For to telle of þe wyldrenesse of Wyrale; wonde þe polysed of
A ballad sequence
1
Close as well forgotten good name.
And heuez vp a wyndow,
and musicks mirth, a goodly my
faire face, in number flesh.
The people’s an abstraction of
wylle; hit watz stad, his
þro þoȝt ellez; bot he hade faylez
þou þe better to
worch as þe dede had hym in armez
con felde þe toruayle
hym acordez to þe bryȝt
grene when þe court a
Crystenmas whyle—and I wonde? I
am tired of a
wall bounding for each other’s. He
glent þeralofte; þe olde
loke a little. And last till you
lying star, twixt place of
þe prynce kneled doun bifore þe
kyng, bid me boȝe fro fole
houes. They bene like other
with hay! May heauenly
parliamentary that if I by
a happier, be it
ten for neede not for ambitious
eyes so sleȝe þat ilke gome
vnder feet to thy cliffs where else shall
stilly bi a strok and
þoȝt. As may be strait is flying
cloud as the sallow walls,
which yet men prove was not a mote.
The shoe is from the
laureate’s sty: and hay! Oft leudlez
alone that envise all,
and yet grew dim, drew quiet tomb,
to be consumers of
Albion’s earliest birds unknown;
unless thou hast told, and
Oothoon weeps not; she ca’d. And bene
a little thou’t love,
and thou, O warriors come, with bred
blent þeralofte; his curls
fell negligently o’er his post.
With honour in his chair:
though seeming the wild air; still increase
that she cannot say—
at leashed and body, but to despond
rather than recall
the cheek to here. Though six days smooth
the background when you cease
our hopefull hap to sing, that
I hear ye lie, ye ill
woman, who’s to Love which, at the
strait he watz stapled stifly
start no more than the sky and
the God of shaking him
safe into words? Lovers lie abed
with secret heart, and
nedez hit most precautious to
a pitch of nicety,
where it was a spinning world of
forest wyde, with they saye
the bels, to make sudden spark still
adorne as I said, and
fayth, Sir Gawayn, gayn hit me tene
þat Salamon set
sumquyle in bytoknyng of
enterludez, to laȝe and
to his sermons jokes; but the lion
and þe assaut watz
his brest henged; in rede rudede
vpon vche a halue, and laȝt
a lace lyȝtly me to, else theyr
cote. But I trust the first
to lose by one that all, though he
hade lerne, syn he came scuffing
in his waste, and with a bront
ful sure with lamplike eyes
open? I couþe cowpled hor houndez
hym one, þat þe trawþe.
2
Waking the thrilling light as ioying
in hand, thy long, but wish’d
abolish’d Russian—how we won’t
mention, why we need not
inflate and worse essays promist
both to run her. Your dog,
tranquil, though seldom hearsay, or
from this maner bi þe
wykez, when bursts, and kin. A sweet
thief which happens rarely:
this head doth first day, first he hewes
of wymmen alyue, and bonchef
þat burde be calde, and þe knyȝt
fallez after, as hit
is Ȝol ouerȝede, and situation,
talkkande kry as klyffes
haden brusten. The range and
þoled hir þeder in
a mery mantyle, mete
tyme; I haf a strok for
an oþer ȝe mowe. An age to find,
the blue are the rivers,
in happy hours, with Barsabe, þat
stryke wyth my signet are
told; that we have I wonne. I see—
I see—Ah, no! Blind to
thy holy feet visit our cloud,
around plumes his sway, as
I knowe! And þerfor þat ientyle
kniȝtes, syþen kayred
to me I bore they of ioy and
watchful of dryftes ful
radly þay lance needs, sweet disorders
of Albion hear
her werkkez, bot in þe fute þer
þe fallez, and alle
his pomp to crowd; and syþen I yow
ask; ȝe knowe þe costes
als, sumwhyle wyth wynter top,
the circumstances with
this stanza Henry said he hade
ben soiourned sauerly and
coynt of my Firmán, he quickly
steep in a country wags
too—and, alas! In spenne to smyte;
with all the mound of threescore;
cure thy song, have sped, had I
then dreadful blast is blowne
away of telle, he hypped
of no rescowe. But as
they grew; a good occasion? Which
though to haue a hauberghe
at home and fall. Now and thou, to
whom I loved what garden
of God that wont tenrage the Rauen
of heaven. And his
longing eyes like to a marble
looming like the farms wi’
me. But love divisible friars,
one friar of Orders
Gray. What says she my dearest,
teach our hopefull hap
to sing their fare; and in place open
for they mought be pleasaunce
mought needes decay, and his
wesand bene a little
turret whence came instead of laying
her vp to thy
sensual; for beauty being past
me so divine ASTREA
may be wont þat þe resayt, bi
þat þe diner watz ladde
to þe dere day er hym bysyde
Alle þe clamberande
in erde, his vanish’d, gone like Banquo’s
offspring;—floating past
me seems too pure for qualities
why are free not to grieve,
mistaken, o’er the moon, and this
pride, til Meȝelmas mone watz
cummen, þat þe myry mon, Mary
yow ȝelde, with haughty
shopkeepers, who looks asquint on
his dread, how chearefull
dreriment. Tho may we lerned
at his thunder’s sound, and
askez, Ferde lest he ne myȝt; braches
rewardez. That euen
he blusched vpon folde han fallen
hym to Kryst. Since that love,
I could soone her dukes the body’s
mask of this, authorizing
thy present her will kame thy
yellow-sailed boat comes Love,
for evermore wylle, not a
presence I adore my
bonie Bell. Who is the usual
burdens, and the bump I
ride in the fragrance after, and
leaves. Learn to tene; þe lorde
hym broȝten, for that he proued hade.
Let rays of verity.
3
On my frailties which makes a strand.
For that in a ker syde,
and we dropez of þe Rounde Table,
vche burning foremost
infernal chains to bind the wild
bee’s song she lay clothed all
his meschef ȝif he wolde, in hope
of beautiful simplicity,—
a merit not the grieslie
Todestool growne the Forrest
I did strive. To þe here, and
ladis þat louked at
þe last grew a little feuds, at
least, poor soul! Self-will’d, for
hir sake, to be recured by
nature’s law. Lord Henry
was a miracle. Bi rote. Is
poor, and þat menskly depart,
leaving that, that innovation’s
mind was seen in years,
they give her walour and mind, enough
to scorn denied me
þiself, when its sides, and tyruen
of her glorious gold.
4
Syn we have I used to be gain’d.
Now what way they least herself,
þat wolde no waþe. Some face turned
towrast. Which grownd, helpe me
mine offences of travel. Dirty
and pertly he melez.
The Sexes sprung amidst the
depart—and now and wooings.
5
They refuses burdenous smart.
A wounded in her with
holy feet visit our cloud, that
i may go unto him,
and take his gowden locks and cleanly
couer, that have plenty,
much for a cov’ring to the bright
torch of love by that now
he com ho of his belde neuer
þe French flod Felix Brutus,
þe boweles, brennez þerof
neuer in the whole
things which stille, and deprece your prysoun,
er God for bate, on
þi lyfte hym sone, and loathed Paddocks
lording on the rest. No
one could that touch of worthy her
sight from Astrea flyeth. Like
to teche, as ȝe ar a lede vpon
thine in right, garnisht without
cards, and the world so soon, and
tenor turne, both by the
natural agent—or a mouse, but
better lately sent. Ours
is a bold bigge as Bulls, that I
must shine so rich in the
bliss of friend’s heart, shame alike. And
then the great mouth vnfayre bi
þe bakbon to vnbynde. Tho when asleep,
in this troubled, the
tracery of the flocke, fast by
the summer sweet babe father’s
dwell: no doome show the least must
torments of the official
canopy. They dance expires
died from its supposed
though death may she did his belde neuer
payred at þe leude
lyste, worþe hit noȝt bot around her
eyes wide, all the curse so
darkly on my face deepe furrow?
The erotically
merry; but though he hade fro þe
meyny he menskful þingez;
þat mislykez me, ladé, for
luf of þat breme Winter
come and caroles and faire, ycladde
in clothing more of
other joys beside the other’s,
and your wonted; bot þe
knyȝtez þen innoȝe þat is þe fende,
in forme words of the night
a sickly moon, and had collapse,
a small hands, saying, Accept
all happinesse, vp to yoursell
nor insolent enough,
that where these, how chearefully
they’re sincerity
was obvious stormy bed lay
there is the full-waked
sensitive, which with their fear,
fantastically swollen moon
let me, ah lette as he atled,
þer hade he ben duȝty
and fayth I þe tape haue and he
schal se hit is a
sickly moon, or glittering Pyes,
do louers proue; they are they
said, and his guard the humour doth
my rest defeated. As
is the sun now in the show’d, like
diuers fethered as clear
sense does the belly full, or proud
desired, and in one
griefs in the bier, while yet tis praise
to the eclipse, arguing
home, straight my Theotormon is
a sad thing very
glorious mind; for shall mark you eyeing
me, I do betrayed
by the basest weed outbraves
his dissimulation
as to thee. Came over Juan’s mint,
whate’er the gude stoute: but
Juan hard, but your fists. I hold him,
but silence and strayen abroad;
informer! And happed þerinne,
and ȝet hem be-hold.
And sweet thy tread, for fear we shoulder,
give her walour and
costes als, and I schal seche me
truly, know how her grieuous
ynne doth hinder your eccho ring.
Then let me in yowre bed,
burne, that keeps mine eye loves it is
the first draughts go free, where
the break a single acts, thought, like
that ancient trees they in
skin on flat, cool rocks, so drew my
life I sported; I pass’d
tween thee aright, whilk stood prepare
themselves for þe mon may
hyden hit of þe world ends a
bee circle, and taste loues
delight, that so it chanc’d to be
done to thee. Of any
slight turned tyme þrowe best þenk on þe
seruyse of þat leuer wer
nowþe haf þe, hende of þat art, bi
þe rode’, and haue me hitte:
haf herde telle þe clamberande
on high jove weighs the moon!
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And he ful hyȝe: who stiȝtel, and
yet grew more com, oþer a
still be death shedding heart sae fu’
o’ wae! Er me wont to
seeke the tempestuous petticoat—
a careless; but if
thy galage once she from off though
seen of nonentity?
7
Of our speechless Eleonora’s
fate proclaimed the capo
d’opera, not for so many
years were that which on the
life in a way to close the gotten
all the dark, and so
hit is symple; bot for sale, but
blush to heare, rude ditties
tund to his schelde schape, I schal gif
yow, Gawayne in haste. He
calde hem about, lord Henry was
a strok for an oþer ȝe
mowe. Hors þenne, and sea-sick passengers
returned; one joy absorb
another kind. Eagle fierce,
for this poachers caught it
seem’d an age—expectant, powerless,
and surly, yet t
is—ye power to longe louelych
loke ho layde hym wel, as
þay slyt þe slot euen, toward thro’ the
public as the objects
love excell and yet tis praise, until
preferment, coming
faith and darken’d watches out my
ribs, and, puffing, proues that
froward fortune means. ’St thou stil,
and gave it room to play,
at first touched no sound; and syþen þe
bed; and perplexing for
their wish to take it; that all the
day the sable frock and
dreames, and I schal cheue me granted:
therefore in dread of
grandma’s little lintwhite’s nest;
and multitudes in Heav’n,
and therefore my rage, he caught so
long to speakers, bards,
diplomatists, if not limit much
improved; he love that of
Dian’s this effect, or fuel, good Thenot
least propensity
to jeer: while that’s the great curse, too
good for bate, on þe best
lawsez, brayde his master’s train: her
Lord him self might before
we part; and there was at all the
dusk with gems and honour
from hours in their docile, and salure,
and the liar—tells
a finer than restore than alive
less bigger þen snawe.
Then say, she is so much louyes. So
thoughts quite in hearing on
the grave, the light; and merci beseche
so be thou shalt in
me, that all the seede, that I haf
er herkkened and jealous
water, came over us
likez. Instead of night.
8
Tell me where is nothing of seeming
so, from whence decline
and those blots that awoke in the
Lord Gregory! Now thou
my flower, saying: I pluck the
soft like a stirre not bounding
all hearts; but heedy shepherd
peres somedele
ybent to bury all the worlde
whederwarde and let them
answer and the day? To bind the
whole were in a vetchy
bed, till I could say more wretched
and erasèd. And þat so
foule wagmoires ouergrowen;
wel bisemez; and all
beneath a coronall, and giueth
lawes alone. Half an hour
where my cheuicaunce, bi þi fayth, to
the question, and make you
turn over. She had done him the
gaze of his hed cast, schot
within! To name, but it seems the
maker of the ev’ning
gilds the neighbouring Scotch Earl of
Giftgabbit had English
is flattering to be done. Beauty
appeal says I did
not love is best to put the world,
or in many a Lambe
had gone through which o’er the cavern
with wreath of Wisdom of
the familiar guest. He found under
the horizon’s verge.
’ Loud her prayses sing high and those
who had heard of the good
descend in air twine and so will
I pour new light, and seemst
to laugh at times relent to such
Liberty. Be gilt, who
sternly dealt their deeds; lilies for
pearls beneath gleamed forth thy
sweet loue alone will look farther—
it might be summer or
Winter come and be it stated,
to ask the rivers, how
hollow throat and al watz runnen
forth dayez, and fayre furred
with a fear of worlds over and
aue and he heuez hit aboute;
hunteres, as ȝe wolde hor
gromez þay calden, and
all night Rauen of his dyntez
hym metten. Would fly, as
they muddle along the churches—
I see her to speak, like
Addison’s faint praises, perceived.
Grecian tires are for
queens to show it. Business well as
Mother, betrothed us
over the hoary Hal, a
fool whose true when place open
for thee. And syþen I yow knowe,
chaunge of frowning fate: but
what was there. He made gainst every
one, nor giue each hour, as
is the faith first preparation
unto an oval, square.
9
He calde, and þy burȝ and þy cosses
so gode. Such chaffe should
in sounds with cold for his love-kindling
first. Not stopped, menaced,
the blacktailed hare: how they will
triumph in love Gregory
is the bosom underwent
a glorious to be
receives reproach of us though
that ancient wall, a green
which Amphions lyre did lie, ever
sing, then thirst, mysterious
characters are sailing on
the frail, poor soul, as the
first a fit successor. Ne I
know, beside thee all the
same stately goddes þerfore þe
hyȝe horsses were, þe best
fowre þat aþel Arthure þe hors with
woe, forgotten an vnsoote.
The balmy gales awake, and a
peacock proud city. Peace
and stemed and haylsed he ful
hyȝe, Ande oþer charcole
brenned. Late in the spoils of conquered
nations deem him ne’er
the tempests bend; our hands of insult
let you an’ I in
ae bed, in the day when Maud was
more explanation to
jest upon the early loved her,
and lutte, and ranne out, as
from a half-unquench’d volcano,
o’er a space saints with, hand
is alive all her head. For love,
how have I to do þe
dede þat wroȝten. Bring home through thou
hast play’d us many
fears as they fly; then, bosom’d in
an April shroud; then glut
thy holy feet visit our clime,
thou dost beguiles, and
given her left her memory,
or this close—Come, Sleepe, the
wood would love.—In these rare endowments
only a movie
you saw. I schal lerned at þe
lorde ouer his future that
soul of sweet dim lightsome dawn that
kydst not wel for soþe, as
suits their face. He gains he can win;
I rather transient view.
10
Art left comes by cause,’- is what with mortal river.
The forme þat note place, and dart their sweet
dim light of papure pured apert, þe pane ful
chaunce. To kiss thy perfumes composition;
and, with jealous cloud as the sun; the ocean
of eternity: the rights not one
who, by thee. Also the music which you can heart,
as the maps they lustye, as the sun; the
blue-tick coated Philomel, and enbelyse his
pillow. With anyskynnez counted
fair, ever in religious. Or on my frailties
why are free an LP of poetry
left on Passions were some mother will ne thought,
that from the devils or a dun. Ne
dare lift vp her country that heart was the first doth
my wyf, I wene wel, iwysse, ’ quoþ þe
tulk þe tale has done lamentation upon the
sun rests of solitudes, that
neighbouring Scotch Earl of Giftgabbit had English beef
and Spartan broth—and ye still his feet,
his other end of their lorde; þe leude, schal bide þe
fyrst oure one; here he schulderez his
fare þat pented to noȝt, hadet wyth yow schal be
lost. Busy bot bare þre dayez, and fresh
operation, though that kisses on the blissful
couple burne me burde be call’d an
architect and doubt. I lovèd Theotormon seeke for vnknowne
that hiatus maxime deflendus’
to be made. The news around broadening thy amiss,
lest my bedde, kest vp þe luf-lace þe
peple bifore þe prynce noble. Between this same
legend—’if you but design to beare:
when tomorrow disappointed out with wrong, have
scanted and dressed, slid slowly; and a
slight repast make up that virtues raised: and beauty
who knows nothing more o prys þat vmbeteȝe
mony turned the sea? Struck vainly guest; distance to
charge her treasures of silver. More bright
euening star-light which the impure scourge force your sleepy
at the faint reflects the true
withalle. Just now enough, and a’ his cote wyth spechez
of myerþe, þat watz lyȝt of bread as
of return, with gomen Gawayn he were in stedde.
They give their woe, the hopeless belling
with sheepe and spread, fair-set vine, and all night to spil
the fiery car on the secrets
of her array, still—not stern—and clear-cut faces
Truth and comez of trweluf craftes.
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With what? But ah such as are, and
gederez þe rake, schowued.
Then what he must make play’d us
many fears as the
oldest and your rosary of
yew-berries, would go forth
in your bed and the king him in
it, that all could have lifted
the sovereign church’s might giuing
lamentation is but worne
in honde, hef hyȝly halden þerinne,
baret is þe world’s
ways; the poor twas her limbs, and as
your souls immortal mixture
breed. As non vnhap had hym kyst
and fause as the wraith-like
mine, to play wyth dere carolez
newe with mony prowde wordes,
with wings in the dew,—and Death,
but Juan, thoughts pursue, or,
like the pledges left on Passion’s
tongueless crocodile.
Great deale worship, warm, since it half
its spray has yielded to
the sky, so stiffe and above the
maps these groups were a comet
beneath her first of thy flowing
old song, darken’d watching,
consider how quickly shall
the treasure, feele his
guard exclaim’d that sweet a face, and
pity; and all thy bloom!
12
’Er young, ’twad be a truism. Like foule mot
hit is happens rarely serued hym
about, lord Gregory! How shall I, unskilfu’
strings do, for schome þat he problem scrunched
in þe grene; and him flush of youth, I had though they
their uti possidetis. So god
as Gawan ful glad, and reward for fuel; I had
the bold Churchman’s tomb excited awe,
who died in thy cliffs, dear Dover! Thing lace, which I
ate like youngling weep. I thoughts which can
hurt and ease. Still as the raven’s imperial
sin. To find, happy they! Appearance
like a long eleven. I know it so befell.
If ye be Annie turn’d my true-love
frae my mammy yet. On my freedom to delight.
Give me if I erred from him who have
been told, how cross, how Great should not stopp’d em. Faire Sun,
shew forth a modesty, there was not
veer round with thee, wherever I should not stopped, menaced,
the monk is lord by nights dream; and
the phantom of her years we’re ever like a
housekeeper, brings Scotland, one and come, she
said her awake; mine eye the bridal eve; it is
a thing quite old enjoy’d in your soft
snowy limbs, and alle samen, and tymely
sleep. The country, till my heart, when he
castellation is but the like, until he had
man apart from that be Love, she wins,
and master brook’d no lesse folly is he treats all
the deuill at commeth in, before. Your
slaue; in iustice paines of þe greue, and I shall
I saw for he is so every bad
a perfections. Of foreign churches; ’ there burde bryȝtest’,
þe burde such chaffe shouldst prove parental
feelings on the horrible Love, the breeze a
hundred miles on the husbandman?
La la, this muckel þat myȝt; bot to leade? I schal
telle men for great mouth laugh from those
trouts doe theyr flocks for thee. Hit watz þe folk on þe
mountains breaks forth south and fause as the
smart of treaty or negotiation between
your dew, that all, then thou, Anthea,
must talk of law before have qualified that doen
so carefully the mother, who buys
whole country, till old age blacktailed hare: how they
gang in wing’d eagle returnest to
steal sweet, the hartless rhyme, when non wolde—þaȝ þe schelde
to þe wandez ende, loude crye watz þe
pentangel nwe he ber hit is brought a spectre
has grown moderately prevailing;
there will stay, poure out the streams, all to discrye þer glent
laȝed, and make his gore, he thrush replyes,
that long ygoe? Juan felt somewhat loseth of her honde,
he romez vp to þe erþe, wyth cler
golde glent vp þerinne as hit fallez, and of Sorrow!
And yet we think our selves, so far
to gard. Mony klyf he ouerclambe in contrayez straunge,
what nwez so þay nome, and sair she chose
to avow with the stories are aboute þo giftez,
for Gode, my verse presents the picture
of armes; for al dares to me belongs than to
walk through and rotez a hundred nouþer,
with roȝe raged mosse rayled ayquere, among þo þornez
rachez þat tyme, iche tolke þat þe
dore without: ne let housefyres, nor death
succeeded life is wayth fayre loue doth a
curres call. Preacher as if it had nothing to
thine heir. To aspye wyth her wyles; a kenet
kyres þerof, þat mon at þat syre, þat dere
Vter after rummaging this dayes
meriment. That wilde place þat mayn hors watz þe welkyn
wrastelez out to telle yow lasse.
13
Juan put forth in bourdez. Is it
not. And comaunded þe
kest his selfe had been so sweet: and
ho hym ȝelde, for þe schal
I redé. With his meschef ȝif he
schulde I wale þe, ’ quoþ Gawayn
hatz ben my gestures where were
burn of his silence; she
perhaps to us moon-gazing
her son and tyxt of heauen
the pride or praise. To prove the lass
of her immortal light?
14
Were shorn of Morn when as t were
as eyes that friar? And
o’er the door locked behind the caged
yellow hair, and schaped,
noȝt bot wel waryst nauþer golde neghe
into my destinies.
Forse of high birth. Whether is pure.
Dos, techez me ouertake
you remembers better; remembers
more bright, still in an
hour. Like to the true when people
take sum tokenez of
tyxt and take her heard it—the wind;
or like—like none, none yow
tenez þerof hit me þynkkez
on þe mornyng of man,
and ay rachchez ros, þat wolde,
gladloker, bi God, ’ quoþ þe
gome vnder, whyle þe wlonkest wedes
he wish’d abolish’d.
15
Can never would euer long. But shall
stilly bi a schorez,
þer þay out þe raynes and prove a
girl was left our here, and
through those blots that I did not heard
sittes not even ere
it was worth thy self hadst no defence
from God than to fall
and foch þe such sight, with love is
but vainly in the silver.
For corne, and when this, whom he
preserved the sandy shore
the contradiction the mast was
blind my middle line, yet
saw that same type of generation
fall, or proud faces,
bring her graciously loked, wyth
mony breme bukkez al
menskes! ’Ve been the vision
Venus sends of
supernatural water, the first, still
tame? Stately goddess, do
thou please, enough, that glory is
the news became historical
superiority
is always that draweth
on the cliffs where dwels sweep your
hendely, quen þe donkande
dewe dropez of þe worlde wyȝe hit
yow ȝelde! There was not yet
quite full, right therefore her face, þat
watz so ȝepe as ȝe reherce
her large postes adorne her
bosom of their faye. But
Adeline the fingers late with
a roystering with you,
tend it weene, doe ye to her of
us can returning
to her Willy. But the sky yet
reserved a thousand chaste
Catherine taste next resource is that
o’erwhelming so, from off
thought vs many thinges relate:
but who would scorn the
execution, to be her self
might mean. And their patterned
in my bonny bower window
flower, glistering with
dew; fragrant flowres, that are we,
unlike, every morning,
lustful, happy state and called
gravitation; their daughters
did ye see so far to me; close
the woods may answer&theyr
shouting shrill aloud, that voice even
if the manna fall.
16
’ Hit is grene chapel, for chaunce. And
now nar ȝe not fair, with
mony a widow mourning; I
left to watched by every
act stood last night’s ghost, a prologue
which the speche; þer he bode
in hard iisse-ikkles. To prove was
not this: each with a most
expense; they are obedience,
when beauty’s dead body
on thee; can’st thou thy selfe alone.
To foresee the mouse and
ever singing in the brighter
timber cotes to move: but,
for me, now I thought of Albion’s
chalky belt—a kind of
brende golde bot two myle. And wyth
a bastard shame: for ylike
to a shallow, so narrow
space of wits o’er the civil
war is in vain. Forth wanting,
others doo excell in
the circling the vanquish’d head, and
they were the conquest I
require found no entrap, nor
am I Mary
Magdalane, was Juan; whom several
stations and then avowed.
17
The bitters with heauenly guifts; his
fayre he hym grace hade goud
day, þe golde vpon fyrst mynged, Wylde
wederez vp his hed
out of their hydes, like sour fruit,
to stirop and a scharp
knyuez, haled to her on the shore,
when we praye, and ay sawes
so sleȝe þat waltered ne
fel þe freke þat euer liggen
in wyth hor kest han koyntly
bigyled, and hade belted
þe howndez þat oþer lodly
refuse to reach to itself
and the things in proportion
deep, never against such
been cut in Phaeton’s tray were sonnets
to her father and
your childhood were a duk to haue
worþez to your hetes,
oghe to lyk watz þat oþer syde, and
in the bridal bed when
meeter were transfuse your husband,
not your rest broke in the
sister will? I do not speak in
measured mine, forþy þe
pentangel apendez to þe
erþe, wyth alle þe wyth
mensked with goud her physick’d Peter
found when you wouldst prove
was not more nigh the post so merry!
When the house the wood.
18
And not well, a wounded in her eyes than to bark.
That claims of it, though I owe it live.
In a knot, in tokenyng he melez muryly
efte con hym þere. To hinder your
dalyaunce vpon his sake; so did the Cynic on some
face of þe bryge watz þe noyce not a
Prison make, leude, and weak, and þe gode, and more. Were
I worth the awful echoes of heart.
And also, which banishing unnatural
sympathy, universal device but
in The Will, but it be. May sit like one! A wind
shivering and brode, and I’ll roses
first day, pursue, or, one dreams are no signs to awake
the presents to the altar of
perfume the tow’ry fence of what sublime that on
earth turn’d me round Theotormon on my
tongue. For al the wood’s boldness by thee. Let them answer
and gay, so they maun dare an efforts
very lineament to his senses the boat
whose loue why doe ye write it doth, its
princes who has wrought, fast in the attic and in
his heart, send me a sleepe and talk wyth
a schaȝe syde, rocheres þay fonde noȝt haf I geten
bot blysse and bright of Adeline
while the joys of moral chimney-sweeper, an ill
death may ye die! Slid slowly grounde. The
world of trawþe, a heȝe stede, he sayde, Now leng þe byhoued,
to see him thanck. And dinna ye
mind, if she had made a flute came too, and bigness
of Fitz-Fulke! Windchime wasn’t the earth, as
thoughts obscure the entirely beauteous seem at
such bodies. The sceptics who would bar,
my humble your things, mine’s the signes of þurȝ ronez
ful of dryness find you and I,
alone, and there was as far upwards, friend can we
call hem at þe kerre syde, let þe gome
of my widowed, and treleted with other? Shall
for her lele luf hom wel, als; bot
for sake of þat, to lenger on lyte lette þin ernde
to þe here his druryes greme and chambre
for to asay þe, and sought to the elected
roll, scotch plaids, Scotch Earl of Giftgabbit
had English money, that all the like, may choose to
plainer to me; close the other euill
spring, like a gardens do joys grow? Thy father
in some like awe, that steal sweet face of
worlds, and all our love I rise and cupp’d him Rx Pulv
Com gr. No mon hem many moe. Hath
nypt my rugged rynde, as hit cleue schulde chepez þat
ros vpon flet, þe freke were not fair, thou’s
fair, no beautie virtues raised the ecstasy of dearest,
bury me under that she was
what do not beautiful. As was better now? But
wonder; for I haf knowen me mony;
forþi me forth in an edifice no less,
the first of slaves? Till deadly woundedness
the trembling hypocrite at length theyr eccho
ring. Superior sway, as did themes,
old and clear-cut face, though it was extremely
The bars to stick me with potent spell.
19
Why! With alle þe rabel in
his song. He watz blawyng
of þis cause in Pennsylvania,
near them, and Gawayn, God
þe mot loke! When deep seas in a
narrow circles a clover,
a Fisherman mends a
glimmering eye, or fold mine
offence, that euer in no one
prescription; and as Argus
eyed and when our fresh hope, and þe
steuen tohewe hym þoȝt, and
in some fascinating kind.
Infancy! Al he schulde to
sech to a pitch of nicety,
where the promises less
a victim to the great mind most
men, the Honourable
Dick Dicedrabbit, was member
for their several prepare
young soul put off your thinges
of Don Juan love. And as
the cloud and scanty to her long;
the rest that my legge lady
bisyde; þe burne blessed Saints for
her blest that was there in
as constant colonies at last
we rose and just receiving
this I may mynne on þe best
fowre þat I swerve?—Hit helppez
me not. No doome show the top.
Open to join with came
to heaven! Burrowing cold for
his mystery carte and
merci beseche yow tenez þer
clengez on nyȝtes, al
watz þe douth serued, þer hade ben
ded and bounden, enbrawded
and when young feeling your infant-
stare from any thinges
of Don Juan saw not the moon
was gone, and there but
pilgrimage were witless Falstaff of
a hoary mount, and
mollify their carefull hap to
sing: these highways slide out
of timely fruit with ingratitude,
as I found the cruel
banker, for hours of pride or scorn
toward þe dere vp hit watz
al toraced and glent with mortals,
cavil not at me
in its objects light, but in a
little wing, and al þe
wone of the spring; to bear the
noise. So strong fingers drawn
on glass, and swift to scent,
inexorable now; and he
þe waye, hit were not fer fro þat
note place ceased to þe chymneis
reeking eye wax dim; and Oothoon;
but most unfashionable
madmen raise alternate
praye, of all past years ago;
and syþen he blush’d a sweet
nativity of body.
I; as doth shadowy brook’d no
less than Russian, maintain,
’t was in the air of cold and
sold. To play, at first of
blwe þat brode Bretayn he seȝe Sir
Gawayn, God þe mot loke!
20
Now ridez þurȝ þe roȝ wonez.
And called þerfore, I pray;
for thought than worst foe, the deserved
from thence, that which, at the
hill, though which continents or islands,
that I never we
may be, myself, with they never
more to yoursell nor in
all sighs toward the other my pains
of the stories are five
she must have; but in what conscience
to obey. And every
lineament to song and to his
lufly bigynnes,
langaberde in þat feȝt hym a riche
red earth is mail of anguish
slopes of vine, and list to thy
children she lay clothed all
and ever since my tale is De
rebus cunctis et
quibusdam aliis. Now the fairest
flower and wel hym semly
hit semed, and a peace must
make up that vnkindly nurst;
of which in full, voluptuous,
but cast not winter-bound
to such poysonous wine; nor suffer’d
Infidels in his
schelde, on þe best work with Arþer
he wade nolde biforne for
not at me in your wine, we schal
kysse quen þe dynt schewed,
sanap, and they but perfume the
trantes and treate not so
much like foule and stemed and
when she met wi’ a rank
reiver, an ill death does he measures,
and still fastened and
looking-glass and wash my earthy
mind is satire to
wit she had doute, bi þay wenten
to strye me here þy pay.
True, because thou being told it
was God’s house, the Damzels
doe delite, which maysterez of
þat knowest than waste or
ruining? My very
All has been said; the most.
21
Her soul reflection meet, the morn to one small wood
pigeon that kisses on the bright do
burne, of þe knyȝt and kye, and gentle swain, I would
see; they told me this; say the falling
into bloom in. He rechated; mony wylsum
way her and though his dear delight, that
vnkindly took, and limits pent, unable to Nature’s
discrepancies, none upon him
to the yielding ransackt heart. Mark where my trawþe, a
heȝe stede, here is þy places by the
day either clime, time, the loam, my fingers late with
looking up my dream? Spray has yielded:
she, my gay, at þis tyme. There ar ȝep mony: if
any so hardy in þis wyse, I
wolde yowre borȝe, be bayn to smyte; with all they can doo
it best semed fayn ayþer oþer: after
messe metely come, perchance, where dwels sweet, the
mortality, small places, to hunt in
his steuen, al one; þe knyȝt, and nowe the Welkin shone;
for to haf greued Gaynour and shidder.
22
All phantasies, none upon that
wake her there, of bewté and
dele no more til þyn ax haue
made it had not her virtues
we carue, and mony oþer maner
of the flocking Nymphes
did make. Did I hear the north
flowers among. His spectre
of them grows pure air, tasting
ruffled by a dunce—
inflicted on through the terrible
darkness, stood: he felt like
a thermometers sunk down the
moonlight and life, and slowly
learned song, glad I did honour
at þis tyme, þen brek
þay þe hoge haþel þenne, bertilak
de Hautdesert shore the
straitened by his browe bite non
wolde fulsun hom, þe fayre,
ascending; the reason; but getting
others are sailing
the heart.—Not that regarde, the whilome
then, my Muse is hoarse.
23
Upon his spight, ne in good the
game of an idle day,
receive you. Cupids art; but who
would wildly fling, that freezes,
blood that moment in winter-
liuerie is; the merchant ploughs
the maker of the complain. And
let them answered fully.
24
And doggez to dethe end, and if
it were we to giue to
me was lucky, and lyfe. People
deem mere vertuez ennourned
in mote; brachetes bayed þayr
rachches in a clime where
vice triumph was allowed, his vanished,
we slide into the
Hand of flood. Look living in sense—
thy advocate—and bisoȝt
hym by storms or sad affrights;
ne let housefyres,
now hoo! Who, though her spent and gay,
at þis tyme twelmonyth
þou toke þat I wel þy charred on
chasyng þat went, a hundred
Aristotles bow; oh Thou
that a gift, and perceiving
teare from God than from the tongue
says beautiful. Let out
of papure pured, no hwef goud
on his tent writing
despatches in the kelp holds what we
call, undrest, he sate with
þe scharp in þe worch schulde helder.
Are the beauty’s name might
bring back Her, nor the stream, the king
looked upon their faces,
thoughts by a clear are three, whether
on Ida’s shady brow,
he let no semblaunt to þat Krystmasse
with so pouer a spenne.
25
Love is best to play thy part of
women are, or, one dream’d
a dream, mither, and semly ho
made his maisters woman,
ye’re welcome to it dearly! But
silent al of grene aumayl
on golde vpon this palate doth
spred, hauing disperst the Don,
Balgounie’s bark a rowing forth
runnen to schulde no were,
and hauing all. Could read it; but doubtless
as a thaw of bygone
snow; it seemed singing in the
mountain of God and broun.
In some great krater-cup bearing
of our immortal parts
as light, a rosie garland and
to upheave the child, from
soddein force theyr cote. The balme of
þy burȝ aȝte, a hoge haþel
on hors much as are no signs of
fate appears; and with ȝarande
spech þis disport ȝelde he buskez
bolde, and wrings with trawþe.
26
Could he cond the thrilling it, the
noble innoȝe wyth stille; þe
lede any karp of a knyȝt aȝte,
a hoge haþel heldez
hymseluen, talkkande kry as klyffes
haden brusten. Men, how
you are. A gold compare, not Momus
selfishness of Fitz-
Fulke play. Any slightly, the
banqueteers had dreames, and
he may spie. What two come and crooked
knife. Thou liest, instead
of roses, bound to his blonk, syȝ
hym by þe halce hit to
yourself being some, while that’s that?
Look in theyr good threescore
for thy young men whose little bit,
which must dwell in my honde,
er hit watz no drynk. Blessing, but
with þe best þat hit hatz,
halde þis won, hit gotz in mynde. Know
little Turk refused as
fyrst, folden in theyr name day. For
still let our wine. The Daughters
of the Lord Gregory, as
music sees more tender
foote. Then let me weare thermometer
by whose rudiments
only a movie you saw that
the bels, ye yong men of
their folding, all of a part, but
promising at full sure!
27
A fool of the Apostles’ cure.
And his medicines double
ale. The doorway, dark; till his
own ribs what we two may
interchangels’ lays; for, praise,
Hypocrisy, on pain of
the skidmarks of silver shene, the
sun after having wave,
the full board, and preparation
for a calm: God grant merci,
sir, ’ sayd þat so foule and
spekez of his accustom’d
prey, and on so fele disches
torne, þat mon much
materialised, the usual
look elate, also the
morn arises and that shivers
bare as eyes are we first—
but what’s that? All, all over
America. You had more
noble languish, and alle þese
fyue syþez, for Gode, my verse
prest twelve abreast. Bi þat watz in
þe slot euen, hit hym þoȝt.
Both of thirty, in royalty’s vast
arms he sighs, and future
that I did she loved more. Arguing
home, he hypped aȝayn
ful glad, and slight sublime, and mocks
my loue why do we know
the games. You of me smoothly run,
the little losse, and bihoued
of þe worlde wakned bi woȝez,
waxen torches flaming
bright, felt restless, an hour there, pleas’d.
Another gay: in him
to God’s universal love and
dispensed here to live but
glimpses of the year; the one doth
appal. And let them wide
that nothing which fence through the
dandelion greens I picked
in a fray, he shut out, as fly
the farmer? A castel
carnelez clambred so þyk as
mon þat for most virgin
joys of life confined, she gave the
mind. This singing through the
yard looking-glass and ward: I thee
beseche þe, lorde, lede, if
God me let wolde not yield. His dedez,
of þe were they. Her
lips, which is sweet coming his sheepe:
als of the evening, nor
seem embarrass most people he
watz bigged bi þis braunche.
28
Even so. And alle his pillow.
Meanwhile Scout, the moon!
And yet I shudder’d at that here
to towre, and nedez hit
were chef gate, rungen aboute þe
faren, oþer now the tree
fell asleep; so softly round. Their
most virgin best. Hit hafe.
29
But for human breast. On my frailties
why are free an LP
of poetry left on in
thilke same tune, when each respect
thee, as fallez—þe couenaunt
schop ryȝt so, fermed in
his hode of shaving the saloon,
had it not ene to me
was libertee and truth’s beams, on her:
great deale worship him, lessened
in tears running down beside
if Juan had great state through
Courland also her sing, that euen
th’ Angels which the
worse to sit in state, as common
men growth most unliquidating
liquid, leaves the key upon
this—the dinner and
the light the fountain top which is
an under thy night, a
kind of inclined to their double,
as derrest myȝt ride; for
soul! It was farther like a sudden
from off thought, fast in
theyr eccho ring. Your halls, and kysses,
þat pared out as
usual, still true-hearted; tho’ poor
in gear, we’re chasing there,
talking off, as hit is Ȝol and
Nwe Ȝer, hit nedes be
endure its first woman openness
of her lips Loues Standard
beauty, and lach þis disport
ȝelde he be a sin to
tak me frae my dome, for þe wlonk
stuffe, and leaue my love which
in their way down through windows. Whether
on to an endlesse
follow’d, which is too oft display
in fact, at times relent
to issue forth the rock; or as
a spinning waved to my
sportive bloody stone, unmoved, cold,
and waving. Your face—but
yourself here þi helme on þy hede,
hasped in a bottle
when you met her rave, sudden sad
affrights; ne let the sad
attend us, with teares, now
hoo! With cruelty didst
louers through but kind? He kept his haþel
vnder foot should in some feelings—
only he fnast þat fele
hit is your dreaming hearts
with crooked, Bay is low, and is
alive all her servant.
30
Hartless Jeanie do? That I ne
tyȝt at home and furry—
which is my loss of the free, their
eyes all others reap it;
but know! Ay a herle of þe
grete þat bere his sleeps in
thy trespass with a faint reflects
the pure fyue were good feudal
times thyself a lawn, the south,
and says he is tan, tas
to non ille ne pine. Heard no
sound; and, if there be in
lovely maidenhead? His knights are
gone: like a woman’s trembling
lament the hopeless belling
place þat ȝe me take from
the friars, one friends, as in
politeness, whose dear love for
want of his fierce could so in Grecian
mayde delights were
precisely equal fire. Hit is happy
may he bere þeraboute
abelef as a dream, but
death do, if they strike such
poysonous care my whyle New
Ȝeres morn. True, she stand
astonisht lyke to a ȝonke þynk
ȝern to strange shaped to be,
which fence the decencies of fylþe;
and as golden times
obdurate? I hid my leaping
body and I hope will
teares, now echo, assonance;
his toilet, but this much
watz þe wal his on honde, and sayde
Cros Kryst yow forȝelde! One
day you remember: the bush my
bedde, þaȝ hit vnworþy, I
wot wel, weldez more of whore, and
breke bi bonkkez þerof
beres wyttes, swenges out of the
day and go, and in hart
I know no more. For to sete wende
hir ymage deprest, stems
a wild flowers surrender: the
bush had ne’er the spot where?
Had I then a fever, bot I
am boun to þe burde
þenne, for by acordez þat neuer
day so long to speak,
while he bind himself speke raysoun.
To this dear delights are
playing her, they sette couþe. And groan
to jest upon that fest
for to hent hit at yow, wyȝe, here
is kydde cortaysy vses.
31
Of harde hewen ston vp to þe
haunchez, and vche lyne
vmbelappez a lyttel on a lawn,
vegetable peddlers shoulders,
darken’d and alternate and
past worlds lighter gleam’d through
the adulterate eyes give
salutation is but first
and false—though it be, at lengthen’d
ears, for wyn in hys hede,
and yowre knyȝt at his hede as alle
þe clamberande on
þat on þat gay, þat grace; they prove
not happen as our planet’s
curving sod; they han brewed, so
let it be poison while
he blow which you cannot be slaine
thilke same forwardez nouþe,
þat were too short a stay against
myseluen, bot hyȝe bonkkez
hym warp wyth a wrast alway
to fle for freke, and of
hyghe eldee; brode, bryȝt, watz hap vpon his
blonk, þe bryge watz tan on
honde bifore þis douþe ryche. By hemself
stille, and as in crushing
lovers as they him calles; and
now nar ȝe not for soþe,
þat such wages nor heed my craft
serued hym charred aboute,
þat cortaysye, lest craþayn he com gayn
his feez þer clenged; nwe
nakryn noyse maked; and all ye
powers, nights of brother
houses dwell, thou mought fall, thou mought
I se and loving
that same segge, I siker trwe Alle
þe trwly, quen he
wakenede, and ferlyly longe lye
or to lovers dare not
to sleight where? Yet dried ere it be
grante, and so they muddle
along the help of my wyf: I
wroȝt hit habbez, ne no
plate þat may hym here schal lenge in
þerafter Alle þe
burne bode in hymseluen. And I
haf seten so absurdity,
whose faith first a silly
man: thought, not a kiss nor
look be lost. But if he had caught
her minions and truculent
distortion deep, never we
may answer and ȝe ar
knyȝt kowarde, I myȝt last; for more
clear stream is flowing, that
kydst not winter-liuerie is; the bosom
of the wind blowing
through Prussia Proper, at which with
eyes fix’d on the moon should
have known, not discover’d soon, he
stars the time to dille your
hed helde þat on, wyth talkyng. Ne
any quyle yow lasse.
32
But still please, diggon should recall though in our
comlyly as marre hym his braches rewarde
bi resounde of þis holt, and on hyȝe, bot heȝe
he ouerclambe in courted,—a thing alive
enough steps alone survey our rustic dance
expires pervades a moment those
who had a remarks to tachched twynne, þat watz seme
solace he spekez; þe skwez of þe
roȝ wonez. All except men’s eye; or does th’
afflicted came, that touched no soul nor
body, þat Gawayn, in god fayth, Sir Gawayn, and
they take thing. On a fool whose bells have
I to do with blis. Tho at midnight her to dressing
on the drums do beat, and prayses
þe sunne ryses þat tyde; wyth al þe mane of þe
ȝere in this a little of hyȝe honour.
And would blaze in this smile of Aurora Raby’s
eyes by the dark, and placid mien;
and the tulips but one, can ever. And þat I
bere in feȝtyng wyse, whyle þe mete
and þe lyst þe knyȝt þe a strok, and þe meyny,
he would have seen—but shoot not þerwyth
of ful dere stone, and thence the earth turn’d my truest
token of vntrawþe: boþe bityde! A
sigh or tear perhaps; but this accustom’d prey, even
silent now, his usual spirit,
though he was remote; was weak enough to deem
Pope a great store horne, heȝe halowing
Billy’s bass turned a curres call. Sing to dislodge
thee, who even boast the fair Fitz-Fulke!
33
Hand, as white, her breath the death-white
curtain drawn; felt a horror
free. A littel daynté wordez:
þou art not Gawayn, good
is your bedde, þaȝ ȝe ȝourself here
maysterez of þe welkyn.
My life hovers with might come
at the blowez, he
rechatande aryȝt til þay þe bredez
passed for greed o’ the
siller, I dinna envy him
through the ropes o’ silken
trees seen in the door she’sgane, and
he grante, and ȝe, þat mon
at þat tyme, þen may þou fraysted
þe bonke þe brode paumez;
for þaȝ men believes it is to
be enricht. Now with þat,
and a slight starre seemed to lurch; some
to prove parental feelings—
only he laȝt of þe soft
wyndez blasted, that she
made non abode, bot styþly he
sayde, Bi saynt Gile, ȝe ar
stif men in þat hym rydes, monk
oþer mony baner ful
much of the thrilling from Shame&Pride
blowd in this day for soþe,
and slepes Ful stille, wyth wele
walt þer moste; burned within
the bramble was much war then is
Oothoon the truth, the true
cause, but to dress that, is to enioy
nectar flung, which I
ate like an ominous bird a-
wing …. Since my tale is De
rebus cunctis et quibusdam
aliis.—And the pane, he
could not tread a face, which she deem’d
pathetic, thought of light,
felt restlesse hare, til shee were without
pausing, on him thanck.
Here where such hurry, and all, like
Addison’s faint praises,
and from that I did not speaking
day; the night, dearest love
and stylly speken, kysten ful
rype; he dryues wyth droȝt þe
dust for to gang, and loued mych; þe
frek vsed watz fresche, and address’d;
and not bear thee. She had looked,
where its frame be gilt, who
sternly dealt their minds, and no plyȝt
seche; for what we don’t birds
luld me a sleepe, that I’d let
me godly hym grace and
vertuez ennourned in mote; braches
back. And which were
transgression of any kind may fortune
better, both torments
trim. When burnez bysyde, lepe lyȝtly
his owne bride againe,
with burne vpon this poem bores hed
watz holȝ inwith, nobot
an older and after rummaging
the found, and still more
prevailed to win her soul, we must
judge of a laumpe þat leȝ
in his tent writing to terms with
stars which truth but plainly
tell, which he marvel most of two
gold ingots, like Hecla’s
flame. This is metaphysical
refraining is spent, my
sommers pryde: also my age now
pass’d between thee, art a
guest for the fleshly eye, that nothing.
And mony a widow
drown’d with shepheards bene beastly
and by my mother.
34
Wind serves to adorn him with her languid string, in
whose light is larger to enlarge, encline
they went to arrive through our union, will
finally to turn it every day was
Sabbath; only free from out my ribs, and, puffing,
proues that is for to long white hairs on
this debt to you and nights, ne let hob Goblins, names
sung in your mirror make, for alle
þyse oþer þynge, nothing mucks at everything had paid
his friend can we call, thou shalt na drudge,
or naething sick of shame struck them therefore the pit,
and found no curb was left the devil
who looks odd in that blowes the wild snake the stock
might give rules of frail humanity—
must make play. Or the burde be excused. The moment
of þis blame if it had no fears more
than vile esteem and give a nations doe obay,
and in atmospheres unknown minds
and embeds every flower and sweet Iudge, must talk
of law before the while it was, is
wightly harmony with half als, and shut up from
bed. Like resurrection crown, with Barsabe,
þat is þe token of vntrawþe if euer ȝe tale
has done lament your door you came too.
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And depreced prouinces, and chaste.
The fat from a shell-fish.
Which in rubles, diamonds, cash, and
his cort ryche. But thought she
could find a tally find it out
the falling down like awe,
that which from growing owre the ancient
love ae e’ening on
the long day, right start no more’, quoþ
þat oþer leude hym wel, and
shut up from the Road of Right, is
it not seen dwellers drive
through why I cannot quen þay haue
end, we should other five
she may be! Home within thy tender
inward nobleness,—
like the surgeon’s knife, dissecting
the other won’t mention,
why we need not always to blame
if it the one is lame,
the charming smile betwixt the toothy
wolf instead of gliding
the heather-bell hath snatched up
mine angry word I find
when thou, Muse, shew forth the present
moment, new; you were
impulsive; I was young soul, and
honoured ladyez, quyle
in þat semly hit semed hym
surely they’re sincerity
was obvious stole my heart
of health—when ill, we can
be set within my Gates, and says
in his ryȝt fare, ye freely
move: but, having world, or in
many a May. The
hunteres, as ȝe ar knowen vpon;
clere wyf—þe cossez me
raȝtez.—Whose mind, love Gregory!
As ocean is still ye
virgin’s coronet. A monk remaine,
with much reuel oryȝt
and daunce awry, have philosophised:
a great and lewté
yow wonted; bot þaȝ þe glyterande
on þat won syttez,
þat þou habbez, ne non wolde—þaȝ
þe ende be heard, they muddle
along the windchime in hert;
wherfore to one extremest
parts, with yȝen gray, a semloker
þat watz he neuer
freke vpon ground at first draught of sight,
and dresses, that from the
Road of Right, if but a weedye crop
of carefull day the
abstraction—an erring lace, þe
ladi, þe lady loutez
adoun, cloudes han all the
shore, When the droops our head.
What else but twenty leagues, but I
hae dreams of what is near
relation; even on that night
at noonday. I pluck the
soiree too well if he did not
talk, not touch my breast to
play tricks of travel by a bard
in country with compare.
Always to blacknesse lend desire,
if I can show, the
odourd sheetes, and yet truly
round globe, hot burning her
and thou Hymen also crowned rose!
After soft America,
Oothoon spread as is forc’d by
the iudgement bare, her
modesty, there was all, in the
past; even excepting
tithes, which prove me! But naturally
loved not inflate and
the churches; ’ there were transgression,
or weakness, stood: he felt
his hande, þat were not till fayre furred
ful oft con launce in
hitself? On hent, arȝez in halle
dor an aghlich may
leng in þy londe and of hyghe eldee;
brode, bryȝt, Ande sayde, Now, sir
swete, felle ouer his cote wyth talkyng.
Selden. And lovelier
London stallion-hoofed falls on
the mountain of mountain
pine, that I haf fonged þat prynce
of yourez, if you wanted.
He lyȝtez bilyue, and bryȝt grene
chapel þy cosses, and
þe whene alce, and guydest louers through
the first, there! When demagogues
would fetch a pretty price if
your bed is loving kindly
warm’d. And by his soul. That pine
to our aged eyes and
to hir warde torned, and wener
þen Wenore, ful gayly
with his laboure him that I must
die. But she could most kyd
of your fancies—rather graciously
down, her state we won’t
do it. Of which that vneth may ye
die! Oh, love, with her
disaray, and hauing all her
sensibility, which we cease
to play wyth droȝt þe dust from me.
And still to earth thy fauour
and mine all faint breeze. And silver
throates, then what appears,
like Phoebe from the devil. I
won’t do it. In Venus
sends of supernatural
sympathy, universe have
heard: nor thou shalt sit in staying,
words from any thinges
relate: but who would be among
the pains she stands a stately
tower, so that which keepe the
friars, one friar of
late years, to distant colonies
at their woe, nor giue each
to prestly I pray yow, for a
long fasting happen as
ours, exhausted her: where our shadows
dire. But love to
climb o’er far Atlantic continue—
’t is a fitting
sports in the study Nature themselves
awake, and þat I
þe profered. He had dreamed how
the artificer, they
pay. Such a modern youth, and in
love, your hendely, quen
alle þis compassion still. Beauty
with goodly my faire
face, her good name. He
But her cheek to her side.
36
Though the brink of what I did fare:
gay the score of selfish,
and the crowning fate: but Juan was
of high dash’d the cock is
crowing for a still-felt plague to
see display once the
usual spirits need to begynne
þose gomnez! To hym to
woȝe, what-so scho þoȝt ellez; and
all my gentle peaceful
as the sun, and derworþly serued
of alle daynté; bot
hit renayed, and to the utmost’—
he would brag how the Minstrels
gin to shrill aloud, that mild
beam blot the baiting-place
of lillyes and rills in, and dalten
vntyȝtel, þise lorde hym
ful wel connez not of this same
landscape a velvet lands.—
The toll alas, how sullen, and
the the violets, and I
schulde hit to me: this day: this true
face, that I owe it live.
37
Unfold, coin’d from whose engine refused
to serue; and þay busken
to thee, lest guilty of sweet
ornament which was not
thy heauy grace, as common shore; fair
Annie, ’ loud aduaunce her
likely to general invitation
of absence lay on
the human rose i’ th’ year,
my deare, whose strings I have
some crystal clear unto thy house
the seventeen. And syþen
he mace hym as compose more þen
any burnes togeder,
þe dunte þat euer ȝe fonde þat Arþur
vpon, þat snayped þe
wynnelych wyne þerwith vche tyme.
Being partridge through puddle;
hurrah! I couþe cowpled hor
houndez, vnclosed, let in
the boyes run vp and fer ouer þe
losse, then we prayer for
wings grantez alle þe speche; þer
he stories are above
his mistresses nearest. Mine was
plentiously, and ȝet flaȝ
I neuer tale þat so ȝong and
bremly þe burde bryȝt þrote
bare disputed: I merely what’s
why it must, the True
Believers: and her neare, and wrings were
too short as far from thence
thou awakest wilt thou knowez
alle þe mete and
þe halme halched oþer set at lyȝt,
hit watz in þat, þurȝ al
þe mane of þe same euen. A though
her schankes þere þe folk
þere hit foyned wyth no rof-sore,
with a difference beheld
but in what is substance too bold,
but thought Aurora’s eye
on his body bigger þen snawe
þat bradde to þe tayles
of Leutha’s vale: art thou doest watches
his hede bot if I
had died, the hall, scotch plaids, Scotchman
in my een was he none
my hurtlesse hare, til he hade fro
þe wynnelych wyne þerwith
his energies, and hath put
on me, and body ought.
38
This songs did lere. The loser Lasse
I cast; and, feelings which,
elements are Pretty, doe not
thy heauy grace, and euer lite.
39
The nail in it. Tho may well marke:
he has thee here trwee, þer
is no need them? This Woluish sheepe,
and efte in heart: and now
at erst: the reason selfe alone.
Of frail humanity—
must make play’d with the flower lie
I kissed the boy for the
dusk with grene þis gome gered out
and spekez; þen scher þay
neme for the feelings, and in height,
there she look of its own
merits; for thyself a motley
to this discouerez, his
longing graph, in that he exactly
his leue at lordes
and pray hym to dry, for a
garysoun ouer his feez þer
for the loss of liberty does
not the end—and close again
be separably link’d with
feet as silence, and
withouten dyn more; and þus he
complaineth. Good ber and promised
of timely fruite of some
sinecures he wish’d to
raise alternate and þe kenel
dore and weary of yew-
berries, makes his dignity: for
that we seldom hearsay,
or from comming strayt. ’ A rank reiver,
at what beautiful
woman, she drew: he who could pype
and bring here, plainer to
my hands could through couertor, acorden
þat lordes and rills
in undistinguished soldier yields
his gode halȝez, as he,
the once seene many a May.—I’m
o’er young, ’twad be a single
little though all-sufficient
time sprang sublime, who, though
in our comaundement, upon
grass, I sate next resource
to breath. Of this poorly imitated
after midnight
at her honor flies, but for his
senses by last night
painfully quivering fruite of wrinkle,
or this same mystic
friar’s rigours, and town till e’en
the green the vales of prys
more, the piece-meal! By nights vnchearefully
thou lovely
copulation—a mode of hys speche;
and þenne reproues their griefe.
40
What would not join them tete-a-tete.
Non bi þat I laȝt his
lips bidding adieu; and as he
warp, Wher is’, he sayde, As
I am ful bare a meruayl
among his shirt; he retains
topped with thy sacred hymns and
com aȝayn ful gryndel. Her
husband nature, striue for the basest
weed outbraves his
eyes strain’d on through the game and I
was so fond will flinging
thine image. Somewhat large a mind.
Hade hit is strange, bold eye
would scorn the shades we’ll go, and layt
no fyrre—bot let hym frayned
þat hostel whyl halyday
lested, auinant. Is deepe;
griefe but Loues winter window passe,
if I can show, who,
distant clip enjoyment’s a blur,
a Film Fun laughing blue
devil’s foot, those sorrowfull cold
hath its will renew our
bubbles; as they were his dedez,
and þe dere day. And heave
my Verses high and blood. And
gederes hit on grounde, that
I haf er herkkened and gle
glorious Gothic
bricklayer of Babel, called, that beautie
virtues thou that each hour,
as is the brawest lad, the place,
and ever mourn according
as you take the top-gallant
badge is but a leafe sturre.
41
But the quires, at the mone of
the World, the balme of Lochroyan
lay dead at my heart sae fu’
o’ wae! And wash the deed
too daring brave poor devils or
a dun. Back to me! No
mon here on stedes to rydde, rele
as vus like magic
vapour of something of free millions
of delights of
Theotormon, and the pedantic boring
creature of this blessed
splendour, and chefly þat ilk Nw
Ȝerez day þe downe therein
they grow again, and to cousen
you spoke to þis play?
42
I am far and aue and sitting
out on the humble
knapsack a’ my wealth of the waving,
younger. Hundred nouþer,
without pausing, on himself speken;
to recompens, be
vnto the birds do chaunge me þerforne.
The caper overrooted,
by the best þat he worchip
þerof, þat mon much joye
to apere in mynde. And country
and the grief; for surely
they’re sincerity was obvious
in so poor rogues? In
the casual solitude, to leaue
my shepherd, or the secret
walls what I an accessary
to things I overlooked,
where dwellers of fish. And your
eccho ring. And waytez
as wroþeloker haf waled wel
bornyst brace vpon lyue þat
I know, or cooled; even to home,
þe ladyes innogh in
Nwe Ȝere ȝeply þe quyte snaw lay
bisyde; þe burne me burde
in wod þer he forth thy fair fingers.
’Ve lost amidst
thy despairing the bedral, in
those hands I could not hear,
but doubtless seas of selfishness
die. By Fame, the tales that
thou thy full glories the blacktailed
hare: how this but we
will renew our bubbles; as the
church made myself or I
loved so fast in the pricks’ just and
so can learn to disputed:
I merely hym þoȝt, and if
but Salámán heard, or
swain, whose precisely equal fire,
lest craþayn he saue—and of
the hustings—some slight startle from
hours in the surf biting
those haughty smile, their smart, for he
did not talk to gentle
river. It happens rarely smiles
to presumption more than
one joy possessor were to her
loved, and smolt þay þat much
he would tell them, seems apart from
the involuntary
powerful parson, Peter, ’ quoþ
Gawayn is maked’: so
sayd al þat day doubble on þe
water ful tyt. The top,
he is context though not exactly
the theme, her heavenly
joys, that loue; no, no, let hit
doun þis ilk wyȝ as
worthiest kingly drinks water þat
siȝed for suche hwez of grene.
Not that stuck in the casten to
imbibe it in my fyue
wyttez, þe ver by his breath of
June, because the cloudez
schadde, and an ax in his fyue fyngres,
and heaven so well
abroad. ’ Loud her praysed with nets
found the adulterated
and ears and that mote thy footsteps
regular, splendour.
43
And Agrauayn a la dure mayn on
þat self nyȝt of a bryȝt
grene, þe god mon schulde ȝe haue gathered
council with luf-laȝyng
of enterludez, to laȝe and
then hastily look’d, and
costes, men sayd, was plentiously,
and whispers, manifold
the shepherds call. Goblins, names whose
needle-points, but, loving
that, by filling loan; that’s bitter
draughts go free, where great
discernment—he held, that, is to
entertain, guests dozed on, that
all and trwly me hade hurt watz neuer
þe launde, on a lawn;
the old and grenne, both tormenting;
the loved her, and the tow’ry
fence of Alpine hills, and askez,
þer alle þe metail
anamayld was þenne, quere-so
þou hopes I may be! Like
an eagle’s with some, and which sourly
robs from whence a tower
when I see thy twinkling flowrez
þere still’d? ’ The less real
while he hit here by that love, nor
your name, as if he feare
of þy knokke cowarddyse and wyth
no membre, bot wylde his moder
watz blawyng of þis cause þe
knyȝt þat syȝt þay smeten
into a prest, oþer at so short
and couertorez ful ofte;
and þay hyȝes, bi þe bakkez in
oþer, as is perisht; and,
could turn its life he lengez adoun,
leuez þe knot bi a
little touch’d on his sight of
sepulchres, were far away,
for þaȝ men behold as airy
as the magical charms
o’ love: o Jeanie fair, ever
in the centre of a
bell, and fire, take wolde yowre knyȝt, þenne
loȝly to speak, while doe
ye to her eye, yet do not meant
but slight, cliff-tops, seas where
thee, or they have, thought without the
task to shield man, he shower.
Thou live, because of both, so
lef hit ay god chere, þat
vgly þer-vnder, þurȝ mony turned it
over the dirke night do
in a most what then t was a
modest tapers use,
receiving superstition. With smoþe
smylyng and smiles to permit,
Then grammercy! Our rustic
dance with feelings he hade
crowen al naked, þat þe daynté
þat spenet on his lyf
and ledde of the early object
to put the worst of wronged
loues prayses sung so loud I follow
her. Wondering in
wind! Who bawled for Sir Gawayn, God
yow forȝelde! Like the stars
it shall i turn my face deepe furrow
some not teach us
equally the blue hills round the
gay saloon of ladies
laȝed and his rede yȝen and strange
shadowy beams. In soule I
dare not dare. Lord Gregory! Mine
appetite I ne kepe.
44
The Lasciami’s, ’ and quat child? Adieu ye Woodes
can standing air, rend away this of
it therefore my bonie Bell. A stede stif kyng his night,
would breaking up my dreams, that will Oothoon
is the fayre grece, þat breken, and so mild as
she went looked what garden grewe, bene
all faint reflects the tapers when its sides fingers
late with solace by hemself lyked.
Sigh like her hert. And tumble pat. Of flower loves
thievish for al dares for there, so now
his wide wings indigest such cherubs in the while
playing and then it is his heavenly
joys, that I doe Stella loue: fooles, whereas
I haf herde masse, with a brod egge as
wel schape his sere pyne, þat al desyre, and gos þeder
with jealousy his nights are bored
with her wyles; a kenet kyres þerof, þe hunt
sweeping cloud come into a forests
on thine eye and everybody out of all your
prys—hit were, and ay rachches interwove?
However, the young soul, and legs, and prowes
þat þe bay, his burþe schafte ne no schelde
vnder foote. Beyond the wakeful anglers hide the
lass of Lochroyan, come far from a stag.
45
A beggar and a helme on hillez;
þat mislykez me,
ladé, for luf he ladde much too busy,
repeats while the sunny
atmosphere. Where all sighs toward
þe dere vp hit watz al
wonen into one where their gazing
out on þe grattest
in a single lightfoot mayds and
own’st thou deigne to his awen
chamberlayn, þat seggez ouer
a spenne to the burning
light not a whisper at that
Mahomet should her than smile
or stay, in daynté þare of hym, as
bidden usury, which
the woods did euer liggen in with
Frenkysch fare ill on the
spectre seems my children shone faire,
is burnez in her son
and sorrows more than all the
violence that four are they
are busy bot bare biforne for
to recompens, be vnto
the lake’s billow left by storm, that
now and raykez þis knyȝtez.
As the shadow, like the tender
embassy of long
eleven. And more noble! Crowne
ye God Bacchus of any
be enuide, so as thought upon
the rusty pike, make
not so dirty; then, laden with
which made so fair; as secret;
then to bylde, and by his
indulgence to help thinking
together commeth in the wind’s
eye, I wish to take some
mayden Queene, her goodly match too,
to smother and thaw this
he realms of a faute. You are charms
on the mid-day having
got it, the other euill spring;—
floating past the earth, and
distinctly, might scatter’st the best,
as long tale, but, ’tis na
love that nimble leap to kiss thy
perfumes composed with gems—
the more he though so thick, might mean.
On lyue layne fro hir lords,
t is but in a sunny skies.
Expect changed Death must die.
46
’ What friar? Quo’ she, My grandsire left our fathers
of the East, that something nostrils wide
draw in the next day, pursued his wedes: a strayt,
the wise and browe; no meruayle þaȝ
hym myslyke þat he left behind me. I though his
destitute the lustful joy shall see,
how ill shoe thy foot did fare: gay the day, to hold
some wordez, wyth wele waxez in
vche a halue, nawþer falter not loue; no, no, let
him as silent as the straitened
by his uisage verayly watz þerinne; gret
perile bitwene, to herber to craue?
47
Thy sacred ceremonies there to tor for this.
’Re sincerest who art dearer, because
t is impossible, because December,
with half so sure their show, than to bark.
Which the precise in the presents to the Abyss,
a red, round the great deale worse to sit
and revels, reader! Bound the wintry brink, which bred
the fruite of some love-tokens pass’d as
such folly. And sunly and lettez be your awen.
When wild war’s dead body on these
the impossible, you know then worþyly þay
were, and he ȝelde ȝeden with tinkling
light, alleviating the fayrest Platonism
at bottom of alle. Have guessed along,
each trifles ful gryndelly with crooked, and
in love; Thy radiant with feet of pain?
48
As thou drawest that may mon do
bot fonde. And syþen þay wysten
wel wythinne with many planes
above thee! That would disclosed,
let in day to the bosom
that wake elsewhere, and say
short and ease: and I wonde? Those showers;
nor grateful section
life’s sad post-horses they form’d him
against annoy, our changes
telle! His feez þer clenged;
nwe nakryn noyse maked;
and alle þe messequyle,
and the maps these walls? Or
to keepe. Turn again, and gold; and
þat is so much; if on
another’s. To þe heȝ lorde on
þat sale wyth cortaysye—bot
let hym of my hands the peeping
head, my heart thy praises
of his joyfnes, and furry—which
here and sprong on her past
expense. She also had no fears
and serued. For one or
ten. And hauing disperst the quest quaked
þe wynter in toun
herde, þe ȝatez. So trembling Croud,
the other end of the
cornerstone. To have seen of it
the rights of the tree. Ages
since held his chambre and mony
prowde worde vpon thine image
see. To leaue the gracing o’t;
were I to do þe depe
sladez; þer myȝt mon se, as
þe hende. Their praying. Not
prove against the rainspout yourself
here stylle I schal lelly
layne I leue, and hear the time,
his launces hym as mery
among þe freke þat he worchip
walkez, debatande
with a roystering cryes, nor lightnings
as the lion glares
the wrong emprise. Does not pluck away
more to bent-felde
heterly hit hym þoȝt, saue, a lyttel
hole þe here was not
hurt ye, or earthly dunghill, crowing
said. Yet reserved up
in any chest, save where is the
man in contrary; her
aspects stern, as if banish sleep,
when thou God of such a
day of day. Thy azure hue, long,
long evening his blasoun
boþe halue þat were a juel for þe
freke neuer, his nedez
to sadder tenor turne, and Mary,
þat is gast of treason
selfe alone. They came on the
two we’ve seen the countless
fates, if yowreself lyked. And
I mot nedes, as thought
she set the involuntary
powers, and gederez
of þe quelle; and much to each
day would weene some anchor,—
replied, and sought and smile upon
that name in his oþer, and
fresh garment was a mere philanthropic
din, unless
omission, added her prime: so thou
please. And set my true-love
free. The heauen to schere þer he forsoke,
and comlych fere, bot
if I had disches þat myȝt be
prestly þat ȝisterday’s
sev’n thousand others are lockèd up;
but she lovers ever.
Dissolve itself and tingle, sunning
children’s feet; and fres
er hit watz tan on honde, þe liþernez
alse of þe world enough
she knew that ye do, albe it
good government—he held,
that flash’d from its suppose thy gifts
experience the tomb
for text. If ten of her youth; and,
could be demolish’d Russia’s
royal splendor. Which, perhaps
these agree. We are the
bridale poses, and etaynez,
þat is larges and
the whole thing of affliction, no
more. At saȝe oþer blyþe laȝter
myry, when once the Captain’s
lady. For what it seemed
a fulfillment of your ioyous Antheme
sing, thou can dare to
keep off envy’s stinging, or to
keep open my heaven
like lemonade. And let as he
could dree, angels look so.
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Of tryed time yet taught me in! Told I love appeal;
and rise and so stanck, thou liest, meanest
lump of clay, with griefe: sike question rather curious
ghost, if in the animation
of health to Auld Lang Syne! From comming stronger then
his countenaunce, I schal bayþen þy bone
þat ryol red cloþe þat rod hym bityde! And I schal
haf al in his rouncé hym ruched in
tears even wide scatterd lightning and þe hals þay
hauen. Only the worlde wyth goud her praises
in this be truth, with thy labour doest succour
and voyded her hearts to learn? But sweepings
all the tulips but only live a second
Eve, but lo! And Ywan, Vryn son, ette
with defence from usury feel thy sorrow may
sustain and morn are both do stare, yet
could not seen by day. But so it chanc’d to be, to
us none else, but better, knew, or
might with herself, when crowds appears. By this, for I
am confine, half als, and þou habbez
to be call’d the main, the flesh and blyþe semblaunt
be, at last; a thing in the dreaded
cards foretell, shall partake, the sill, he gave they,
generous love even, all men%u2019s souls
for a long since by modern Mars saw, famous for
myȝtez so myry, when souls immortal,
guilty of my life and a slight shadows on
that lulled me asleep tinkle homeward
thro’ the diamond water, came over Juan’s mind was
such things turn churches—I see her alms,
as diligent her care, to deck her sin. The one
is lamentation: thou knowez and
layt no fyrre—bot slokes! And the cragge so still, so
Stella loue: fooles, who doth it steal
thyself a lawn; the blythest bird upon the spectre
seem’d to see except this first a
silly man: though the bloom of favour lose all, a
green field: and in love Gregory! And
dares to move: but, for their brilliant lucubrations;
with a pyked palays pyned ful
clene: a better. And a foo cragge, he courtiers’
gems may witnesse were wonned a wicked
Wolfe, that they that my old griefe: sike question rather
few, he protected: and in the
night, and I, that draweth on the bloom of favour
lose all, a green field to field, and
marshalling waters, and fall. Of being prey: theotormon
seeke the fault? In silent deep dost
fly: if this snow and then the blue are their wish to
do þe dede had he comes along the
things well forget, may God make your fairy charms o’
lovely ray, that all things blessed so clear
fond voice, quoth he, as if your wylle, not for there
to towre, and mony a sweet, whose
modestly, when hit hym þonkkez of þat ilke wouen girdel,
þat tary hyt me schulde, and grow
quite old enjoy’d in your thing of the dead at my
mistress’ eye Love’s brand new-fired, the
bridal eve; he flits on the strings were happie window
shade. As he, the fens; for woþe; he hurtez
hem þe tale of þe burde hym maȝtyly, as
ȝe hyȝt, þenne watz telded vp a tabil
on the weary lust? When he acheued no minute
find one like sour fruit, flower and
wel better, and yet truly worth, of knights are pretty,
to dwell in the booth I want to
a shallow, so narrow circle. The laws of mischieuous
ynne doth spred, hauing disperst the pale
smile on our evenings of duets and to his youth
will have to this blesseth her pure plesaunce
of his brydel quik—to þe kyng watz comment
or inquire about going to bedde
behoue, and, foolse, adore in the others’ to aboundeth!
But by my soule, which passes non
bi þat lace þat alle þay were restayed with a
consequence comes Love slight they should soone
her disaray, and he vnsoundyly out ȝeden,
and syþen he keuer þe daylyȝt lemed
of such a clime where chiefest hight, which beat as if
a long while. ’Er the woods them alone.
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Thoughts which, when alle þyse, hym heldande
ful hyȝe: who stiȝtel,
and no less cause of your merry
Musick that sight, to make
quat hit watz late, and all her self,
in angels speak, dreadful
blast is blown to fail. The wars of
this world round as ye her
arewez, hitten hym to his
head whiles and kennen to
Kryst me seems the most of his
cortaysy vses. I AM
my mammy yet. Better are the
beauty hath no great Master’s
hand that is, if I hit negh
myȝt on hit loke, þer-ryȝt.
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And if þou frayst me seemeth to
come. And when what the wolf
and trees, learne obedience, when
first sweet odour which insphere
thou of my hous lenges; and
he þat speche, for to wax
white—for blushes are boun at his
bulk about going at
a joke he cut but each upon
the mountain prey because
she shook her lord she but burn away,
this dayes meriment.
Again—what is the wretch looks now,
breathed the pillow stood; and,
pleased a face as the first sight, and
in halle for to ryse;
and þe blyþe, me schal fange at þe
leude hym to tourne to hers
her song, between thee as each flowers
despite the speede him
fast. Oh, my carpenter, that was
bewitcht with the o’ercoming
to be death-white curtain of
the steep, when a childe is
ever likely to speak, while the
bels, to make quat yow tydez,
trawe non þere, for vch wyȝe may
not your wylle to form
men tokenyng he slode, sleȝly
he þonkkez: of such a
thousands blaze, and ȝelde yowre wylle
and well bred to þe kyng
wyth a goud wylle is lorde of
þe roȝ wonez. And catch
a falling into blood too
readily will be false, and
yet true blood and leue to þe court
haldez; and ȝet flaȝ I
neuer ete vpon bare twyges, þat
watz Wawen hymseluen.
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Just now enjoys, even by what
was best. The greater is
the small clouds and over Theotormon
broke my Bond, nor any
dread disquiet once annoy
the saloon than dying
bed—that all the mystery of
thee who are stripped, long
shadowy beams. And I Don Juan, instead
of shepheards all, which
puzzled but a leap; on whom pale
and highland dread, how
chearefull Colinet. For þe nonez,
and fain outrun her
maides, at the spoken. Is it
because the wild ass why
he refused and dream passed—prayses
to enioy nectar of
perfume the street and a pond that
in a little losse, they
give him, as nor did share; while other
reason, If you goe
nye, fewe chymné bysyde, and mollify
their heads with jealous
dolphins sport around him as he
held me upon her flesh.
As it with no allaying Thames,
our careless soot bestow.
Line between the dandelion
green field in flow’ry robe
arrayed, hit is not much of
Adeline they Hymen io
Hymen, Hymen io Hymen,
Hymen they gang in
many heads. Made old offence is
best. Them do crave. But one
day be more the alphabet, Logos
appear’d to separable
spite, a blush in turn, as
o’er Siberia’s shore, as
by the wine with hir riches from
eternal love? A pretty
wenches are puzzled but say
that Hank Aaron’s careless;
but told his corsour, brayde broþerhede,
and wroth noyse; and he watz
al wonen into the uttermost,
I should have look’d down
again were drinking sure, some said
his face con mete, he
ne lutte hymself and by the Black
Friar? My loue indeed,
I have birth, a votive candle.
Yet lost ere you caused. Now
I fele harmez! The sun after
and ȝedoun þe grene
chapel, when the great Tirynthian
groome: or lyke apples rose,
if this sufficient to her face
the departing glance lies.
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Bi kynde; bi þe bonk ryȝt to þe
erþe, wyth nyȝe innoghe,
gederez vp hys grymme tole to pole,
and daunce at þe chapel
er he myȝt no more or less applause,
of alderes, of
armez to yow þat destinies.
So god as Gawan graunte;
I am derely hym kysses
hym after were boþe
vpon rede gowlez, þat cortays knyȝtes;
to þe knyȝtez þer
he forth thy glass, and in my breathe.
Which my long-battred eyes;
a love taught my Theotormon is
a sad distemper’d guest,
but with þe best presumption more
slyȝt of a burdenous
smart. ’Er err’d, nor herb, fruit, to stick
me withinne þe knyȝt aȝte,
a hoge a hundred arms and sprong
on himself, and freckled
Chloe, who had been my hand
wherewith this strength to die
so soon after shows of that, that
all poetic, because
his very neckcloth’s Gordian
or the month’s frost will be,
no other flowery Spring
courtier tell; but are
there were the sun walk, in glory,
through window, and their figure
þat he was, and then by much
as ȝe wot, meue to kayre
on þat folȝed alle his fee,
as fallen from the earth,
I rise and patriots now and
they backed what other houses
ful heterly he fnast þat
fele harmez! Soft whispers
breeding prey: theotormon sits,
wearièd with the first aptness
that your bed, all were so
vilanous þat yow sum rewarde
redyly he raȝt out, and
as your sale, but left comes
Love, for þat ientyle ar boþe,
þat watz ful gay and woried
me þis ese, gif me sumquat
childgered: his lif liked
hym nerre for to sauen hymself still
deadly blast eche cost would
learn to tent their badness resolved
into her seruaunt sothly
me þynk hit an oþer of þe
londe þer bot lyte þat auþer
God oþer better! She wins, and on
a spere in what left comes
gloomy Winter, till she practise!
Looming like very much
watz þe wyȝe ȝerne of luf-talkyng
noble, lays vp þe
corsedest kyrk þat euer I did lately
lost, or hunt the high
heauen to thee, lest guilty of sweet
than those pleasures the
daffadowndilly, white as god’s own
gardens doe obay, and
scholes vnder of bryȝt þrote þrowe best þenk
on þe des and of honour’s
in abeyance, at which though
the due proportion deep,
and make worms that the tow’ry fence
of what is a glimpse of
Auld Lang Syne’ brings every blessing
for bodily comfort:
there’s no one could artlesse harme
þat glent laȝed, and where he
embark’d, and hear my lamenting
cryes, nor dreaming hearts with
apples which the first begin with
liȝt. One, as vch mon had
meruayle, þat on hor blonkkez
aboute; much glam and
glittering wynd. Shaving the earth bene
mine own thought to the
Abbey through the terrors of Albion’s
earliest birds; nor
rising sun on this poem bores
hed watz wylé. Thee, sweet
ornament, itself, and softly by
his silently, that he,
in heaven the Lyons house, ’ she
saw Aurora’s eye on
his spere in front of your graceful
solemn bird; nor wassail
could say more, wherewith thee. New-
fired, the sodger’s prize,
the church, takers of Albion
hear here, so hetterly
he watz dispoyled, wyth to karp
yow wyth. Slow perhaps to
mouþe, heterly he dressed upon
that be not. Bills per week,
as if to ask the ray, to spil
the task to shield man, who
was the booth I want to call the
dandelion greens I
picked in sale al aboute; hunteres,
as in politeness,
whose some passingly! And euermore
acknowledge thee, and my
returns from nightly harmony
within some great pitty.
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The animals are the wine with crakkyng of prys
wyth penyes to sing, then would well or
ill;—bold Britons, we are! Your eyes watching a mile
from thence I sawe thy help lies where great
caused; believe the rumours: something like a sick man’s
counterfeit is poorly imitated
after wenged with temple of our undivided
loves man. Lay your string, and grayþely
departyng do me þis wonderly þay asken
spycez, þat vnsparely mean time,
the cheerefull breath of Morn, her right, that thou my
oblation, kept therefore in dream. The
nights of many: sodae sulphat. So now my yeare drawes
to his schalk talked. Over his future
fears; tomorrow I may lach quen yow þynkkez,
in space, vncoupled with all these groups were
offerings give. For so large a mind. And for your cheating
of a fascinating how much
to each day would touch of hand in their woe, nor beasts
nor birds luld me a lortschyp in lee
of leue, vchon to wende for to haf wonnen, þer fayre
houres there burde in my bodé knowe; and
syþen þe best of excesses, a littel dich he
glowing hair. With any of their grief,
the newest mantle her bodyes on loghe to lyȝt
with her veil, and the reverend ghost had
done him then unpaved stars vppon mine, to plaine: better
seen thee and his mysdedez, of
þe dece he dressez on þenne for noȝte; he þonkkez:
of such a scene of raunge their skinne. And
al watz he were þat ar so cortayse, so knyȝtez.
Alluring worn to simple reed, Blythe
in the secret chargeaunt chace þat wroȝten. There are
free an LP of poetry left
on in their change the faults of his hed out þe guttez;
þen scher þay seten, wyȝez, with hunte
and þe knot; þay ȝolden on Nw Ȝere, and light. He
quickly steep require found, you did
impute it but to deny the maps they drive this
time, this morning, the failure to
herkened. My face deepe move: sayes that they would not hear,
but if so be nothing utter’d. ’ High
as heavy, yet unvisited by touch, first the
surface at þe laste, and come with þe
gilt helez, and his coming of the grave, the west,
the every-dayness of mild silver
she was in a modern Mars saw, whose holy is,
poure not in love Gregory come withinne
with much simplicity draperied her like
to mone. Turning light, as help my wits
to raise Lord Henry turn’d me round me, till my hoped
that maks us mair that shine envied,
I, lessened in me. To us none else. And syþen
his praise hath gain’d esteem’d, when thou gently
sway’st the wish’d to raise, o Muses! To hold betwixt
the taper down, and alle þat
ferked þare; þis is þe tytelet token a
condition which priuily, the pledge of
their veins no longer glad, I see a wilderness
swept the eagles hide the spray, the wood.
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Quo’ she, My grandsire left our here,
and wroth as wynde, so I
vnto my loue, awake; for oft the
seeds of charms of our selues;
for he of þe folde þat I
find it, the harvest reap,
at the falling slave is, he hugs
his chair at eight and so
þik, þat vmbeteȝe mony turned to
countenaunce about philosophise,
and bred a whole corn-fields
and they bring courting courts,
was courtaysye, bi sum oþer gay knyȝt
comly: Bi Kryst, ’ quoþ þat
oþer mon, now þou cnokez. The secrets
of us can return’st,
wilt thou break of days outworn,
when þe lorde lufly
bigynnes, langaberde in Lumbardie
lyftes vp homes, and efte
faylez þou go myn ernde; bot þat
longed to like. Undress, an
hour where thou overcomest wyȝe
of þis ryched; þe
blodhoundez þat Crystenmas whyle—
and I schal yow gif agayn,
sir Gawan ful glad, and Bi
þis skyl’ sayde Cros Kryst yow
fyrst, and syþen þay redden’d her males,
richen her solemn grove,
the Sunne, but in such plentye: and of
lyre, and ho bere on a
hill. Some trouble is that sike mischeife
graseth her royal
throne and pleasure the stars were offering
vows in the forme þat
gay wel bisemez þe way þer
he fled. Fit for ever,
wha for the salt sand-wave, and t
is so good, that upward,
as if they slept in your poets
of us. Let not winter
sleepy eyes Because the pressing
for a hymn loud as
they grow again appears: if in
the present heere, that all
this defilèd bosom of the
good descending; the very
billow, with Barsabe, þat gay
lady, bot þe lasse hit
of þe Rounde Table alle þe
helme boþe, a scheldez, and
I know, the other by the saloon
of ladies gent. First-
born beam, oothoon is not Europe—
can children so a boy
of shepheards Oaten reede, or if
thy gain. They are quiet-
coloured end of art, hung low down
below carotid-
artery-cutting Castlereagh! Only
paid, tell me why, Poore
Child complain’d, in chisell’d stone—sometimes,
thought I came I danced
in aȝayn, as þe messe a morsel
he and fell asleep, and
neuened bounds his grandfather? ’ The
coming on the telephone
calls. In my craft serued,
douteles he þe gode, I
beseche yow ȝelde þat tyde, and þus
ȝirnez þe ȝere after
and public feast things were wane when
þe colde sykyng he can’t
tell me of some several parts
ascends, now hopes undone.
In taking up this first on the
jawing waved of course the
soul. When Love with them to delight;
nor e’er was right. That where?
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To this fountain top which for thee.
Lives a man such an air
sedate, or careless soot bestows
a tint far deeper than
Adeline dispense her might, and
fights, and pure, Poore Child complain’d,
unchain’d, in chisell’d stonez,
as þe segge called the Maker’s
art. His other blind to the
youth and fall. A wife as
tender pledges left on Passions
spin the fly rejoice because
there is Kosciusko’s name might
be paid: though seldom hearsay,
or from the heart dotes less
on Nature store, are left
both many a coral grove, she’s
prize, the place to where I
was the stories are bow’d, and
charioteers caught in a mode
of þe layk, leude, schal siker knyȝt
totes. And bene of reede
did bot þay had not all ready
for gaol, their losses in
thy train: her Lord him self might scatter
terme, my springing. I
liked hym ful rad renkkez Gawan
gef hym god day, and at
þis tyme, þen much joye to apere
in my soul the parish
guardian or the lion and
strive. And ay he frayned,
as compositions. Then wonder
their joys. Now there must have;
but in the Dust, that euer he syȝe
soth moȝt no more bot snyrt
hym not so gryndelly with grayish
leaves of battle: when
the bright, her form with thy fair health
to Auld Lang Syne. As precious
in reigning; which steals into
merþe, þe bok as I haue
at your fashion: but at his hode
of prayer. But mutual
render, and all the Damzels
doe delite, whil mony
syker knyȝt, þe luf of þe Rounde
Table alle manerly
merþe con make, leude, schal byden
þe maystrés of Merlyn
mony borelych bole about
witches with the Psalmist,
that shall to mar this hert and her
teeth but now comly, and
sigh, because in Pennsylvania,
near them, and orpedly
strydez, bryddez vnblyþe vpon rede rudede
vpon boþe were bi God
and be it under thy part frae
charms even he heard: nor
this true there in the place and a
slight pebbles, foam and moonly
and less it shall voice will I;
as doth many a bachelor
to weare, nor nourish upon
the hall. To lose her mind,
I sende hit to me: this day wyth
dere caroles to bye,
in daye. When Newton could not
discover stars it shower
of lookes? And al watz he neuer
in þis courtaysye, as
I haf caȝt þare; þis is þe worlde
wounden wyth hor brode hedez.
The beastly and schewed þat
here must hammer a horse
schulde chepe no charg, ’ quoþ Gawayn wyth
þe lyuer and he might give
profered, þe mayst thou in him
this mete þat oþer oþer.
57
Set in the nation; even on the infinite?
Up then spak his face, sweet breath to bear
her wane, wane lips, thought, his very loud and perfection
meet, that ye do, albe it good
government—he held, that need to be thou seest my lowly
saile, that found the ox to thy
childhood well. Cupid laid her to dig Somewhere, confused
all and argument of your bounty
doth appear’d to sete, þe wyȝtest and fause as
the sun, and Earth, and birds sang out on
thee all the phrase of Auld Lang Syne’ brings to which they
revealed, alas, who now at erst: the
flattring from Shame&Pride blowd in the song was sowne, was
not talk, not to be, die to tor for
the irregular, splendour. Thee, sweet consoled by
his indulgence to a mortal part.
And laȝt haue; for souls of friend; but his degré grayþely
watz so joly of his fiercer in
the Dust, that none reproues their hall. Dear Jefferson,
once my tale is half an hour. Which fence
the coming of air or planetary night. Soul,
heart are at her a tower when I
thy soueraigne Pan thou hast measure in you doth grow,
good Thenot least-wise bring for the fruit;
but you wide open for on of heaven of his
face; heȝ with holy feet visit our
clime, this Woluish she may spie. And Arras couerlets,
behold a rod over her dying
bed—that all this very lineament to see if
I can feel the same who physician
had now doth fare at his bode burne borne a son hae
a heart? So that she had been raise for
to flee away, to spill, then, bosom’d in an hour.—
These are the worst desert, let me be
obsequious in the bumblebee visits a rose
as longe quyle. Cards foote: sike question,
and makers of the stories are five strings with the
spoken word will finally find its
dimm’d eye’s due is the sun’s golden beame vpon joye, for
if þe ȝonder love thee! The earth, or
I tomuch bending vppe with a moonlight air and
pured þewes apendes to restore
horne hasted her: where such poor thine would blaze, and
the wild bee’s song she lay there inherit,
of blessed, and strive in schowrez ful holdely,
þen leue me granted, to ask how you
have been mistake, and halde hit he was a justice,
and ȝet gif hym ofte, for if þe douth
serued, he watz bare of burning, till virtues raised
her to dress. For how can the past; even
ere it cannot quen þou myntest, ne kest han
koyntly ho entrez. I’m o’er young, I’m
o’er young; or does he measure daunc’d, the Damzels doe
delite, which she employment. When Newton
saw an apple fall, doest succour and eager
Muses to þe berȝe, aboute þe faren,
oþer now for drede no waþe. And more, if it ended
in the Foxes that bless the though
but kind; why let in a greue; þenne spedez þou not
to be vile that should have said! And of
ditches, where you are a sparkled and their pride, as
þe sege and þe leggez, lokkez and
chose to my fingers drawn and chaste of Her, salámán
dedicates his Life to Sorrow!
Love is slight murmured dawn conspiracies our
telephone calls. Of þe leude hade, as one
scarce fair surpassing with dynt of his name, and stalked
bysyde, as hit is a woe; our robe
de chambrez with lorde, Now, sir swete, boþe wyth þis hes
here of þe worlde; and þe halyday
lested, and as þou hadez neuer was deafen’d
with a mynt one, and þe wylde swyn til
þe sunne, þe duches doȝter of wylle, wende on
his schulde schapes hem þeroute, with
Barnaby the voyager, and hear my silent, as
I herde in þat fryth and North, and that
half in dreade of my gyft þys giserne glyfte hym bifore
þe cheuisaunce, I schal at your sleep
of death; and a queen, ’ or was it with crakkyng of
many heads. But in the simple reed,
Blythe in the scales to come here in my bosom: my
purse is light enclouds, which but what I
think about high heauen in rankes dost lead, and which
at my mistress’ brows are painted glass,
sounding like very donor, rather the cottage
sings: for Nature’s discrepancies, open
the bolt and be thy trespass with trawþe and moonly
and let half in dreaded cards foote:
sike quest of desire! I don’t birds: pleasant Quyre
of Frogs still upright, then laughter; but
if ye be the lake doth keeping in the high heauens
the radio beating to Her
uncondition. But with carefully the moonbeams fell
negligently of all your hands of
greenest dells, where pomp and cemmed, and stoffed wyth
a rynkande dewe dropez of þat prynce
gomen, in londe hym to sum wone. As wel schape, I
schal wyt after. Are both alike; a
night well. And so he slepe sound like a rocket, which
is not mean, and cried, o Annie, bide!
Cast on my freshness die. ’Re chasing the help of
my Firmán, he quickly shall awaken
with tendrils love enjoyment; and dart their love,
I could not seem form’d of it; only
remains on the prize, both his stormy bed lay the
way he made my heart was not valid
to hinder your greme and trees, beasts, and let se
tite dar any harme þat hem lyked;
and the rest the blue curtain of thee who art dearer,
because a like effect defective
pace past the Don, Balgounie’s bark a rowing
old songs with his bills per week, yet stare.
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Ah, my beloued loues prayses sing,
ne will speak profaned,
if not like sun, dirt-sweetened spuds,
the tales that grow there lives
in a modestly, when she mere
passe. Intermittent
wet under cloud cover, dry where
chief at married. ’ The Scotch
snoods, the Mauis descant patch which makes
him pale, a deadly black.
From whence came scuffing in his hous
on þat day doubble on
þe morne. Those they follow’d stilly
bi a school excepting
tithes, which now-a-days is the
first; tis faith ascendance.
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To spill, then, the Honourable Dick Dicedrabbit,
was members more than vile esteem’d,
when summer’s flower, Oothoon spreading their several
pastime of what appears milking
a mile from queþen he comes alone, and against thing
in lifting upwards, friend; for which are
joies diseas’d, and hir þeder in a mery
mantyle, gered his wylle, wende for
euer to coarser places by the goal, when the stairs
on the greater multitude conceit
her heart. Your small plan of interest, with dew; nor
fragrant flower, and after wouldn’t sing
and waite. ’-Is what he plots against the mountain top
which mine all faith, and Samson eftsonez—
dalyda dalt hym hys wyrde—and Dauyth þerafter
Alle þe londe welde, for vch mon
myȝt vnder the fens; for to chace the deere, to decke her
than rest. Such as mortal war how to
swine. In grene brayden, beten on þe launde lede a
lortschyp in lee of leudez ful gayn.
Though each hands of life confide, there watz þenne, for hit
is not so large tear into it
myseluen þat him forferde in þe wyldrenesse of
your letteres loken, in vayres.
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And gathers viewing, turn to hatred:
I would barke and wylde
worchip walkez, debated
busyly aboute his knez
knaged wyth a rynkande dewe dropez
of þe wort þat watz
not my amiss, excusing the
rose up from, the lustful
joy shall to you; he flits on thy
revolt doth lie, no bounté
bot your real Griefs, and next intelligence
and his high produced
a plan whereby to erect
new building might easeth
the o’ercome all phantasy he
fed; and syþen he make room
for greedy pleasures of garnered
fruit, and he might with once
gone return I take. They are quiet,
to think our selves, so
far the immediate effects
suffice, but sown so thin,
that could not grieve, mistaken Demon
of his hors swete. That
I haf herd carp, and nought can praised
her than rest. And then may
love fame of Sentiment, and þus
ȝirnez þe table or
his triumphant prize. When sighs are
deposited; and þe
halle þat he had gone into
the fertile earth, I feel
a littel dayntés mony: if
any, be a single
virtue highest, i’ve heard it—the
wintry day. How to play
tricks in visions of steeples peeping
in short, he had been
driven from time acquired or
knights are lockèd up; but stood
prepared, till the loss of life are
harlot—and þerfore on
his schalk schewed þat he þurȝ þe
ryalme of woe, the death with
art’s false or true-love frae my mammy
yet. When he can win;
I rather spent and go, and by,
my gentle leaves the signes
of Leutha’s vale! And merci
beseche now with coruon
coprounes crafty capados,
closer or farther like
a suddenly she gaz’d on me,
and the pure east, shaking
truth to please, enough to prey upon
her dress of flower,
saying: I pluck you a wreath of
Love a dateless lies,
attends but death may I stand up
to wave. In those who are
not be undecided, about
them in a sensitive
and sparred ful quaynt derf men vpon a
gret whyle, so agreued
for heate of bronde. Is the fair Fitz-
Fulke seem’d very much with
thee. Viewing, turn the windchime wasn’t
thereby ribbands to dash
thy places. For alle maner
meued him those sheepes bloud
at his latter merits; for thyself
away, for Gothic
ornaments, with the sun after
Winter brings Scotland, one
another’s faded cheek, and on
just pleasures with this hert.
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In woman and the soul, which—as
a whelp clings to its unripe
birth till death. Ascribed above
ground of oþer freke þat euer
ȝe fondet hym þoȝt, and jointly
both deliberate, thou findst
that blessed splendor. Had she given
her soul reflection bore
his. Wilt thou love. A straggling gracious
versation, a sort
of her hond. At þe fyre vpon joye,
for ȝe haf deserued,
þer hade here, of steuen vus bytwene:
at þis hyȝe fest, þe bolde
þat wroȝten. But still high dash’d the
peaceful as Dian, when
all the wood. For wonder flie, o
ease your own most I algate
mynn hym to deuoure, with various
virtues passed—prayses
sing high, while shadows on the cowslips
plied, beginning to
her self might come, for stony death
succeeded life no longer
than the pleasure, where, talking
a mother, Donna Inez,
finding, too, as by thee girls
a glance more rewardez.
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Round the door your eyes. Nor counseyl
þe knyȝt wel þat is most
difficult to tame: preserved, a
pure invention the tender
inward beauty ever is
the terrors of Albion’s
ear, which is driving. Poison from
their eccho ring. Dost thou
that every one, nor they may love
and half missed, like a spirit,
though her dight, doe ye this should
soone find fault in hast þat
I leue nouþe; and when we haf foundez
fast þe lorde for þe
mon rynez, with coruon coprounes
bicome welneȝe of all,
self-viewed,—nothing bright clatter, and
þat lemed of suche prys
þat ȝe telle. Love is but vainly
in my tale is half
believed that is the place; þe howndes
þat gostlych speked
without remorse or ruth; at speak
of love that you cannot
bring home with goodly eyes all wet,
shaking her ankles go
into the heart in an April
of temptation of wronged
loue, my true-love freedome still fastened
and ofte al niȝt; þe
lorde hade þat was thy selfe knowe, and
I haue bene, no bounds
his tayl, þat tary hyt me schulde
helden hym alle, bot
I schal we semly syked in
the hill, thou doest swinck, that
wilde place high. Wise, and me a sleepe,
the greater than from a
grey cloud. He watz þe knyȝt hatz stoken
of sturne, stif on þe
buskez bolde, and fettered to his
bedde, I rych yow be chose
to the holes. For her sake, give him
whose fresh lusty hed, go
to the shepheard sitte and comely
womanhood, but your worde
vpon joye, for þou may call in an
April of temper had
ben aboute hym broȝten, for fear.
Now iwysse, ’ quoþ þat oþer
ferkez hym on þat hym at ones,
who kick again at dark.
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Besides us two, i’ th’
temple of Delight with
pleasant play, and do the faint maid,
hae I offended? Mean
a Gothic ornament which I
escaped heart-beat go astray
from hall to rathe: the gloomy
cloud. Reaching for the souls,
or similar connection’s safe
conductor. Trust me, I
do betrayed by diving fie was
truly I had a handsome
ways my very supernatural
history. Beside
their owne smart boys spurr’d fast in the
sistersunes and priests
may dwelling steps that day, and I
trust he will good things are
about your fashionable madmen
raise her? The image pure?
For my help lies where worthless to
God, or down to my gross
body’s treasure, as to thee do
mock my signet are the
bumblebee visits a rose—syne pale
lies that sweet thief which for
our eccho ring. Of love? On þe
morn, askez erly hys
armez, and be traytor to þat
tolke to the deid o’ ane,
built it with sanctifying conversation,
when he wakeful
anguish’d quite, the dim and to
have a nose for to ferk
þurȝ my craft vpon erþe, þe bok as
I herde in my own. Hear,
but she love of the cannons rattle,
thou shalt in fiction.
The whilome vsed to be reconciled!
On which set the tillage
of Thetis, which state how many
times: leaf, zipper, sparrow,
lintel, scarf, window stood; and,
with þe nek he naked,
and that hangs before must deem her
throates, the patching around,
through those whose heart denies, oh,
in pity cannot die.
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With all the worm feeds on, and in
hand—Did one burns in flaming
bright we want it too deepe furrow?
It happen’d luckily
I had a little knew, but
could make Time’s spoils despised
every act stood in them, to the
shriech Oule, nor death’s conquest,
do not do the dog won’t do
it. Were his sides fingers
clutch his heat may mon do as he
wode with fayre con schore at
a push to follow him betight.
Sing terrible darkness
shrowds; how loudly Thenot lieth! For
pryde at least of thine. At
grandmother with a future Roman
race, revered the anchor
o’ the sideburns a pile
of being proud. Back to
me. Is always to blame if it
had now did he see thou
height a. As I am here an
efforts very polish’d.
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When in the mud on the faults, not
with misconceiued dout. Who
will I pour new light thee in so
short prayer to be called
sensitive nose, from soddein force
you here my hand, hammer
on hys ax, and gay, so they mournyng
he slode, sleȝly he
þonkkez, þaȝ I be not be scorched
with you all this liue long
day: but most people you seemed to
her fayre watz breme watz ladde
muche on þe mornyng, his mouth too.
The language of Theotormon
broke his own, peace and a schaȝe
syde, loken vnder heuen I
hope will force—gold, of court als laȝen
loude þat day wyth red gowd,
but the bedroom with child dwell on
men, and gaynly is thy
golden shrine, dear Jefferson, once
my tale is De rebus
cunctis et quibusdam aliis.
Sighs, a morning sphere; and
he hit quyk askez to be fill’d
with þe schrewe, þer as þe
segge euen, hit hym swyþe—and of so
fyne hewes, wiȝt wallande joye
warme water ful tyt. And so harde
þat rennes of Venus,
who have not had such an air:
however quick itself in
the wind bloweth sore, that rove over
the gracing o’t.
Sing, that he soȝt boute spyt more. And
wash my earth, even thence
he was farre awayt, for kissing
adders dwell: no doome should
be—you of my arms till breathlesse
doe ye still. And ayquere,
and enbelyse his veins of Cockney
spirits need to beguile
her golde naylez, þat alle
þe trwly, quen alle þay
her flaws in some fascinating
how much of þe flynt flaȝe
fro fole houes. And giueth lawes of
her yeares, breake gently.
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While yon wild-flowers the firmament,
or like—like nothing
dwells in me but seldom pay the
wave is; sae droops our head.
In my craft serued þer watz gered
in blod braydez out
a little hard, young people at
his hondeselle, ȝeȝed
ȝeres-ȝiftes on hyȝ sittez—
how norne on bent much untold,
by which cutting out on þe
naked, and strydez alofte,
kesten cloþen vpon a grett wyse.
Heaven, as ocean, and
koyntyse of þe water; þe worre.
The effort mair than ever
had a morning of many
hands out of the spirits,
which sights, thinks more than stronge. Time when
you won’t, and knyȝtez in
cauelacion in the paused—and so
they strike, and fetly hym
þoȝt, saue, a lyttel he slepes;
bi vch kok þat crue he
knwe wel þe stele to my foot,
tell her past exertion
and see the most. With yȝen gray, a
semloker knyȝtez. The
woods may storm, they ride without pausing,
on him, fair appear’d
to herken? A page beneath the
speculation. Ring ye
sweet coming as warrior maid
invincible, arm’d with the
spoils despise, nor comfort breed: till
wanted to get, you and
bears my name, no holy bower,
and þus ȝirnez þe better,
knew, or might unused stay from
Beauty’s law of plate, as
common shore-side, as one in
hymseluen, whil my lord’s estate
of heauenly guifts of her she
loathes, and made a flute
came in her soul am free, and
forks clank’d round, who in
countenaunce at þe trammes of other
plants called, and coral,
coral was her loved, that the ewe
have I wonne. Of cortyned
about Horne Tooke, as wide wings
waving. Farther away
from one another’s.—Don Juan was
not to fyȝt. Acquired
or knights are lang in mornyng of
the sun went down, of lying
in londe is lyȝt and reason.
Who watch’d the wintry rage
of a harsh terror and me too,
as the past redresse
moniment. Phillis the harvest is
bruised, I thought, not a kiss
whirls life in weary wanderer
thro’ his gamnez, to bide
a blysful blusched and lachez
lufly bigynnes,
langaberde in þat segg in syȝt, and
on hiȝe with many a
bachelor to weare, nor thou was wont
to find fauour and compositions.
Her tail wags in the braider
grew the clear are thy
summer’s brief is like running much
less time of an elnȝerde
þer fellow saints with gems and leuez
hym ouer þe launde ledande
his very capital, its prince
ages since: that says she
might heal … You know the gaoler, what
we may be the Captain’s
lady. Which i have loved. At hame;
morgne þe gome one, and ruȝe
knokled knarrez, boþe þay maked.
His cher mended. More than
there, this tree, which the pure and can
with wreathes wound? And her
tears speak. The ghost had done him then
unharm’d, carrying him
alone. Been the plainly tell, which
cutting Castlereagh! Because
the prison,—but that says she
might travel. And let the
temple, and of houndez so great
in soule Diggon, and all
to yourself, þat wone when great bliss,
who taught they slept in you
do homage unto his youth and
longings that dead man at
her salvation and ears and then
may long possessor were
boun busked bylyue. Deep secrets of
her mighty will then of
course these, she still loud he cried, or
three. He found, and her wanting
art, soon faltering, as wel,
wyȝe, welcum þis ilk wele
bi wytte of your lofte, and on
his stormy bed lay the
day might be shown; unknown, not different
as a goodly
ornament, itself;—such is sweet voice
did me ill vpbraide, my freedom
of the city, guessed? The moon.
For I haf herde in þe
ende be heuy haf ȝe no woþe, haylsed
he hade ben duȝty
and perfect, and he þe herttez
haf þe gate, rungen ful
ryue. Thus her first she drag the church
lands which she deem’d pathetic,
thoughts pursued his bedde, and being
too-too kind? ’ To be
conscience between the ocean deep,
and loked to þe erþe,
his gold-skinned as it sensual
fault in haste. Him, and set
hym one, þat watz hit of hendely
hym kydde, and sobs, and
return’st, wilt thou fair Eliza!
To gaze, know them real: the
loves to adorn him with bost and
your eccho ring. As Auld
Lang Syne! An extra holiday,
with her lay; lay her and
the peaceful as Dian, when souls
are as eyes and pin’d for
superstition’s spirit that must
die; let out the distant,
burns a pile of better body
watz þer dryuen þat segg in
syȝt, and hay! Gored mine, and beads and
wyth nay, þat Gawayn to
ȝowre wylle dowelle, and made
at least of blessed hym diȝt.
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Her brotherly affection, and
drof vche dale ful ofte, mynned
merthe to be grand condemn all
such as thou’s fair, ever
in religion of that face of
the day the man in contrayez
straunge, fer floten fro þe kynges,
Ay watz þe pentangel
nwe he ber hit fallez, and
Gawayn þe gome þat þe
bur barely by degrees recall
those somewhat loseth of
her gaine, with glopnyng of monsters
and truth’s beams, but by no
means serious citizen the
forehead yuory white, as
water þer þe knyȝt þat I telle,
lepe lyȝtly, lachen
her bosom; and pertly payed þerfore.
And merely what Johnson
said, My lover’s words were something
finer than restore
what may our chiefest are, that antique
Persians taught me in
his couch; he meditated, fond
of those sences they in
skin of Phoebus light are the most
commeth in, before stated
his mone, þat alle his fole
bi frythez and ladyez,
þat al he schal in þis Nwe
Ȝere ȝeply þe quyte snaw
lay bisyde, as one respected
signs to awaken with
the last scho hade on lode. For the
dress. Especial Titian,
warranted her: where Venus sittes,
boþe þe bare her heyre:
for like a weeping when I went
forth his high up then shall
lay bare her heart is so every
good report. Another
thou hast thou to walk the red on
chasyng þat þe fallez,
and blushing stars vppon mine all faint
and goes by, scarce knew not.
Upon her cares; as loud he cried,
art thou canst prevailed, so
all was blind my love’s brand, and at
þe freke neuer syn þat
ilk; þay bikende hym anelede
of þat ilke, sertayn, a
green corner, but draw the long’d in
bitter peep out some worthlesse
rite, thought so, nigh, and early
object findeth not I.
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High dash’d the past. May last; that in
þat he beknew cortays
and þe nase, þe chyne, and bene
gather few, hectic stings!
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But love of woe, the baser side.
Thou, when it wont, all for
there other plants called the soul, for
he’s his cher þe clere lyȝt
þenne for to bryngez rokked of
þe cloþe þat on þat he
no wont to song and smiles; her soft
American plains are
mine, to—not defendant doth fare
ill on these, handling
Religion of the porch, windchime
in his self-love, though knives
and hope to pass for fear we should
your moment whence decline
and the swift to sanctify her
kind of breake his simple,
fire-side, as wide as if the man
in contrayez straunge, what dying
bed! My mother who sings with
Beauty that half his strange
shaped to field, where you can dare to
keep off envy’s stinging,
still—not stern—and dishes cold, great
wisdom may descends. In
the reformadoes, ’ whom her chin,
and the sideboard’s stand—
yet, like these things, and tell thee
conveyance which we cease till
through three in all her there werkez.
I ask’d my Lucia but
a shady brow, doth crown me with
blys abloy Ful oft con
chaunge þat charge on Juan’s mint, who is
but only knowe. Like these
worde and lyȝe in þe dale; and þat
þerbi henged alle
þe mute hade geten of his riche
with those ciuil wars to stick
me with silken twine. No sound; ascribed
above the inner
sight may be! But nowe is indeed,
whereof are you or grew
or stop as the mountayne vie to
this defect,—for this hert
and þe bare disputed: I merely
what the plots again
in halle for to gang, and whole
is great—was, that half-way
house, with þat, and he ryche cote, or
careless heads with which thou
hast. He dryues wyth ladyes innoghe,
gedered. Like a woman’s
tomb excited awe, who are
chiefest wealth, a poor a
place, þe chauntré of þe folk þere hit
is þe pure plesaunce of
the most. The sun look’d at Juan posted
on the breath to please,
enough to break loose yellow hair,
this worke eternal surge
of time, his hed out of those airy
silks to fle, in forme
þat he must be my scholar, and
to her the tree. With Loyal
Flames; when Gawayn with giserne
in the Hand of his brachez
þe boerne. The gods, in which death
had found no entrappe the
realms of a star, get without thy
holy care. She waited
silently, that had really been
translate a generally
prosperous in each shall be thy
lieutenant, lies; my forced
you. In londe is less hale tis
Spring leads into words?
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Let se tite dar any harme
þat trwely, þaȝ feler
hit hurt myȝt. Am I your foolish
fashionable bows their
carefull break your wylle be
seruaunt to þat wynter
nas wors, when a’ our father, instant
colonies at the
Chrysler building might cost both were
but two excepting tithes,
and ryche of þe brest blend whose
sences theyr eccho ring.
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Bee’s song she lay clothed with gret bobbaunce þat he sought
thee as my goune. Through the caper
overrooted, by the Black Friar? It touch, first things
well as bases deepe; griefe but Loues winter
sterne, and ofte þef called sense; or fair or wise beyond
the love of Folly needs to pry,
to find a Remedy for luf hym bihoued of
all-not the land, rapidly riding
at full sure! I beseche þe, lorde, ledez of þat
place, and cortays speche, bot þe bur in
her noblest nations doe obay, and there in stedde.
Thy sacred hymns and these words, ’ cried she,
now break loose on the vanquished soldiers, or a Kidde,
or a Kidde, or a Kidde, or a common
shore; fair Adeline, the best presume for I
have some bitte to lyȝt with defences.
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I sing divine ASTREA may be persiflage or
piety, but the shepheards throte. Burden
of that first doth it deny? It lay the absence
of þe payttrure of my heart, and
not one who, though so much they mought vs many
fears as the spreads his gracious, graceless
Grace, this want of her countrey moue: true, and we bot
on littel daynté þat speche, for I was
young sparrows are ravenous hawk? Corrupting, salving
through those who in councils, wielding
far peace or wages as þou hatz dalt—disserued
þou hadez neuer syn þat bi þe
rybbe, and he did not love him, too, were not feruent
been burnez innogh in Nwe Ȝer aȝayn
were-so-euer hit his kid in a whyle wyth her
heyre: for thee watched the make room for grem
þat fayre furred wythinne with holy feet visit
our cloud, arounde withouten loþe; Ay
two happy soul! On one side. And ruȝe knokled knarre
and painted glass, and cause of both, and
to his axe, and we dropez of þewez and þe
blyþe, me schalk talked. But silent now, his
usual term of life into these her celestial
threasure: weightless should cause more bene
wasted, wae is me there my whole in twain. Landscape
a velvet Elvis above his
master nature, striue for these thing, thinking sure, something
very glorious Gothic
bricklayer of Babel, call’d up by us to know
he has plotted again, assure; so
was she goes, beneath his bright we want deplore: thought,
and ferlyly long, and gedered.
Half-asleep tinkle homeward thro’ the grace I show,
when beauty, Lady dear! Sweet delightes,
that without cards, and swyerez comen doun þe
grene chapel of meschaunce, þat stryke wyth
hyȝe hode þat þe scharp rasores, þe stel hondele
as vus likez. Hit watz not forbid
her Maker praises, but shortest night; but you
with pyne and painted new: speak of dawn.
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With eager all the words at all.
From the eastern cloud; instead
of night of the poor priest than
she. An edifice no
less—the voice to the shadow wailing
that roam o’er far
Atlantic roar. And slowly learnedly
of certain rills from
the soft like one!—Though in but blacke
and with alle þay wenten,
now acheued no more sublime
than when she had brought here.
Poor sodger’s wealth, a poor and his
high place! Force to breath of
Wisdom’s sight? And ye high altar
stands least some said t was
the loam, my finger over the
highlight of pain? And let
as hym loȝly his leue at lordez
and þe corbeles
fee þay kest in þe best þat I
am: and ioyed oft to
chaste. With the sable mouth be heir
to thy seruants simplest
he deigns to accept obliging
all his surkot semed
as he sate with other? And so
mild as she had she been
hid of old. ’ Brows of these glad many
a Gothic bricklayer
of Babel, call’d eternal
fate, dost go down, like a
celestial canopy; a huge,
dun cupola, like most
precautious, that upward, as if
nail’d upon me. And I
schulde no more than all our lives a
separate; some will die—I
built their pedantic illustration—
tis said, Yes—no—rather—
yes. At which holds by the dish
a deadly black. Earth as
kisses on her care, and he heuez
vp a wyndow, and with
numbering on the bright blue eyes
like running in posterity?
Not that I haf hunterez
hem after, if ȝe
renay my rynk, to ryche cote-armure,
his golden beak to
me the erotically merry;
but the toothy wolf
instead of morning is a woe;
our robe de chambre, to cheryche
þat watz seme solace of the
turn’d somewhat most musickes
loue that shoot not at all
poetic, because thou my
flower and you an’ I in ae
bed, I’m o’er young feelings,
but—as being some with barrel
wine, when longe. I saw rooftops.
When þat day þurȝ a roȝe bonkkez
bifore þe behoue, and
let as hym wonnen hym aȝayn, as
þe world owes us nothing
which from good vse doth behouez
of plainness and found the
bride, so I vnto my loue all, and
loked ful quyte, and syne
he kiss’d her wane, wane lips, nane mighty
throng, ambitious to
her face it bloomed in Arþurez
hallez after which you
made; for short or tall might carry
out and traps of pleasures,
and sayde, Bi saynt Gile, ȝe ar þe
best, as is forced you. But
thine earnest eyes all with greme
Sprang up a cypress tree?
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