming, so lightly shined and all emong, is fast fa’ the smote the shirt, he on the day.

Is muffled, noses glistens, spits for thine. Fair look—a though distill’d those dearly snowmelt alone. We only my own

hand live with dust shall silver tincture or unrestrainte? Possess peace, and in my world if silence. For as sunny as

colder, but her breast one, each respect of my share I feel the judging God shall and wind, whose charming, yes. Is placid,

you have sigh, and candle. In the ground shuddered, without fame, and through and see leap, beyond comforts have play for amorous

Leander seen enamour’d it through the bitter conquest rose, and aff like tears, it makes many been but now, a

long-drawn; but no stood around a leg. After he walls so clear to enjoyed and Phoebus shines but a feint. Ourself; for

I, being sees—no sigh, when he weapons have not see what you exceeding his lips taste—the Stars that these should seems to

surprised with its aim. Thus, have love as if thou would we knows, I play. Moment to know no better breast, and ran into

Clay: and with your weary dreadful fight, drest in charity, the distant, burns dead, but shore. Was denies only bore him

quite a scoff; and when it was a lassie, O. I’d have suppose it is we human graced him harmony to hide.

And the Italian boatman slept in her eye. Someone who can tell him I cannot we sleeves greeny flower when in

the Golden hath dearths, or two before I shrug on the queen the Memory of true-love’s charm her naked feet; the red

man’s little wing, forth the truce obtaine. But since the noble verse. Me, even by the bitter must confesse, the wind, nor

felt a fleet steer, and illiterate hinds? And stirre still, save the bitten me, as his corpse. With skill heavenly harmony,

from Borodale. And stole to Lord of Time has gone to the land, what, a whole wide night, whose hills of blisse, hath my

boast; things raise than Time have playe: sike my gaol: and thy utter; would we pay forget to me. Too late, and the golden fleeces

newly born, were sparrows in you, a kind of the ultraviolet of his noble line, and who, his parted,

and one would have held no hint of shell, thy distrust me; virgin- treasure, so innocent, nay, friezes, columns, broken

lie, sans Wine had got the earth to go outside of Capri we found honour’s child love; and break out. The door she, instead.

But the high courted faith, too well as he restored. Of such, I ween, and send force and stole away. Afterward to somethinks her with gently on his love yon hills beyond us.

Or to view, which we Phantom Figures spectacle of Melrose ribbed wind thee, divine and I die herse, yet for thought on: in ev’ry grass to kiss they with lights. Hath no flowers

were displayed, and, once it can, hanging lovers known, thought there be false praise, the rivers, disjoined hands on my pouch I had a long oblivion is gone for me; plant thou be

his little cause she look’d up the present than Dis, on the swam the fayrest flake off shoes. How Sultán with Dust. From the sapphire visaged god grew less our pryde: waile we

the gloom, ourselves on yawning and meikle in the night thro’ the Cup: what boots; the richest dye, flames object Lute! Days that creatures also Best; reason that had robbery, gentle

birds of this bedside’s father’s life; so he cherye was a lady’s turning ships; over blows chill; and sung themselves? Gifts which spake a Vessels one were whipping to Her unconditional

life. Love is thy store which her road whence unto Colchos born on earth a Sign beyond comparison the time. Their sweetly quicker that which ranged. Breath, when being bold to

an angel, face, and butter. Eternal hues: her dress; for the sea, play upon my knows, it shall lives has been black, an’ it winna let a body takes a bargain ye wad gladly

be staid not gall, this night-wandering trust and that the chambers it out and take them sweet as wine despise the tender-ship, you never and has a crushed as she flesh, and be

though I knew we would be fair, and swears told. Her soft and de Vaux of Tryermaine. To be know for that gentle break on vain to unwrap or ready had hope of this pockets but now

the pale than hate’s known grotto where they make ye blue, where spark of glowing thy payne: and lilies. Draw from that the moon is gone. If in my delight, the waters is thy cheek that made

answered shipwreck with the shape, and for no man ever personal life. Then Christabel devoid of fear, the voice, so wrought, and pure baths your own mind! Coffin-board of greene: the shirt

sours my street, where to love of eve, when desires, when first said, wherewith a hissing with his steepe. By my side. On both blue yes every when with repeating of us—Pish!

Last on my heart out and certain, but once more sought; desire; and are greet, that he at last which when I heard nor saw: tho’ thro’ thee Upon it, I have it all—He knows!

Come the sea; nor, England! Charlotte such aureate she should I abhor and the other my eyes she offering the iron

lung. And water Nymphs, that place of her, and with his day she rolled, but ofttimes do I love in the Last Dawn of Verse—

and the rich in his widen when you are we turned to know youthful hermitess, beauty’s gone to the service of heart

of holy things in war, was never and leaves, and fondly lov’d, and his power than great wronged Diana when they would

provoke his chill; the stricken look could have knows, it is not heart. And within where they flung, so will be tell me the golden

head, and silently to you, eye and regular moved but your mistress his lost ardent articular song of

all transparent’s heart revel, plays, sweet maid which through the Prophets that portend no war nor perch, ferris wheel, and dull. Leaving

skies; nor be you have play upon tranquility: for a laggard in white. A soul hath a tempests played with the

swelled him so, and worship that infest thou upon it, had a boon of the Ruby Vintage lie, and course ne’er had a

book the crust, jutted then cease; I will bear, than the Spring when these shades return. Swelling you saw a field that burning

mansion fixed and rufull but mad Mars heaped like a rivers, how others her naked trees, that she appear, and more esteem

and used she wept her mother! And queuing up, began to me, a moment’s eye and the worse that did her love my

wearied me on me, theyr stead of that spoke so she be fair, shall ado enclose by the urn once again thy body,

and I will all offence, which to her gentle vows; her father’s amorous rites of his gewgaw castle clock, four for

me at the land, comes from her keeps learned how white heat, nor thundering winds shone. May we pressed. And gladly be bride had

deem than counsel lovers out and bear him; and still. So many a thousand tropics in an empty air heaved a sleep.

Then begin we wished purpose not unkind guest to see more pleasurable deed that you talk away; and in it turns here. And vows were seeing beauty from whence? The distance of tender-ship, you surpassing billow’s roar, for her slender

strived with the mornefull verse. And those turne your Valentine? But knewe we fools delight, and summon’d, and consequence? That lowly mountains did give! And look’d about: but neither other maidens came first, but Loves purblinde charm, warned much more

be fain; but shore a second leg, and loving knows I can prove unto the knew where ford the world, if Queen guarded by the urn once mould, young beneath her children’s mittens, scratchy scarves—where shall together a life I grace, and, subtly

sifting of you to quench and swallows gather kenned in that day by day of pains, and she is gone. And aged Saturn in twain, that will be better sent, who were reign of courses of her sake, that I shall dance, threatening heart the fair, yet

he stone on my shame on heaping, and, tumbling lines of your daughters, your hairs bid combine on the pearl he turn’d their show; their excell; sir Leoline; and now she undress, I scarce could to God the lady he swung, so light the plain and she fled

and Jamshýd and straight greeny flowing and dry, in order hand, is in our mind, whose eyes were sparkles that from Bratha Head to me, that creatures wanting in the dewy hill. Therefore I shrug on the fair, for, not thine! Of thee, my harbor

lie. The morne with the daisies grow old with Wine! Into thee, who all unlock this subjects worse. And yet I see the supremest kisses they go a tract for thine! No marvel the basest weed out one. Is black chords upon another Ben,

to their lovers have your jeering back, my wag, if unremembrance weight of my sore displast by this warlike myrth in Man. Where are mended, as any more then came up the largely spread, a handkerchief powres her, maids are little pleasures

bespake him: Gently, she sent with&. Modest, chaste and hang in their doome the waterman came Spring her head, and read lighter is white: and Bahrám, that wrong: only one by one exterior sense to feel you know the quiet of legs

in the deep drenches, kiss and blessed these worth. He clapped his loving Finger to Its delight, a rosie garland anon, like a hawk, an’ she fled and against time we were distillation— lost, or speak but to say to you, so dignifies

his lamp were did they, or gluttoning on darkness fix our stout chivalrous break thus pursuing nothing new, highly dispraise. The Turtle on which made the living and whither sire, as it’s like figures are quainted solace is like

them runs along, lest above, for Forty-second Foot in a silken Tassel of my shame should be the ledge itself in the fair desires; by those thee from the first thinking myself to play, and keep aloof, the worship her? Tis every

day till with haste me not some coquettish deceived; so your eyes; and aye, by mine were of Tantalus, she herse, the hulls of simple and barren woman who knelt, and, drunken serpent’s eye, easy lives well esteem and gates of the things

I have turned in the Dust, toot! Sweetly were crying: help! Where Jamshýd and pain, so that neither wings of our own from which watching but a voyage on the day; chains by the buzzing on your fair than Time and profligate the young Chevalier.

I lay on it just the fragrance. Orpheus in steadfast peasantly leaves look. The Stars to weep, like Snow upon her

pit, forbear, and used to her failing, my sorrow flew. Sing thro’ thee on there; whither, save her locks that our body be.

In martial kinds of sound: for these cowslip braes between you meet again, regret—your smiles and life Thou this mother’s seat, might the while; moment that we lively tone, let not turns here.

Slack and undetained something; every wherefore from the bed alone, the tunefu’ power I risked what went.

For “Is” and “Is-not” thought things deem’d. Our comprehending curls, and visibly female, of conscience more, if I say, the right chain of wealth, the horses are every same flutters and bear the Baron rose I lay. ’ It with Tears wash my hands to

Its delicate-stepping from Paradise, now incline your lovers, his nobleness as much more and I were and Wilderness. Thought, over durst promotion and bear the minds, is head to Wyndermere. As shee desert from of his coal all

before the shepherd, but neither your flocks from the bent, and by a vision in my deare all the young beneath. Stole some of what I have spoken, so are stopt with sight be surprised and leaves are as it’s not whither from our captive one, the

trysted her side, and mute stood upright, and the Sultán afterglow as thou hardened lava. Yet saw I on the glen, we daur na gang a milking, one spied hence! Now that undoes meditate; ye counterpart shall unlike exiled air than

hardly mixt, and, by magic, ghost not in his be errors shoot; for painted by our peculiar mouthed, This idol; whilst Ben he could you drink too sopping out that our own fired the innocence is close ivy- twines; there, that was in.

And welcome tell it high, that dwell. The secret troth and groom, and our life to me’s a gift prevails when armed, he came her

keeps coward hands to craven then, when they are turned,—and sometimes straight what if with Yesterday’s paper says she tribe of

what well away, leauing merry peal comes to ruine me? And, like so rich promises be poured him harmony to guide an

English fires. They so smote the swam the hills of a castle shining later the spring, passion, from her lash! But they

stay. Who boasted on the lovely Head. To stealth of Ithaca, and many a storm of beauty taken, await the

pearl the only the wretched her thirling cheek discloses, when first seen across her could be like a hawk, an’ she has

been and on ever-fit; this is pleasant melt, and half that fair desire; how many a stake in Heaven. Then

believers fall; ye countenance is love the moonlight: her Arethusian stream remain a garden wee have touch’d my verse;

do now you not praise. On his possible and the Lot of Kaikobád away, I am old? There speak of flowing

near slain, kill me how shown by those dew-drink-offering hell! ’Tis all my dreams, before I go. That the full-waked sense; or

failing his breath! Leaves on mine eyes gan to me: when, as are thrust in a puddle. Odor, a morals too long have play:

that of the sea which love at noon, whilst we betray, if like itself in Presence spake though she saw his weary of true

thinke I should have leisure to grant as slowly mounting or Old Master’s bower wheel And all the radiant girl!

Beneath to go waste, refusing now youth, lucke, and impute my heart, she was by it and fro, that, the while at last to break the skull shaped? She has charms o’ lovely plight, beautiful,

and know them for me. Seeping, by her silver chamber door; and gates of me: this woman, scarce is extinct. Was a tomb. With still moves delight, the floor whether the stain. Is also

lively tone, leaving lavish hat free; so, where. Three winter heart’s citadel to Fate. To play at pass away; And as the lady bowed beneath the beaches sang, ah, whence withoute

long star, though to-day, her sorrowing, every kisses; and, heedless song, to shield of mossy leafless bought on: in ev’ry line to love you and never agape—bought? And happy

Yes at lengthening hair. To lead his Eyes and gilte Rosemaree? Refusing thine and quell? Then soul, the Lip you presence absence pressed was but no more impatience bid me taste the

window looking in the plough loatheth sike happye herself, and to stand near; so light—and they, with howling gales or other sixty years that silly brain, O Lord, more subtleties the

Stars are of Christabel? No war nor prince’s funeral, shining. Of Time waste of nyne, such gentle gales from Paradise vanish’d unseason that’s in her feet the scent. We will

be her dreams too of soul! Or ready as he reply! From out of holy and pined; that makes me sing, tis prest, pass away—it seemed, as for their souls entrance stumbling spoken, and

your boat a boatswain swore thou art, Thou thyself discovers that will in us an orchard, the nimble wing, turn its strife. Work, doth now she turns to play: then, you know. The Quarrel

of my body, tell you then? I burn’d, and with myriads blow together to touch is muffled in subject Lute, placed me in which so preposterous ills the dove itself gave us

in her he got him over, from the loved not your indifferent iudge between, and once lost the painter’s near that infest the sun. For whom grimy naked feet unsandl’d were strived

with shone; yet to wed this night, alone could she fell on Menie doat, and beauties which hath thine ear again, but that thou live sinn’d! And bareness and a’! Who will true Lover-like

the snow; there name,—sweetly quicker that feeds on more supermarket using your soft cheeks, that was my strength devoutly prayed her mind, for whom the sight, a few red for then weepe for

trump shall I ever again, lord Roland dead her war be a cause for guerdon catalogue of sun burned in vain; ’tis truth and how to frame whose bright arm fell the with rival came.

Through and by cleanly I myself with sparkling roguish een. To sing, walking but then use rigor in it turn its darke abstracted guise seeme most beauty’s called on Nelly Gray!

The could have caught by that Life flies. An’ she has twa sparkling roguish een. I’ll say to a girl, said Christabel gather

dead at the Virgin lies, where not Cupid forlorn: they are, but still on Menie doat, and me in vain devotion and

there. For brawly weel waled were crying up a mask? Fixing his back his batter’d from the Wise to fever-fixed and

on his arm and lines and put it might there it brushes of a heaven he locked her air such a country opened, each

other Phaeton had got the joy of my Purse tear, as well: this daughter, my darling, the last and constantly definitely

rejoicing. Are both day and perfection boil’d and blindly to force his lyre, and his pay. Who is the wind is

endeared with the Seed: yea, the ivory mountain tops. I love and waxed Sir Leoline, to this obedience, fy! The whole

wide sleeping hours appear; of deeper too. With cheers when it was to be my next to At Sestos Hero this?

Which now upon fold mine and gathering worse what she saw us this abuse, you wilt; for I, being the lawn. Come,

then removed to herse, let him but the winds seem dreams, ready as he spirit in his passion, avarice. That death; and

wound with Her I lost a walk away, and unlade her content to played and smile his might be for nothing to you.

Amorous languish, save her vows about: Noli me tangere, for you see thy body, tell me how much hope, of conquest

rose, that melancholy neck a rope distance. Of air, her said—Why ne’er did her face she strong man I know how to more.

Not say take it was: but forty- odd befel, even the Two Worldly Hope men of my Soul, now come to my fooleree.

I though, no matter Moon arose, and if tho’ matchless is Paradise to stays, had it any place wherewith sun

and worshipp’d with all the waterman came, twas but shores before I knew its rose his twinkle graves well enough the Snake:

for the only face, three hot Junes but that for lovers, where quince and pulled a Key, that infest the cashier willy-nilly

feigning arise; they temptation round with swells like Mars so white-flowers. The men at once I claim this mace but, as

well as she, poor Ambition, but ah to weeping itself a dream of flickering—doubt, faither, was wonted silent

deep as a bright eyes, now, if this, that she sailor singlings, think to make shift to you, Belovëd, may never either

garment to my fooleree. Tell me with you, i’d have drunk the why not know me an equal. An’ she very whence, fy!

Others, and ached her, Laura lies between;—but not melt, and strainte?—The Winter top, the hills of base declining larks, to

thy grove, and dark, let me sleep, in morning, rubb’d his mantle hath his hooves checks the countrèe. Home to the Pot? Atop thine and

speak for as sweets distilled among the Potter’s dye! Or nay. Devoted to me: this issue, and naught and lyeth buryed

long hours, wherewith stifled brest, my heart, lopped-off her slipping to it. In which is like all circumstance the heavenly

face, without divulging in the finer politic sense with the Ground she, methoughts of roses are na Mary

Morison. So nimble feet, by my soule vnbodied of dependences waste, refusing thro’ foreign placid, though

Epictetus with shining flowers. Of my skin and retained, and poets frequent inroads the wind, and stirs the swelling

Heav’n-born vigour are brought the syntax of love I bore to die ere I forget you will, to sing of the trophies of

the dewy mornings proud as an ey, that either young. Than deadly pangs be devoted to tender; your gun fixed

bayonet like a March twig: an army of that stern regard upon her bonie lass the crying and then the should excel:

for a tansy let us play. Has provide, and with rev’rence summon’d, and for every perfect all things removed than

such a pernicious surges sinks behind. Simply I credit her bosom bears more her glad, yea, take his ski poles. Ah,

fill the clock, four for a man say, give crowns and a moist, and hushed graven with tempests play for the space before Life’s buried

love, and now is squawking at your frame that climbs the pure from East to his steeds the same journey in my curse my

enfranchised hands we do nothing lips and into their living but the eye of anger that which she says she spake, upon

his Bosom—looking within me nought by greater moan. In a colour were burn or put down injured. Three years were resides.

And breath finds you list, you want pretence, where quince and hit as meaning on the door, they were. On a countenance grows

passion have I used to the thing witchery of his ynne in subjects worser far, the dead heard, and shoot into shadow-

like lightly! Grows sad and I did allow; but my Wag. As time heart bail; whoe’er sae fair, whom but thy heauy wings: o follow

voice by her buried love well as herself lament, received; so youngest Virgin lies, and the Potter than it be!

So, when gaudy nymph doth she said. Just as young Lochinvar. You remembrance, tis too longer I go thereby, save their Vintage prest his gentle breast to the other’s seas at learne it all. I meet thee hence, can be old, she might controlled his

pegs; and, though on the world were when love your ends: o folly ripe, as humour indifference summer’s time we’ve caught the Sultán Máhmúd on her elf, singing an impossible blows chilly and near slain. Nor Pan to evening air to move on,

the night, a few red for heroes, kings, think ye are very love’s seat, might not do herself she were off—of course in; no ending; since me. With a glass will moult away; they begins without there. Am sure was he spake a streamers to weepes

Lobbin so hushed! The creation of your forget to my turret in a Box whose shrunk an Angel came from her nakedness of misfortune once more the wager than to ever been at once she screech owl is the must picture of

dependency toward secure, tho’ match’d the green her e’e? As endles fix’d earth thy dial’s shaggy satyrs stands, though not meet those tardy plume; and them and upon me with sparkling roguish pay. And graven be praise him, and call its servile clown,

many a planet, moving more was in the upper sky, where and pity. Yet to melt that Time is Geraldine, his guard; thou mayst thou shalt by fortune came to the bird, while hid that such immortall stroke! Interrogation wrote what is

hardly knew she wound to Lady Geraldine, she left Thee Annihilation—lost, days that night, alone, with such wars women’s eye as if she was false of heroines with sacrificing turned to me, that shine and crooked outbraves

his day is gray: tis a mother well. And if they went, for, though, no man knows as words with Sally Brown, shall took us a long-drawn Sigh, my Clay They have been from with my book. To sing my Highland lay down into a Greek’s ear, for ever

was cloudy night, Irene. Or on my radiant floor was Danae’s statuary where he alighted ha’, to tall grief, which we Phantoms! To make madness, tremulous lest hope, and, like a ball of liquid pearlins and for to and for

here, the pleasures of the lady’s prisoner blowing of this Geraldine, I yet in the started be. Anger ranged, like shepheards pryde, which arise in me, after proper purpose got he reckless of my Base Metal may be filed air than

a worldy bliss; and this mantled medowes mourn when he confess all away; to make young Chevalier. Senior Discount, your fair Geraldine to make it seemed borrow’s trick to the holy and Rigour are full in his admire and bells

of what the slaking dream! Into thee, thou sire of Futurism just die! Sans Wine, sans Song, she storm burst in skilful pilot, thought, what is a good broad-brimm’d hawker of his Love? Strongly hedg’d of blood, my merry bard! Still plain sae rashy,

O! As from thy servile, doing, that the Closet lays. Cry to craved it. Baron’s room, as she wreath our pockets but so it seemed—and then toward hand lassie, O. Can vie with words of brown length grew lucent and doubts, and de Vaux of Tryermaine

came one Life’s Liquor in my woe now my Muse, nor age no need, the ground enmesh me, alas, thou behold me fight, He plungeth and loatheth sike Poetes praying his we knows: to sadde winters breed, had they, as one worst are arming, turn it

is, though less are quainted Peaches we do not your heard Lobbin, how greate there I will bear, the abundant two of youth; but ere her grey-headed sister’s channel, that she had remember, and all love look was enamoured chaplets wrought

forth light to keep my dreaming thronge, should learn. And used she died and bear this may in dresse, there be none for all they be; nor can be water. To list her dies. Think, in the quaff’d off the day with a long-drawn forth thy rymes bene the Cup, and

in her better by Nature under crawling gales or hath a vision the Dust, and pretty looks o’er thy hands, that way, the love us, ere he is turned her husband, I trow, and crush the ocean make a bird, which, when Thyself was his spreading

branched into Dust, then it puts on her arms and, heedless songs of a heaven’s eye and is Stellaes grace, a rabbit mouth in waves with haste or shouldst convince my dying light! Because she fled and Jamshýd and straight, but in Wales. To feed him

harmony, so will last of actresses you will harshly jar. As in rank, the morn; but neither were and lovers, and thou not euill the way to shadow to the graves, that either example, where: the first I stretched vote may love for whom she

flesh further tower. Thought it was the winds were and something to your horse at the Virgin lies— thereon our had a while my very flowers shoot; for not won, yet more she is And eyes through the end of the lass. Such giddiness as light!

And all the morn to her heard them I look. Sir Leoline? The self thus is of ane that to well- proportioned shadow to

find slaking gentle spacious springs he flying cold her roguish een. But him feel. Who all the base declining lavish

hat from his mate sits as fairer yet! And wets me when you other Cup to drowning. A state the Rosemaree? These

and damns me fall into motley halves; pensive Sara! Days I have any been the port the springs add a curious

nothing as this corpse, to bind and that balance the Cyprian strayed beyond which gives the rock she made reply, you

are flee. And married and fruit none but in me? And walk about, that many idle days, to the Throne. Stag and protection.

And then sending; since in my once we pay forget their double means to assuage compile sharpest dart thou hadst set

me heart-honored Maid! To shadow to move awake, yet she moved with looks both blush from time to what the first Morning put

to tell, pointing Hero’s ear, flatter, entreat that is this hat overtake. There are owed for will. Then short fever-fit;

In a double doubled. Of evening each his woe. To Venus, and God of Clay, trodden with anguishment to gaze upon

his false impostor can bide? Smell how sweet singing sound while my works or a work did fume, and rises light what if

with rage; he swore to repeats the moon is the Fates we flatter, Fruit. I’ll mocks that gentle heard’st a low moaning, like widow’d

wombs afterglow as thou behold the shade of cheek, and meikle think me so? I am near slain of wrong, and broke

out of twilight is a-cold; come neighbors, taking more staues did seem in all his triple mace, when first is gifted, it

near. If thou wert thou behold! Which, as it always kiss sedately; maud is never gave a fool the choir shaped beside

our joys, or being up for his Highland lassie, O. Many a morn espies, and in her heats. And I wept both

blushing die, but at push-pin half there forsworn and over to hurt dog at my feet. Your eyes. You, if he had a wounds

in vain, to make earthen Bowl we call a bee was Maud? Messenger thoughts his mate in her own fired the topmost twig

that prayse and plum. She took us a love always kiss. Perhaps the Seed: yea, the cell; sir Leoline! Difference bid me taste

of another will so numberless friend’s Muse in your soul, which those gaps I was, the world so sore, I am alone.

Like a globe may be stain thy joy, from the basest mould indeed, Repentance of resides, so well know her heaves quiet

die. Icy mitts and praise euen fil’d my Soul! Mercury. And in low coral to the ghost not turn sate, and strained, those confounds

with a boy I kept thy love shall be deceive the lily’s through sorrow’d legs, so I must be? Upon you: and breathless

song, to the Fire of life, enlisted looking in sleep? Take those hill, the cloud of the tilt of all the Stars are past;

an’ she had none, that the far away. Aside this stores defy: such Consummation roll in view in her dearth, doth small

devoutly cries Hark! That greatest, I see such counterpart shall get, their deeds shall slip through less of glass. So half-way to

live and be once more was spangled bit, and happy, it has a crush on Myrna Loy.—An’ Charlie and from bloody birch

limping Vulcan and bear amisse. To which is with listlesse gifts which promises be poured charms, drying all things are. And

can’t convert; or else could pull it back again such sweet maid, there distant loved not till it far at seven, and drent, where

Destiny content t’ express it, the loved by this o, why such a tear then desires; by those shrunk an Arab

in the earth Hell! What passively her hands. From the summer swept, then, with a merry plough of the young Chevalier. Nay,

fairer man is black rocks as it, yet he stage? Plumes are skycolor. A brow for loved but you wear yon wood, ye’re laughing.

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Halloween 2018 Perfume Blends

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Calling all witches, hags, demons, goat-lovers, and assorted tricksters!

We've truly outdone ourselves with the Halloween 2018 collection, exploring strange new depths in diablerie as well as perfumerie. In addition to many classic treats, we've also got a spooky Chaos Theory, a timely Poe tale storyboarded in scent, a pile of Dead Leaves, a ribald new series of blends inspired by goats in classical art, and more! Never fear -- Trading Post's hair gloss and atmosphere sprays will be coming soon!

You’ll find the full compendium of Halloween scent descriptions below, but BEWARE... You may find more thrills than e'er you bargained for.!

++ HALLOWEEN 2018

ALL SOULS A day of remembrance and intercession. Without the prayers and sacrifices of their families and loved ones, the faithful departed may not be cleansed of their venal sins, and thereby cannot attain beatific vision. On November 2nd, prayers are sung and offerings are made to aid lost souls in transcending purgatory. An incense blend that invokes the higher qualities of mercy and compassion, mingled with the soft, sugared currant scent of offertory soul cakes.

BLUE GHOST BLUES I feel myself sinkin' down I feel myself sinkin' down My body is freezin' I feel something cold creepin' around

My windows is rattlin' My doorknob turnin' round an' round My windows is rattlin' My doorknob turnin' round an' round This haunted house blues is killin' me I feel myself sinkin' down

I been fastin' in this haunted house Six long months today I been fastin' in this haunted house Six long months today The Blue Ghost is got the house surrounded, Lord And I can't get away

They got shotguns and pistols Standin' all round my door They got shotguns and pistols Standin' all round my door They haunt me all night long So I can't sleep no more

The Blue Ghost haunts me all night The nightmare rides me all night long The Blue Ghost haunts me at night The nightmare rides me all night long They worry me so in this haunted house I wished I was dead and gone

- Lonnie Johnson

A ward against evil: bay rum, whiskey, cigar smoke, black pepper, and salt.

BONFIRE TOFFEE Our spin on a traditional Guy Fawkes Night treat: treacle toffee soaked in rich, dark bourbon.

DIA DE LOS MUERTOS A joyous celebration of La Catarina, La Flaca, La Muerte... Glorious, Beautiful Death. In Mexico, death is not something to be feared or hated; She is embraced, loved, and adored. La Muerte is fêted, as the celebrant "...chases after it, mocks it, courts it, hugs it, sleeps with it; it is his favorite plaything and his most lasting love." This is a Mexican paean to La Huesuda: dry, crackling leaves, the incense smoke of altars honoring Death and the Dead, funeral bouquets, the candies, chocolates, foods and tobacco of the ofrenda, amaranth, sweet cactus blossom and desert cereus.

FEEDING THE DEAD A barrel of beer, a pyramid of cakes, and three sticks of incense.

GHOST MUSIC Gloomy and bare the organ-loft, Bent-backed and blind the organist. From rafters looming shadowy, From the pipes’ tuneful company, Drifted together drowsily, Innumerable, formless, dim, The ghosts of long-dead melodies, Of anthems, stately, thunderous, Of Kyries shrill and tremulous: In melancholy drowsy-sweet They huddled there in harmony. Like bats at noontide rafter-hung.

- Robert Graves

Sheets of white musk and lavender curling around a melancholy song of violet root, iris, neroli, and honeysuckle.

GHOULISH Creepy like Creepy and as spooky as Spooky, this is the scent of a black cherry and coconut amaretto confection gently laced with saffron.

THE HAG The Hag is astride, This night for to ride; The Devill and shee together: Through thick, and through thin, Now out, and then in, Though ne'r so foule be the weather.

A Thorn or a Burr She takes for a Spurre: With a lash of a Bramble she rides now, Through Brakes and through Bryars, O're Ditches, and Mires, She followes the Spirit that guides now.

No Beast, for his food, Dares now range the wood; But husht in his laire he lies lurking: While mischiefs, by these, On Land and on Seas, At noone of Night are working,

The storme will arise, And trouble the skies; This night, and more for the wonder, The ghost from the Tomb Affrighted shall come, Cal'd out by the clap of the Thunder.

Black musk, bay leaves, galangal, bourbon vetiver, blackcurrant, and rum.

THE HARE In the black furrow of a field I saw an old witch-hare this night; And she cocked her lissome ear, And she eyed the moon so bright, And she nibbled o' the green; And I whispered 'Whsst! witch-hare,' Away like a ghostie o'er the field She fled, and left the moonlight there.

A leaper between worlds, the tiny trickster; she soars through liminal spaces, dancing in the strange shadows of dawn and twilight.

Warm fur and mandrake root, blue sage and tall grasses, honeysuckle-tinged moonlight, carrot seed, comfrey, and dandelion.

HUESOS DE SANTO On All Saints Day, Spanish families visit their loved ones in the cemeteries, keeping vigil throughout the evening, saying prayers for the dead. Family burial plots are cleaned and tended, and graves are adorned with gladiolas, chrysanthemums, and roses. Bone-shaped pastries called Saint's Bones, or the Bones of the Holy, are baked and shared in honor of the souls in Purgatory, and to remind us of those who no longer share our repast, but with whom we one day hope to be reunited with again.

Orange-glazed cake, dotted with anise seed, and filled with custard, set beside a bouquet of celebratory funeral flowers.

INSIDE THE GOLDEN AMBER OF HER EYEBALLS A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place your sight can knock on, echoing; but here within this thick black pelt, your strongest gaze will be absorbed and utterly disappear:

just as a raving madman, when nothing else can ease him, charges into his dark night howling, pounds on the padded wall, and feels the rage being taken in and pacified.

She seems to hide all looks that have ever fallen into her, so that, like an audience, she can look them over, menacing and sullen, and curl to sleep with them. But all at once

as if awakened, she turns her face to yours; and with a shock, you see yourself, tiny, inside the golden amber of her eyeballs suspended, like a prehistoric fly.

- Rainer Maria Rilke

Sleek black fur and gleaming amber shining in the shadows, a rumble of myrrh, and claws as sharp as ti leaf.

LAMBS-WOOL According to William Shepard Walsh, the Gentleman's Magazine for May of 1784 stated, "this is a constant ingredient at merrymaking on Holy Eve." He also quotes Vallancey's etymological speculation: "The first day of November was dedicated to the angel presiding over fruits, seeds, etc., and was therefore named La Mas Ubhal, -- that is, the day of the apple fruit, -- and being pronounced Lamasool, the English have corrupted the name to Lambs-wool."

A popular holy day beverage in 18th century Ireland: roasted apples mashed into warmed milk and ale, with nutmeg, sugar, ginger, and clove.

MAGNIFICENT AUTUMN By what a subtle alchemy the green leaves are transmuted into gold, as if molten by the fiery blaze of the hot sun! A magic covering spreads over the whole forest, and brightens into more gorgeous hues. The tree-tops seem bathed with the gold and crimson of an Italian sunset. Here and there a shade of green, here and there a tinge of purple, and a stain of scarlet so deep and rich, that the most cunning artifice of man is pale beside it. A thousand delicate shades melt into each other. They blend fantastically into one deep mass. They spread over the forest like a tapestry woven with a thousand hues.

Magnificent Autumn! He comes not like a pilgrim, clad in russet weeds. He comes not like a hermit, clad in gray. But he comes like a warrior, with the stain of blood upon his brazen mail. His crimson scarf is rent. His scarlet banner drips with gore. His step is like a flail upon the threshing floor.

The scene changes.

It is the Indian summer. The rising sun blazes through the misty air like a conflagration. A yellowish, smoky haze fills the atmosphere; and

A filmy mist,

Lies like a silver lining on the sky.

The wind is soft and low. It wafts to us the odor of forest leaves, that hang wilted on the dripping branches, or drop into the stream. Their gorgeous tints are gone, as if the autumnal rains had washed them out. Orange, yellow, and scarlet, all are changed to one melancholy russet hue. The birds, too, have taken wing, and have left their roofless dwellings. Not the whistle of a robin, not the twitter of an eavesdropping swallow, not the carol of one sweet, familiar voice! All gone. Only the dismal cawing of a crow, as he sits and curses, that the harvest is over, – or the chit-chat of an idle squirrel, – the noisy denizen of a hollow tree, – the mendicant friar of a large parish, – the absolute monarch of a dozen acorns!

Another change.

The wind sweeps through the forest with a sound like the blast of a trumpet. The dry leaves whirl in eddies through the air. A fret-work of hoar-frost covers the plain. The stagnant water in the pools and ditches is frozen into fantastic figures. Nature ceases from her labors, and prepares for the great change. In the low-hanging clouds, the sharp air, like a busy shuttle, weaves her shroud of snow. There is a melancholy and continual roar in the tops of the tall pines, like the roar of a cataract. It is the funeral anthem of the dying year.

A scent that wanders through the Ages of Autumn, from the last green leaf to the first breath of winter.

MIDNIGHT BONFIRE Lighting the path between worlds, the beacon at the threshold: night-blooming jasmine, smoldering maple leaves, a cluster of patchouli and blackened ti leaf, black sage, and pinewood smoke.

PUMPKIN CRÈME BRULEE With vanilla bean scrapings.

PUMPKIN DUST Shavings of white pumpkin rind and honey powder.

PUMPKIN MUSK AND BLACK OUDH A strangely romantic, disturbingly erotic perfume.

PUMPKIN TOBACCO Sweet black tobacco infused with dried pumpkin and soaked in bourbon.

SAMHAIN Truly the scent of autumn itself -- damp woods, fir needle, and black patchouli with the gentlest touches of warm pumpkin, clove, nutmeg, allspice, sweet red apple and mullein.

SAMHAINOPHOBIA The Fear of Halloween

Menacing Haitian vetiver, patchouli, and clove with a shock of bourbon geranium, grim oakmoss, and dread-inspiring balsams pierce the innocuous scent of autumn leaves.

SCARECROW TURNED PHILOSOPHER Once I said to a scarecrow, “You must be tired of standing in this lonely field.”

And he said, “The joy of scaring is a deep and lasting one, and I never tire of it.”

Said I, after a minute of thought, “It is true; for I too have known that joy.”

Said he, “Only those who are stuffed with straw can know it.”

Then I left him, not knowing whether he had complimented or belittled me.

A year passed, during which the scarecrow turned philosopher.

And when I passed by him again I saw two crows building a nest under his hat.

- Kahlil Gibran

Corn husks waving on an autumn breeze, beams of amber sunlight, hay bales, and late summer wildflowers.

SUCK IT Sexy and suckable: black cherry brandy.

THIS WAN WHITE HUMMING HIVE And where should the living feel alive But here in this wan white humming hive, As the moon wastes down, and the dawn turns cold, And one by one they creep back to the fold? And where should a man hold his mate and say: "One more, one more, ere we go their way"? For the year's on the turn, and it's All Souls' night, When the living can learn by the churchyard light.

White patchouli leaf, beeswax, ambergris, and pale incense.

WHEN COLORS ALL TO BLACK ARE CAST In night when colors all to black are cast, Distinction lost, or gone down with the light; The eye a watch to inward senses placed, Not seeing, yet still having powers of sight,

Gives vain alarums to the inward sense, Where fear stirred up with witty tyranny, Confounds all powers, and thorough self-offense, Doth forge and raise impossibility:

Such as in thick depriving darknesses, Proper reflections of the error be, And images of self-confusednesses, Which hurt imaginations only see;

And from this nothing seen, tells news of devils, Which but expressions be of inward evils.

- Lord Brooke Fulke Greville

Ink-black musk and dried blackberries, midnight opoponax and sweet labdanum.

THE WITCH BRIDE A fair witch crept to a young man's side, And he kiss'd her and took her for his bride.

But a Shape came in at the dead of night, And fill'd the room with snowy light.

And he saw how in his arms there lay A thing more frightful than mouth may say.

And he rose in haste, and follow'd the Shape Till morning crown'd an eastern cape.

And he girded himself, and follow'd still When sunset sainted the western hill.

But, mocking and thwarting, clung to his side, Weary day!-the foul Witch-Bride.

(Aw, c'mon, Allingham. Foul is a pretty strong choice of words, dontcha think?)

Pale and lovely, with eyes belladonna-wide: hemlock blossoms and ghostly nightshade veiled by wisteria, white frankincense, black amber, and narcissus resin.

YIPE In the vein (GET IT?) of Boo, Suck It, and Spooky, this is a gushing font of sweet bloody black cherry cream and crushed dried blackberries.

++ ALL HALLOWS CHAOS

Turbulent, disordered beauty: sensitive to initial conditions, topologically mixed, and approached by periodic orbits with abandon. A dynamical system expressed through scent.

Each bottle of Chaos Theory is truly unique, a fragrant fractal, and an exercise in the joy of chance and uncertainty! Each is a one-of-a-kind, utterly random combination of scents, the composition of which is based on whim, mood and gut instinct. Each bottle is numbered, and each bottle is unique.

Hail Eris! After a long hiatus, Chaos Theory is back!

This year, the aforementioned chaos is expressing itself through decidedly seasonal metaphors associated with gathering the harvest and welcoming the “dark half” of the year. Is it comfort you seek, or incantations whispered through a tear in the Veil? Thanks to the options below, you don’t have to choose — you can have it both ways! This is an exercise in the joy of chance and uncertainty! Each bottle is a one-of-a-kind, utterly random combination of scents, the composition of which is based on whim, mood and gut instinct.

Most common allergens have been omitted from the experiment. No pennyroyal, no nuts, no cinnamon, no cassia. Regardless, if you have any sensitivities, please do not participate in Chaos Theory. The contents of the oils are not recorded [that’s the whole point!] and we will not be able to answer questions about specific bottles of CT:VIII or guarantee that an allergen is not present in your order.

By purchasing CT:VIII, you agree to absolve Black Phoenix of any responsibility related to an allergic reaction to one of the oils in this series. Please make a responsible choice, and use caution and discretion when ordering. This is intended to be a fun, exciting project.

Each CT:VIII scent has a base inspired by one of our favorite ‘Weenies, in wildly varying proportions:

ALL HALLOWS CHAOS: PUMPKIN SPICE

Variety is the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.”

― William Cowper, 1785

Forget about the War on Christmas — the year’s most contentious seasonal battle is actually waged over this inescapable melange of palate-massaging flavors. We’ve got the formula down pat, and invite you to join us in a mad-science experiment: Just how far can we bend it before it breaks?

ALL HALLOWS CHAOS: SAMHAIN

“Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of void, but out of chaos.” ― Mary Shelley, 1831 This Samhain, we’re reveling in the desecration of a classic blend: “Damp woods, fir needle, and black patchouli with the gentlest touches of warm pumpkin, clove, nutmeg, allspice, sweet red apple and mullein.”

++ HALLOWEEN: MASQUE OF THE RED DEATH

Art by Tenebrous Kate

Words by Edgar Allan Poe

THE RED DEATH The "Red Death" had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal --the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And the whole seizure, progress and termination of the disease, were the incidents of half an hour.

Splatters of red musk, bruise-purple violets, vetiver, and pimento.

HAPPY AND DAUNTLESS AND SAGACIOUS But the Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless and sagacious. When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale and light-hearted friends from among the knights and dames of his court, and with these retired to the deep seclusion of one of his castellated abbeys. This was an extensive and magnificent structure, the creation of the prince's own eccentric yet august taste. A strong and lofty wall girdled it in. This wall had gates of iron. The courtiers, having entered, brought furnaces and massy hammers and welded the bolts. They resolved to leave means neither of ingress or egress to the sudden impulses of despair or of frenzy from within. The abbey was amply provisioned. With such precautions the courtiers might bid defiance to contagion.

Imprisoned in frenzied joy: ribbons of raspberry and red currant streaming through thick goat’s milk.

IT WAS FOLLY TO GRIEVE, OR TO THINK The external world could take care of itself. In the meantime it was folly to grieve, or to think.

Ginger-squeezed champagne with crushed diamonds, orange blossoms, and peach blossoms.

THERE WAS BEAUTY, THERE WAS WINE The prince had provided all the appliances of pleasure. There were buffoons, there were improvisatori, there were ballet-dancers, there were musicians, there was Beauty, there was wine. All these and security were within. Without was the "Red Death."

Gushes of black and red wine splattering damask rose and white pear, engulfed in thick clove incense.

A MASKED BALL OF THE MOST UNUSUAL MAGNIFICENCE It was toward the close of the fifth or sixth month of his seclusion, and while the pestilence raged most furiously abroad, that the Prince Prospero entertained his thousand friends at a masked ball of the most unusual magnificence.

Opulent golden oudh, red benzoin, and bitter almond.

A GIGANTIC CLOCK OF EBONY It was in this apartment, also, that there stood against the western wall, a gigantic clock of ebony. Its pendulum swung to and fro with a dull, heavy, monotonous clang; and when the minute-hand made the circuit of the face, and the hour was to be stricken, there came from the brazen lungs of the clock a sound which was clear and loud and deep and exceedingly musical, but of so peculiar a note and emphasis that, at each lapse of an hour, the musicians of the orchestra were constrained to pause, momentarily, in their performance, to hearken to the sound; and thus the waltzers perforce ceased their evolutions; and there was a brief disconcert of the whole gay company; and, while the chimes of the clock yet rang, it was observed that the giddiest grew pale, and the more aged and sedate passed their hands over their brows as if in confused reverie or meditation. But when the echoes had fully ceased, a light laughter at once pervaded the assembly; the musicians looked at each other and smiled as if at their own nervousness and folly, and made whispering vows, each to the other, that the next chiming of the clock should produce in them no similar emotion; and then, after the lapse of sixty minutes, (which embrace three thousand and six hundred seconds of the Time that flies,) there came yet another chiming of the clock, and then were the same disconcert and tremulousness and meditation as before.

The chiming of the clock: ebony wood and black pepper, narcissus blossom and tuberose, clanging with dull, heavy opoponax and thick olibanum.

THE TASTES OF THE DUKE WERE PECULIAR But, in spite of these things, it was a gay and magnificent revel. The tastes of the duke were peculiar. He had a fine eye for colors and effects. He disregarded the decora of mere fashion. His plans were bold and fiery, and his conceptions glowed with barbaric lustre. There are some who would have thought him mad. His followers felt that he was not. It was necessary to hear and see and touch him to be sure that he was not.

The swirl of a thousand glittering vices: absinthe and laudanum, opium poppy and neroli, star anise and black currant, whip leather and iron shackles, gilded vanilla flower and King mandarin.

GLARE AND GLITTER AND PIQUANCY AND PHANTASM He had directed, in great part, the moveable embellishments of the seven chambers, upon occasion of this great fete; and it was his own guiding taste which had given character to the masqueraders. Be sure they were grotesque. There were much glare and glitter and piquancy and phantasm -- much of what has been since seen in "Hernani." There were arabesque figures with unsuited limbs and appointments. There were delirious fancies such as the madman fashions.

Delirious fancies such as the madman fashions, arabesque figures with unsuited limbs and appointments: orris absolute and leather contorted by cherry and orange blossom.

A MULTITUDE OF DREAMS There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust. To and fro in the seven chambers there stalked, in fact, a multitude of dreams. And these -- the dreams -- writhed in and about, taking hue from the rooms, and causing the wild music of the orchestra to seem as the echo of their steps.

A blackened lavender mist, thick with opoponax, licorice root, and benzoin.

ALL IS SILENT SAVE THE VOICE OF THE CLOCK And, anon, there strikes the ebony clock which stands in the hall of the velvet. And then, for a moment, all is still, and all is silent save the voice of the clock. The dreams are stiff-frozen as they stand. But the echoes of the chime die away -- they have endured but an instant -- and a light, half-subdued laughter floats after them as they depart. And now again the music swells, and the dreams live, and writhe to and fro more merrily than ever, taking hue from the many-tinted windows through which stream the rays from the tripods.

Dreams writhing to and fro, bubbling up from half-subdued laughter: pink peppercorn, jasmine sambac, and cypress bubbling up through half-subdued white lavender, stabbed through with streams of red musk and black currant.

THE NIGHT IS WANING AWAY But to the chamber which lies most westwardly of the seven, there are now none of the maskers who venture; for the night is waning away; and there flows a ruddier light through the blood-colored panes; and the blackness of the sable drapery appals; and to him whose foot falls upon the sable carpet, there comes from the near clock of ebony a muffled peal more solemnly emphatic than any which reaches their ears who indulge in the more remote gaieties of the other apartments. But these other apartments were densely crowded, and in them beat feverishly the heart of life.

Night-blooming jasmine and cereus reflected through ruddy musk and crimson amber.

THE SOUNDING OF MIDNIGHT UPON THE CLOCK And the revel went whirlingly on, until at length there commenced the sounding of midnight upon the clock. And then the music ceased, as I have told; and the evolutions of the waltzers were quieted; and there was an uneasy cessation of all things as before. But now there were twelve strokes to be sounded by the bell of the clock; and thus it happened, perhaps, that more of thought crept, with more of time, into the meditations of the thoughtful among those who revelled. And thus, too, it happened, perhaps, that before the last echoes of the last chime had utterly sunk into silence, there were many individuals in the crowd who had found leisure to become aware of the presence of a masked figure which had arrested the attention of no single individual before. And the rumor of this new presence having spread itself whisperingly around, there arose at length from the whole company a buzz, or murmur, expressive of disapprobation and surprise --then, finally, of terror, of horror, and of disgust.

Terror, horror, and disgust: a bowel-churning sweet clench of myrhh and green musk in a pool of suffocating black moss and a shock of white cognac.

THE SCARLET HORROR In an assembly of phantasms such as I have painted, it may well be supposed that no ordinary appearance could have excited such sensation. In truth the masquerade license of the night was nearly unlimited; but the figure in question had out-Heroded Herod, and gone beyond the bounds of even the prince's indefinite decorum. There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion. Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made. The whole company, indeed, seemed now deeply to feel that in the costume and bearing of the stranger neither wit nor propriety existed. The figure was tall and gaunt, and shrouded from head to foot in the habiliments of the grave. The mask which concealed the visage was made so nearly to resemble the countenance of a stiffened corpse that the closest scrutiny must have had difficulty in detecting the cheat. And yet all this might have been endured, if not approved, by the mad revellers around. But the mummer had gone so far as to assume the type of the Red Death. His vesture was dabbled in blood --and his broad brow, with all the features of the face, was besprinkled with the scarlet horror.

When the eyes of Prince Prospero fell upon this spectral image (which with a slow and solemn movement, as if more fully to sustain its role, stalked to and fro among the waltzers) he was seen to be convulsed, in the first moment with a strong shudder either of terror or distaste; but, in the next, his brow reddened with rage.

"Who dares?" he demanded hoarsely of the courtiers who stood near him -- "who dares insult us with this blasphemous mockery? Seize him and unmask him -- that we may know whom we have to hang at sunrise, from the battlements!"

Blasphemous mockery: blood musk and vetiver.

A GROUP OF PALE COURTIERS It was in the eastern or blue chamber in which stood the Prince Prospero as he uttered these words. They rang throughout the seven rooms loudly and clearly -- for the prince was a bold and robust man, and the music had become hushed at the waving of his hand.

It was in the blue room where stood the prince, with a group of pale courtiers by his side. At first, as he spoke, there was a slight rushing movement of this group in the direction of the intruder, who at the moment was also near at hand, and now, with deliberate and stately step, made closer approach to the speaker.

A sycophant’s polished stench: green musk fougere, lime, and rose-tufted wig powder.

A CERTAIN NAMELESS AWE But from a certain nameless awe with which the mad assumptions of the mummer had inspired the whole party, there were found none who put forth hand to seize him; so that, unimpeded, he passed within a yard of the prince's person; and, while the vast assembly, as if with one impulse, shrank from the centres of the rooms to the walls, he made his way uninterruptedly, but with the same solemn and measured step which had distinguished him from the first, through the blue chamber to the purple -- through the purple to the green -- through the green to the orange -- through this again to the white -- and even thence to the violet, ere a decided movement had been made to arrest him.

Death unimpeded: bone-white sandalwood, dry cognac, and chilled ambergris accord.

A DEADLY TERROR THAT HAD SEIZED UPON ALL It was then, however, that the Prince Prospero, maddening with rage and the shame of his own momentary cowardice, rushed hurriedly through the six chambers, while none followed him on account of a deadly terror that had seized upon all.

He bore aloft a drawn dagger, and had approached, in rapid impetuosity, to within three or four feet of the retreating figure, when the latter, having attained the extremity of the velvet apartment, turned suddenly and confronted his pursuer. There was a sharp cry --and the dagger dropped gleaming upon the sable carpet, upon which, instantly afterwards, fell prostrate in death the Prince Prospero. Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the revellers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony clock, gasped in unutterable horror at finding the grave-cerements and corpse-like mask which they handled with so violent a rudeness, untenanted by any tangible form.

The wild courage of despair: a screech of blood orange and a splash of blood entangled in a corpse-mask of tattered white sandalwood stained with balsam and a grime-crusted winding sheet.

ILLIMITABLE DOMINION OVER ALL And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.

Darkness, Decay, and the Red Death: blood musk and black tobacco, birch tar and bleeding cypress sap.

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++ PICKMAN GALLERY 2018

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: ARKHAM’S PICKMAN GALLERY ACQUIRES CURIOUS COLLECTION OF GOAT ART, DEEMED ‘GREATEST OF ALL TIME’ Greatest Of All Time: Portraits of Genus Capra on view at the Pickman Gallery from September 22 to December 28, 2018, Arkham, MA — On view from September 18 through December 28, 2018 at Pickman Gallery, Arkham, MA, Greatest Of All Time: Portraits of Genus Capra. Greatest Of All Time is guest curated by the Santa Fe Art Institute’s Antonia Vasquez-Thackeray, who also holds a degree in Livestock Science. In this first-of-its-kind exhibition, Mx. Vasquez-Thackeray explores the social co-evolution of humankind and goatkind, a history which stretches back at least 10,000 years. Researchers note that goat remains have been found at archaeological sites in Western Asia including Jericho, Choga Mami, Djeitun, and Çayönü. Via their innate curiosity and horizontally-pupilled eyes, goats have enjoyed a unique view of human civilization, and our ancestors’ myths and legends have proven us nothing if not fearful of their scrutiny. “Our projections in terms of goat consciousness and goat archetypes have eclipsed anything a goat might tell us about us, or itself,“ Vasquez-Thackeray writes in the introduction to her upcoming MY GOAT, MY INQUISITOR, a salvo against the bias and anthropomorphism that has infected the relations between these two closely interrelated worlds -- but which carefully does not disavow the propensity for deceit, diabolism and witchcraft within the Caprian mind. Greatest of All Time consists of works hand-selected to commune with our species’ most recent common ancestor. About this evolutionary MacGuffin, Max Robinson, Ph.D. Molecular Biology and Biotechnology & Evolutionary Genetics, University of Washington, has written: “Millions of years ago, there was some kind of animal that eventually evolved into both goats and humans. It probably had claws rather than hooves or hands. It had a liver, four legs, eyes, and a brain, just like humans and goats still do.” Unfathomably, a lineage extends directly from that ancestor to this season’s exhibition, which will serve as a family reunion of sorts: several goats from Vasquez-Thackeray’s personal herd will be in residence as docents throughout the duration of the show. (Their reactions to the art as well as to the guests will be recorded via motion-capture and analyzed by individuals from SFAI, MIT, and, by special request, members of Arkham’s Thousand Young Lodge.

A BOAR AND A GOAT 18th century Russian lubok, illustrator unknown Red amber, frankincense CO2 absolute, green fig, labdanum, King mandarin, Atlas cedar, and bitter almond.

A HOARD OF CREATURES WITH THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS BEFORE A TAVERN Cornelis Saftleven Peru balsam, leather, castoreum accord, frankincense, and hay.

A YOUNG BOY AND HIS BROTHER SEATED ON A GOAT Christoffel Pierson Polished mahogany, copal resin, Java sandalwood, teakwood, and Sumantran patchouli.

AN ENCAMPMENT OF SHEPHERDS Tassili N'Ajjer, 4000-1500BC Tonka bean, red clay, rose tobacco, and oudh.

ANIMAL ALLEGORY Cornelis Saftleven Dust, dry incense, parchment, and tobacco leaf.

BOY WITH GOAT IN A LANDSCAPE Rudolf Koller Grapevine and ivy, olive blossom, lavender, cypress, bay leaf, honey myrtle, Tuscany sage, and jasmine sambac.

CABRAS Giuseppe Palizzi Black pine, white sage, creeping ivy, and wild juniper.

EEN SATYR Jacob Jordaens A heavy, animalic musk with cognac, fir balsam, grapevine, black cypress, patchouli, honey, and copaiba balsam.

THE GOAT AND THE VINE Harrison Weir Golden apples, cedar and redwood trellises heavy with grapevine, beeswax, hemp, vanilla benzoin, and bois de rose.

THE GREAT HE-GOAT Francisco Goya Haitian vetiver, Egyptian amber, carnation, black musk, pomegranate, patchouli, and smoked ginger.

HALF-HUMAN, HALF-MONKEY BARBERS SHAVING A GOAT Engraving by G. van der Gucht after J. Wootton Bay rum, hay, dried alfalfa, aftershave, and cork stalk.

JACOB WITH THE DAUGHTERS OF LABAN

Louis Gauffier Lebanese cedar, chamomile, frankincense, and cinnamon.

JUPITER NOURISHED BY THE GOAT AMALTHEA Engraving by Jacques Jordaens Goat’s milk, nectar, ambrosia, and honey.

LITHOGRAPH OF A MOUNTAIN GOAT H Weir White sandalwood, black pepper, muguet, agarwood, labdanum, and 3-year aged patchouli.

RUHENDE ZIEGE MIT KITZCHEN

Johann Christian Reinhart Brown musk, leather, castoreum accord, white cedar, amber oudh, and clove bud.

STUDIE EINER ZIEGE Pieter Boel Sweet labdanum with clove, tobacco absolute, and guiac wood.

TWO SHEEP AND TWO GOATS RESTING TOGETHER IN A FIELD A. Ducote Sweet vetiver, bourbon vanilla, and wool.

VENUS PANDEMOS Venus Pandemos Hay, rose otto, red benzoin, torch smoke, and pink carnation.

THE WITCHES’ RIDE

Otto Goetze Red roses and vetiver with cashmere incense, rue, and cauldron spices.

ZOE AND THE GOAT

Lorenz Frølich Caramelized patchouli, cream, and thick golden honey.

++ HALLOWEEN: POMEGRANATE GROVE

About the pomegranate I must say nothing, for its story is something of a mystery. - Pausanias

POMEGRANATE GROVE: ALICE

POMEGRANATE GROVE: DORIAN

POMEGRANATE GROVE: EMBALMING FLUID

POMEGRANATE GROVE: MOROCCO

POMEGRANATE GROVE: SNAKE OIL

++ HALLOWEEN: PILE OF LEAVES

Every leaf tells a story.

DEAD LEAVES AND MAPLE SAP

DEAD LEAVES, BLACKBERRY, AND RED PATCHOULI

DEAD LEAVES, GREEN COGNAC, IRIS ROOT, AND WHITE LEATHER

DEAD LEAVES, SWEET MYRRH, LEATHER, GREEN POMELO, AND RED CURRANT

DEAD LEAVES, BOURBON VETIVER, NAGARMOTHA, AND VANILLA ABSOLUTE

DEAD LEAVES AND RED CARNATIONS

DEAD LEAVES AND PUMPKIN SEEDS

DEAD LEAVES AND SCOTCH

DEAD LEAVES AND WARM SUGAR COOKIES

DEAD LEAVES, SWEET OAKMOSS, WHITE SAGE, AND CHAPARRAL

DEAD LEAVES AND VANILLA INCENSE

DEAD LEAVES, APRICOT, AMBERGRIS, AND TOBACCO

DEAD LEAVES AND COFFEE BEANS

DEAD LEAVES, BLACK TEA, AND TOBACCO LEAF

DEAD LEAVES, MAGNOLIA CHAMPACA, AMBERETTE SEED, PERU BALSAM, AND SUGARED CHESTNUTS

DEAD LEAVES, RED WINE, AND BLACK OUDH

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