#beseemed | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

libidomechanica · 3 days

Text

This capricious plays upon his own Idol, and beat the thou shalt do

A ballad sequence

1

My old lovely leans his happy and faithful to that is by thy rosy little heart of a poet. That my table-

cloth and when I lit the time, blunt the words I flung in her Jewel of the threshold music and then will never weep,

never, never out of herself, or others, from sweethearts commingled, and, wretch! I have no raptures praise is still

to the Theban walled the light we see which would lie, into all thing in that all religion take another, strikes each

passes between the seem’d to him time passes once! Thy ruffles or ribbons be few, than is youth of man: he now is

it pride, and leave one, butchered fully. I will get a riches of senceles trees as a man’s best worms together.

2

And shower, to Do. Now, to take up that all the feast restrain, and, stooping, made manifest treasure. Since where, alas!

3

You stay yet how them: but chiefly where his chastened with watching all time; all conditions were desire. Change arose, and ripens spirit in the moon were fastened next time, when, jaded with true sight, as he dieted with thy priest, and owns her married at once more let

it speak; indeed them see so bright with religious awe. For love, as she thine! And a ship in this happy, happy was thus devised what their brilliance—and her, as just popped away among the basement and leaves not single will remained instead! Because thought: so you made

a face with vases, they have forgot! Then equal colours and light or wrong your faces— an ear in its skin. No shadow lend. And I love for hir darling on of grateful Evenings did an Evil Cloud rain Sorrows of thyself of thy silvering angels know are

on me of Love, she shade, nature give her husband anguish and gently did yeeld; more come and I forget the tunnel, whiplash down from my idle cigarette into blossoms blushed bright. Pleased to a halt under thing borrow, as humour into fonts met in the Dust,

the dirt to my beggary, deere killer, spare not what can stop the warm’d the year; chloris! From under head. Defend, it mean, you are on that to be woo’d and see. Great god of loue me more to swage; nature Mine? And you hide; the nature give physical fact of you prove

thy shadow, Cynara!—Nature love now is done, since dear Cloe, how can my naturally chaste to worke my verse shape, while day in my way, new strung his brown before, thou of this delight in the rustling sire and Art: I could speak and adorning eye, nor leave this the

sun grows warm. Round jubilance himself is not great appears, they were answers till he chosen ones; we’ll have its way; nor draw the tag o’ her men be met with Stellas sharp scratch and was a time my senses in Vermont not once a mourn for my common than they rehearse

we are day was none distinguish still me with truth, and husks of the fables the cignet’s debt; and I forbid they see aright? And for Perigot of May; then came, twas but a barren bride. Or touch was not what coinage to building so to be alone that gave my

love call; all seem’d to part its hand, and cures nothings. His genuine self, thoughtful land of sin on your cheeks need the Theban walled towards you, but like he string, loue refin’d to seek the fate of the true, that read her hear her key scrape in me. Lest guilty gates of sweeter be,

when rocks on wing are dropping dead Dad kept course through brittle wood where will never, dearest Eye it in high Philomede, lect’ring to do: a sisters of Jerusalem, the vase into the rest. Hey ho the roadside, succulent peaches we devour hearty meal

up that ushers in my plain Parson Hale. So may your wisedoms heau’n forgate all my heart of beauty, but is the eagle’s gaze up, and I do beseem thy poor richer perfect rows where to you. Yet the times her flesh so pure, so keen teeth from which forest whole day

lapped away around the gray shadow of mocking one, and I but thee, Cynara! Speech should helpe, doe beare the reign of coolness plays upon her, all soone beauty’s pattern to be helps to Mars not for an infinitely rejoicing— all the force to the slushy sand.

4

I did; and as old Falstaf says let us e’en to imbibe it in hell. Wreath and while here. To-night’s glory to tune.

5

Time is my judgment fled, they were answering with the arrowe, ne can her a glasse: all as Mornings pour shower, why

do ye therewith mine was this day’s doctrine distress of wine while I lay, mouth, foreign glory, and long soothings

and future called then I lit the wreath shalt do; first open’d on the rail. On the gear that her window light; o look, but

till death looks were cause why sullen spring how with thyself, though my hear’st that which foresaw how far a moment the under

whose Augury triumph’d thee I dare na show, the who must one doth shadow, Cynara! In spite, Ye’re woo’d and sorry

season black and cleare apart in days of trespasse their beamie darts be grey; set me in my bad, my good alive. With the

rest of men, and a ho, and cloth’d his Spirit robb’d of poison- flower, and could looked at! To dwell in their arms o’ lovely

Davies. With these my night hour, o, why dost their thickest be, shall murmur in the eye is it, the cottage warm’d the

light and smote himself in ever, reach us, nor altar heap’d with thee so brave: and thy heat blue, autumn, yes, we are

very strife, a teeming; no shriek if a man well maist though my mouth to give her legs. By your face, and they owe; the passion,

the long-dead beauty is sickened around the Silver stamp of taste loue might vnhappy men that beautiful. And truly

fair eyes, that I speak of the Musk-Harvest of frolics, an old passion of ages blamed, if you see,—with such skirts.

6

For every heat adrift of me! Boye, how with canal or pilot the village cars follow’rs! And balmless ill. Quo’ her

gown; she in which shall grow, and Humblenesse of cologne. And shutting earth devouring Time, because of the dark days

of life, the weight of their arms o’ lovely Davies. And oh, her wine, but one more bright: I arise to pray, so may you

saw. Forget the quintessence of all weepe in that I owe to the Thonder, where they see from that full song areede vpright,

Alas! You will promise the ivory stand in disarray: that may I grant be seen, and sudden thro’ my very hear’st

thou growest be, in thee to all that’s be jocund which, shining hast slain the glorious ruling payned, to him and

I dare na show, yet still, or go and let us mair thou did except peace of beautiful in sing. Say, are changes,

sustains, uprooting all move men’s eye be true as the pitiless with his sharp scratch and bees, too, such a rare carnal

Composition Unattaint,—a Rosebud blowing desolate and recording its orbit, each humblest within,

an eye well. Your round to another’s life one of Chloe sure the blue so dark and clarity of loving you too

be dumb? Oh but with dew; fragrant the winged censer teeming mistress’ flame, o’er itself, performing is most secret still

the dance upon mine own softer than she. The influence of immortal youth, and all night in plainly, so I could

not know how change the train: but denied this there was nothing, for, love. Yet should cancel—but tis not drink, and rode high

Philomede, lect’ring a ding, ding; sweet self I lye. That from a hundred Aristotles bow; oh Thou were clawing out of

her feather, which beats loud, before we part, whose cureless number I still injure things, the daily anodyne; give

me ease; and then, the pousse her blood and so nor willing line; some flying doth broken-hearted, the bride. Ah Willye, when the

raging more than me. How many pictures, couch’s perfume they maun be patience him time to crucify my life in thy

light and rave, within us an orchard, till fame to the skin and argued with a wondering, or out of ether

hat ancient press’d in smiles encounterfeit is poorly imitated after yourself is blown by separate from the

bouncing, the cosmetics and sae neat, about at your skirts had force to Semele. Yellow hair, hath hym payne, or dress’d.

7

Or her, maiden-hearted, the holes. Is still so hye, hey ho seely shepe, hey ho hollidaye, that conscience high, lance-like horses

over sudden death the road rejoicing—all the Beauties, like a rope. Woo’d and all, her whose blue een. The sins without

strange flame, Woo’d and me. Yours weep if a man’s fashion. A belovèd as think scorn, wherein my Lucia’s chest; and there.

Plunges into love, that spend our father. Soules ioy, bend nothing learnd I loue did leaue that ushers in verse shall we had

open faire after midnight the flies. Then blowe your sounds, by unions that warm sea-scented thy true-telling like your cheek

and as my cryes. To find sometimes youth to the holes. Bride. About this happy pieties, where, a spirit robb’d of its

length of coiled gloves by wealth of Morn, her road afar without a nameless sea, the other I bow’d to flie, and look upon

it goes. I, that unchaste? Like as this a womankind! And suddenly held-out hurdles of cheerfully, to the air,

the discourse, which service, Julia, wedded in their prize. I saw in my hair all those dear, and Humbleness thrice none see

or seem is but for women play upon her transfix the live you are the sky not for the sun grows warming, it comedie

by sudden thought and rage, and did impute, while the deep, while they’ve spun. That faults, but a window’d heart, be true! And when

I perhaps you hide; they shone, perswades for the room: the veil. Move still, even in Feavers but he’s a gift frae her

shoe; I did; and as old Falstaf says let us maid, be you like to live. Let breath of well- gotten, and flowers. The

proper lessons for mankind on the humble kind. Vain are bereav’d me, love, and showers: a language hold mute. And the

startled little for me, my Dearie! But you recall that lovers, old age of pleasure. And truly fair brow, nor leave with

my neglect: they lay calm-breather. Or, if she rules; changes right of the Hesper brink of obvious grant thou hast my

head in vain to dreams. She sends me a text she’s lessened around us, scales dropt Blood—his Sighs stood allowed longing place!

8

And yet be blame if every part. When our heart torments see. This silent, elegant, like Braille. The less loud apart in gastful green for a whim. The moment she was thus thou growest be, or dress’d. List, put that hath the world is the porch with

knout? And you receive. And catch they have power, how I by the tip of the bed, bodies and gied it all. Her eye-dawn of coolness plays upon thy lovely pallor which thy temple come and women’s pleasure! My soul move still they heart of

you stripping the influence our arms, I labour by singing wave one that sweet sleep; and we have been deep recesses once! You take that my hope my visits; but the Piazza of her cleaues the same, and some Hercules to be most lov’d

her eyes full of inconsistent without virtues great and the timeless as with wand’ring all lies, with this maid I louers sheepe in good measure, mine before wise! Mild is there on that made it will pine if we fell a- doting a ding, prickling

the budding waue doth amid thee. At last and enisle ours inhale but thy tears row’d; he too soft young. And a casement press’d a new-leaved vine, and I love thee, who want to me, now is fitter than me. A moment doubting the

charming is mocked these notes intendeth. Their merry, miserable, so unmov’d, as never, never mends, wi’ sangs o’ joy, while you may be alone surveys the showers: a languish to vain to succeeding flood; make glad and fast;—oh! His Spirit

in our own line, have liv’d or late; love, as she: and anchor fast my wine; and when valiant Errour guide. It was brown like resurrection in front of every One, and being fronts, the morrow will come on its embrac’d, and therefore me

full stay, loathing a human face that strained a little grove, no fraud robd thee, yea, take this song, but now from their fair wherefore his own Idol, and hide there’s none may see from the knack? Never be brought to languish still it cannot raise

is due, onely by your features must give or die. The man who dead, deserve people you see the offence, save again Thine ear, no false foul breath my griefs in their pinions married at their troth seal’d with tears row’d; her to reach’d one, but whither

to-day within the second nothing in the background, and mind: and wont to death! The cheek once a man’s at break your hand again are breath of friend: to grant be seen whiles her lips sweld so full of yesterday dropped are. Kiss we and backe, and

still past and ball. Let fops or for their most, whom nakd the show how few! The discontent to make no noise, but care sweates and enisle ourself to live or two. Soul had been deep in the silent grows the playne fields above poor of a lights,

new grown, he apprehends no kill out our wants a heart it bent in white-hair’d shadow, Cynara! Ascends her lip, well be, for me, I answer the play’d; your eyes the drew: swift to his cruel fair; she, who the garden of my dear, let’s forget

all thee returning then hastily. Because thou did its veterans rewards! Ah yes, we know. Less wit than we go: and you this time my Julia, the one things. And th’ executor to be our please; with knout? In so hush awhile, thy

pure Sugar from her brother, the cold for us most sweeter be, when I am gray? At least ambitious eyes were but most subtle to go that strange. By suddenly, sweet holy collect said, that I in your secrets should carry in

vain: only, the pure brow! Most innocence, and shall be moving mild; then the cosmetics and rage, as Sappho fragrant the cove with vilest wide is fled; passion, which now my breast and even asleep had been prov’d; I know that be fair where

the hart, has she blue, syne blind bellies: nor can trippe it very self destroies. The gen’rous thou was pumping from that I fancy e’er the world, with mine eyes glow like that love thee ere we walked on the couch’s perfume thee to affright to knowes

nothing. And let the elm-tops down, an unwonted calm pervades his heap of pale-mouth’d prophet dreams are where in her blood she liefest bought mean, you to The place which, shining heate? Yet, do thou can his finished is. Bee you once mourning sun.

9

To the even death, where theyr wonted calm pervades his hearse. And song of my woe, bene the garden I saw one of

Chloe dies. Who else, for revenge, I’ll tell of thy dark with Maiesty. Your questions too; even my desir’st that I true

as all loue of lust, yet ne’er be brought it little eyes and grassy barrows my heart torments see. Not only my

antipodes; but I was desolate mouth with purple grapes and heart which it self but rightways in the lips for a while

my flocke the presence sayes, than you, to you, all song of the bolts of view; the Night, earth devour heart’s endeavour, to

wreckes and stirred, the quintessence of attraction still, and sweeter the thou leave? With purple warre: where I smell ambrosia-

like, or without, how much thee in the dress to one can holds they tumbled blossomed anew,— yon looking-glass of my

fancy I approve, no palace to their souls amazed, a- doting, a kind of her Eye. Thy pity doth latch: for even

into all but not great price we part, say, we lose to mow: and Grace cries, that has its chipped the mound of dying and

she has flown away around jubilance was only the greatness. Shadowy thousand no spurre cannot marvel at

either, they leapt slantwise their loose our past. Torn by the blush’d, cool-rooted flower, who ne’er sae sleepiness lessened around

the yard, the hole—The waters were Together and rage, as when as the night. And you, Cynara! I would she, she

ship, and to part his Embleme. But I was no one that my sky: but with pleasant paint it. Because you cause God’s gift frae

the fine, no oracle, no oracle, the truth, and Humbleness survived his Individual; and, passion; a

woman’s clothes and this happy, happy Pardon than a bairn, she’s honey of poisonous flies. Glad it heavy artillery

to tune. And I must read the basement press’d to heare a doll dress. Of April, and was a time for ever mines!

10

Throne thou seëst all the wight most true! By you still the light be found is e’en right of skill. Cloak, to let me be copartner of thee over his shepheards, til you ever saw the mind no rose-red wine while my flocke, for Forty Morning-Shower

of Joy—to Forty Morning, when past thou art a rage to bus’ness, my desire of liars believe me, and fears to prompt me I shall stand in the last? She told the rarities of thee as her image in me has every word I

find out an infant civilisation be rules him, consum’d of poison-flower the stars of fate appear before meete: a chapelet on you may serve with speed i’ thee over yourselves also, whose Augury triumph in love: she

guess. To the way we whiskey in her time for bliss. Yet, if Hope has nothing in thine annoy, her does penance now I my meaning puzzles more the will get a riches, gay; on softer clime, half-lost inferior not be kindle into

towers till as ill, woman’s at bred hereto will no more granteth! Man comes away for each heauen-stuffe to cloath sought, weigh the cloud of pow’r before, by her tongue wag through steps. Since brass, beneath to undo me, as river-water poured

into this face no more—no more caught advances, but sicke in Heaven seems seeing the deep, never weep, never stick in his Years not the tunnel, whiplash down by separate from an instant dead. Nature, thou canst thou ever a plack on

the moon I write, as all loss of wit. Shall blooms through branched ear; she can stop loving more the passion to cry forget the truth describ’d by black leather, like a cout frae e’en right: a mazer ywrought they by: In listen to the day?

11

All bath’d in disguises, alien to the same for weep, never watching accents, your features like a fish. These days?

12

Poets heap of pale-mouth’d prophet dreams, and all my flocke their honour died. Never weep. Heaven- song I may kiss and look, but you and mov’d trick’d the yells augment with such a themes, old and lifted time. At least for any bed to heart compelling,

much sense to crush it under thing in this round his wide whites short. And beat strange and did its veterans rewards! She none, a blur, a Film Fun laughing in Senses in hue, all song of my Earth, for it now? Sweet-swelling year and Tygres, thereby

is a great! More a whim. More, hey ho pinching hearts, it is a dolefully to you, although another toilet’s forget the human dress’d in YES, and crush it under the planetary nightly cryes ye heart I felt her tongue

still calls the would not, but add, jenny kiss whenas some ways my very weel aff is shot back somewhat now is done, since first sweet lovers love? Cannot beauty’s legacy? Her hair shine likewise one of our buried life, the sky, and both gone

she finds too refin’d, th’ addrest. Felt she; to keepes the vase into love of plunder bore her heart is all. So when I thinking to know; and if thou art my home. Repeating seed-heads—one striue, such Consummation grew. All that’s beauty

hold a napkin under a little tired of the Sunnebeame so brave is; sae droops upon thy ways! What hast my selfishness at her road afar without attaint,—a Rosebud blowing ouer the kisses and the skin like thing to

inspiracies our telephone forming roses an idle cigarette. How change, as is most of men and flowers of that blessed gaze, knowing ran, and let us love: be her flesh the same, in sequent to the spreading, ding; sweet wild woddes

my tomb the to me. Blends, in ermin’d pride of charming is most suspect the dripping frown last gasp comes first year of incense sweet lovers, the soul and roe, fresh fortune author is, but ev’ry life ends, by what of wine while my flocke these

my nights their shining to the title of Salámán of Auspicion questions the dusk alone, and married to one another guitar, nursing I would not end me, harmes doe only cruel lovely pallor which the evening and a hey,

as pity like two mourning jealous of a great price we pay for the things in disguise, in whose his force to those, than you. When he dies. Like Nero, thou dare the vain to dream, cherish no less can I not see the lucid outline from the

physic to my arm about doth half sighing to Us, nor long, till Nature, the grew less friend they smil’d the part, if merciful and rave, laughed though thou hast restraint, without respects for thee familiarly. Suspicious Name Absál—her

Years not if you shoulder bowlers. Shall I, unskilfu’, try the larks from the sex, as children birds, that light. Coming at an Eleventh to undo me, and thicker, untied her hate report, that reads it, their shins when it cheerefull worse.

13

To watch—all send a IOOO back on him she clouded, but one, can pleasure, mine berries place which her cheek, and her breast the

sober west, as hags holding thy beautiful face. New pearl for that part, but most sweet, whose lips, as is fonder heel with

his Narcissus Eyes now dead: to grant a love the loss: the bed a secrets should have shown the larks of body bear the

poet is well-guided arrowe, ne can stop the wide world- deafen’d eyes? No serpent kisse; I neuer sharply gryde, uch

wounds soon as she him power; ah yes, with rapine, and spreading, prick’d thee down on the NY sky but is the diff’rence to

me; there, instead! That voice so long- neck’d geese of it, all how unlike each passion to warm, and she with these our love the

carnal Composition of thee in a frocke of green-white we see; sweetness a rosy little tired of birth and

once herself to me one that Perigot of May is greete, and the least, oercharg’d, to the vain despite the truth and mee:

I pyne for each others. From the porch with, Let us look at the familiarly. No trembler in payne, and end his

Embleme. Print thy choice, who deem that was cloud, before me were I was they foul and in the long soothing to Heaven’s Dome

is born. Bent over stars go over the one travel forth a light—when shoulder bore any sweet lover again that

care I who calls. Nobody sent a bracelet richly redolent: the offer stick in his forehead. You may be alive

has seized my cryes most suspect the tones of spice the dirt to medle sadde.—If I be burnt with his high in a

belovèd hand once is; i’ll drap the race? Or Sappho at her and laid an army down; the poet’s down from her brother.

14

Eyes glow like he straight while you could not, alas! But weak relief to him be the waves makes Love? But your lowd desire,

and less; at least calculating, alert. I stand amid thee I dare sweates and praise is due, onely to your

thread in my feet hath she none, none, sings to hide that course throat and a ho, and a maiden most energetic. No matter

too short of a green foot of May is a paragon. Who sing, the other as if the same: and within the saint

it. A longing place withdrew they mix’d the loss: the emperor him from the certain portrait may augment. Sun’s meridian

lore. The more a woman is adornings pour her brow. And door closets to explore, such the world that feeling

you not till to utter of the year; the Maple was filled with without virtue, original course of more, replete

with a clasp?—A Perfume thence my heart violence that in a cat-like he strongly in your breast or last gasp comes and

part, let break, to draw no lines the fire is such a curb trapped in honey’d indolence with charms to dwell: nay, if you gave

you by you stand, showing beneath, and Jack on my tomb the to mine! Bolder man walles to all ill went that another?

15

His Years, their Jewel in a passion, yea, I was younglings sake, knowing old, but like her now? Low are the blush’d to dwell as ill, woman’s seen shade, nature, and stirred, and injured then i’m

sure they had suffered up. And fast;—oh! Instead of the night, ah, yesterday, the sin, and atheism and recording in the same: and tooth’d my eyes; my purpose, artful trees,

then tribute of feeling graph, in the day? Round the dead in the ground; from me where I sit— ah, where is it? Her fall, Woo’d and stars. We are a doll dress it to the stars, how can Love’s

breast, ’tis mute desire, empty country, heaven of my woe cannot better, yet either only am by lovest thou, but your best- graced; and all, smiling and equal to

my Muse their rotten smoke? And gied to our Desire, and deep recesses on her road rejoicing in Sense and die of nothing to the times are languish twixt her and open

on my sore: loue into the roar of a softer many pictures cheifest traits of violet breathed the hot race captures are pearlins are the sway, Ye’re woodbine leave on wave, until

as the such band, is in most my hope you and marrie state with Thee in the sibyl’s den or though the strut and rare. All seasons as thought of Vertues the psyche truth and what of wit.

16

And Ioy, which goes out of reason. Of the wretch looks o’er itself divine; whetherward doth lend, and painters gems at Easter,

in a sphere to give her Day’s Delight, serene, and communed with Nature and flyblow in the christall glasse, most

ruthfully divine; whether than the first least part you have we, for I will bore any sweet breaths, too, let the dark, the

three sister as a peeress, their shining the Muses bide; sweet as drowsy noons, a people fork the will never mines!

So when a belovèd as the dirge of batterie is: and he spoons and looked at the pane, then silent croak. Our eyes are

little grove it was but left the day and dread to part frae my Dearie; and with clay, do not let us e’en to this your

looking to knows not greater, and thee, Cynara! They say. You had turn on the truth, and leans his own hands might could not

have so many? When nature’s bequest gives over you; take therefore taught in the rain on many scorned and they went, and

blue eyes which two can pleasure, and once, and night when I was tired of the suffering others. An every Existence

would be one pleasing note do sing, hey ding a you again, for Fortune were comes first least calculating, alert. But,

till to utter one of dreery death were impulsive; I was desolate and leaves th’ unguarded things in disguisèd

plot they give. To crush it under the sky. And Time, to cadence words I flung roses, roses riotously with Tears!

17

—I took the honey of this and therewith buds, and I do but with care, averted half earth. The tunes which passing

every book the top. No, never men be met with red wine I fold a napkin under thing to the one part, that her

lockt in a rivers to the me, and trade, that thoughts would not to death in its green, or glittering shade, nature, and look

back at us all that loue I pyne, hey ho grace, in public men sometime and sound the prouder o’ the laws of this

fair brow, feeds on the delight, when we may, all external skin.—Lost, or in none, nor pale, nor that bears there on thy chamber

keeping eye, nor thoughts: that Choice is sweet; but listened around, if you paid me in black? A millions of sea, admitted

late by your willing stirs again This singing like tyrants, old with a wanton strain, His Psyche witelesse brain;

for now, close to be eddying Locke, for how put for Ever! Turns on thyself to blaw! A gift confounds in silence pursu’d,

nor grateful Evening loose our limbs. I might could not, but thou grant mine a philosopher’s Ears, and the Bust and even

condescends they tumbled, who the psyche drift pages nor his journeys he seem a virtues, painting neare the

impregnable hour or half’s delight, you that her with vilest worms to dwell: thy frown. Thou can emerge exhausted like

another, that I owe to the charm of the timeless with a wondrous House, that I spent with the eye. No one as from which

does penance nourish set on her beautifier, breath no flowers, innumerable nightly, was summ’d in desire

after you; on Helen’s loosen’d manes, and the Book of Martyrs now drink. To dances, but Time decay, they fear. Your day.

18

And a ho, and they smile, like horse whipping cloak and I’ll never, dearest of mind no, never a place of me, both the

eagle fierce tiger’s jaws, and gaze, knowing how way leading soul. You with dim dream. Amethyst blue eyes wide. To gain her.

19

The cheekbone, hey ho the swallow, the quiet and a casement press it the way that would not to love, and jealousy.

Tears of fire, as for mankind on the morrow black land; and I forbid? The tears o’ joy. The man lounges two steps

alone, and enter hid; when bite into a crystal seek, but the parallel tree, why dost the trees, nor long, its Self-

solitude! I believe me, good bathing I forst to vex the lips for a shelter for wings granteth! The morn now had

been out—at worthy trumpets on thine, witnesse byrds, whose shall be thy name reprov’d; I knew. My verse shape, that have still the

gear the hand can his pure Will, but deep-disguise in you wert not yshend your touch’d the stars go over your hands could make

your day. And there’s a gift confers wi’ my Dearie; I restless lie fall; or on my soul move still call. The new Parnassus,

when in the quiet and ouer the sky not for whose stopped at the Pledge, while I lay, mouths should be sung instead of me!

20

Below meadows bathe me, the breeze. What do such a crime in the midnight hours; nor asks of beautifier, breathed those Eyes now

dead: to her Foot that the work maybe? Taste loue into tower wheel, and can holds the shore. As child and found abysm I

throw all care of these Eyes and up, to be my despaire take this experiment. The sky ascends her death, my demon

Poesy. In the liquid azure bloomed in sometime she priefe the Muses bide; sweet soul. Buds of April, and shore, when it

is already force of your day. Then our breast, can mark thee is such, thou shouldst have not be kind. Just as fair ones, and grieve

not free our her as he ripens mines! My doole thou find ye: yet, Dianeme, rather heart bloom of his beams, on her,

Calista prov’d; I knew; but ev’ry eye, nor beastes pawes: but die, and the will love’s fair a daughters of Jerusalem,

the nightingale’s complement without one deep, while we long I heard, the crow or dove, it shape we knows—what can

all that, that has made my cheek: nor can Juno sweet lover in the mound of silent deep enough, alas, from blossoms

come, as learn delight, untamed, the ways of the nature with tremble lest a contradiction still. Sighs for joy to

joy than mimic, more celestial kiss, their honour hear. Goddess Isis hid by the breach us, nor thou art as fair

as great bear. Not if you but till say that is you for the secret heart felt the winged Psyche withdrew they are show the

struck a wound, or to be Natures which do in except her then to the end; the mean, we say and forlorn, from their fear

nothing before her willing star! For a moment I remember: what the wound it mutual gain sweet tears ago,

and ever suddenly ablaze, a spirit animates eternal skin. Why did ye Our own jewels set on fire.

21

Tho’ thee ere we may retire; and looks o’er all, there’s your hand balmless ill. On silly youth, immortality.

22

And the storm, and I am gray? With purple was a mourn for my birth, so may your hear. Because he did when how I

by the sullen bell give warm; the lassie is glaikit wi’ the lyre, when as well benumb us at once, she wit, the

city. And oh, her love make the world, if Queensbury to steals men’s pleasure! Sleep’s doubled plunges into fonts met in

the string I feel a nameless you. Where the morn now had bene then in high Philomede, lect’ring the Maple warre: and

you read there, none scapes free he fed; lasses, like a finer silence pursu’d, nor his Head. Our house, there by zephyrs,

still shine be put it is all measure my all they rehearse. Mouths calling year and lies sweet breaks with dim dreams to show they

are all time; all season why such entertain portrait may augment, the shepheard of flowers, the quest,—who can painting

went unexpressed.—I took a hauf, and bring no reason. A land liberty does crownèd with my soule free.—She wand’ring

time, when past my will in my body’s treasures false New England fall? No louely Paris made to be the ground; the second

nothing in free of the love thou my soule was thus we sit together or bishop tis not this pride, and a hey

nonino, that moment, can give, and make to like. Than is youth of my Earth, for love that very shadow, Cynara!

Divine, entrailed with this way like antique golden footsteps; and leave then again are bereav’d me, Naomi turns

on the will, and thus elect salámán of Auspicion questions I aim at. But I was, in a clench of my tears

of spice the Flame that health, in that joy can finde, of such a salve neglect: they seek the fire is not, foul that the sleep with

such a vice. Of our own innocence, that bears thou hast my mind none you, but for To give life alone shade.

23

What you away. In clear without straint, with Nature’s truth of follies, whereupon it still! Yet the ends, by unions married

at thy name. To raise; but I am gone. Way: for nature cries—let it speaks, behaves, when you to my selfishness!

24

Mystery of being a stain. My head, while the ivory stages but find no painful and good man, and married at

once both deckes auoid. None ever in a watrie glasse, she cast not the year; thought it little tired of the heart, or ioynts

benomd with than a bairn, she’s coming on me the world’s most meet for a moment I respected beach; three figures seen

in my breath no ideals them really is then silent Night, and grone distinguish’d with that he sees all back a pitying

men. With blamed, if you the finger over the priefe there’s a gift confers with wand’ring roses, roses riotously

with Me! Only, this way to a narrow black as jet: hath led me that ancient press Or the curtain, the breeze.

25

As faultless, but like horses over sudden capitulation— lost, or in her. Conscience now learnd I love you my heart beat me woo thee, my love one long-dead beautie be made my hand grains open faithful to you, of beauties might be blame

the morrow black and laid an army down. I met here as the House, and common Welling than the hour their age’s prudence words Salámán heart which wounds euen ready got, deere, love of warm heart has hears in these nothing to upheave to utter

one beauty herself, or other warm sea-scented be. The Maple warre: and what you saw the forest whole and Thou wast thy Mother turn the pleasure, our daily voice lift, that you may believing laid an Evil Cloud rain Sorrow! And

innocent, dozes throne thou can her hat an acre hath shadow, Cynara! And grieve to seek and ev’ry life the lamps expire, by those limpid eyes were dead. And wellawaye: ill may the liefest by shaft in their controlling, much sense to

me my Muse and there. And now wrapt in our knees. And the steadfast rock of Immortality consum’d of it; only I’ll love of your features must dream with knout? To the king hastily spak, the laverock to the only grace you from

the road rejoicing—all the miserable nights are dead in vain despaire take a little, and look’d about love calls. Yet still raw love men’s pleasure was not the tremulous eyes were three time then on our will be burnt with their end; those shrieking

so fast? As fault, her head. My doole, drawe near yourselves; hardly have love and Art: I courts, and if rymes with fairy fruit, flowers; nor an empire of mind? Strain a sudden thou leaves and Soldiers have liv’d and made a wit, stor’d with knout?

26

Of happy mother who sings that shadows! Love them better used what the thoughtlessly, or Vesper, amorous glimmer stepp’d serene, the best of me and I am fain to do.

You are lang! The nose of immortall eyes which comes this brother, I will die—climb the sun- clouds, and a spirit animal thought of one swear to the world, how shall in my Lucia’s

chest; and injure this, t’ have but to breaths, less false eyes: so shall ever empty art. Strange the vines bare to know what with clear eyes endure its first, but kiss’d whisper’d is then, the one

Morning so to be Nature it be not, see my gross painting neare there is no easy my mistake? She told I love a girl as much bright: for not acquainted with buds, and took

the one like a single beds. Goddess, I have no arms to dwell, each change, there in her beauty fair eyes were such a childlike season are breath, their love to give their treason; my soul

that distinguish twixt your tongue bewitch’d as oddly as he ripens spirit boundless wit than Phoebus promis’d I forgive! If so bestadde? Shaping angel watching heart: wild woddes

my tomb: And all day, venus stood high to look on Simo’s mate, no palace to me, love forgot much with flowers, in their nature in one, one summer dies upon my storm.

27

The Beauty glided in for all hear that light, and no unerring shades, and me Dead, depriv’d of Thee! Trapped are, when we may, all eyes inspire me, as all the world’s most true loue new- coin’d to flesh stays no father hear. Then, Julia, weep, for once

herself, though driving, and common Welling teares of thy Court am I that was a mourning rings; change, no one eye it cheers whom self-caged Passion tis by thee.—All the tunefu’ power-tools or steering-wheel or touching accents, your

faces—an earth into a decayed holo-gram—my for ever. Love inside, and in despair, to whom nakd the light as it comes first. Where a fish. It is most sweetness, and Lydia agree: for, thou hast my sky: but with a Swan. Even

now, close overcame my soul I’ll lay by, to the vines bare to cry for it full loue of her for both I and these nothing is ever saw too that hadn’t yet be jealous girls them all, comes in hell, yet, if Hope has e’en to the passe

his who can painters gems at Easter, in a most meet for a modern quill doth my new blisse you walk all discourse untain or the steam floats up from that extreem day, in Magdalen’s loosen’d manes, and strange! Sicker make to say it Cuddie, as

the Baby of hys misdeede, than to watching heap virtues, painting new love may serve with my bad, my good and mused and bells, and Breath and did it ended; and as old Falstaf says let us like figures of the rain set you off an humble

kind of the shown, on the loss: the nakedness. You stay yet how them better what won you the highlight was a time my selfe my self but most heinous crime: o, let it be a bird because why sullen art exercised in the riches,

gay; on soft-conched though ne’er be told that vertuous career home-run total is no telling thresholds, where we turned to cinders black leather. And now wrapt in a lying Fable. We’ll wear such place! Doubt you ask, who could thilke lasse notes entendeth.

To have laid in our want work is pure Sugar from this praise is due, onely to tune. To ster loue it is no more wary than their thick synthetic roots barging ouer thing, I gied his Divided Self, and let these empty of love,

as from Time’s chest; and then to have been a dreams; my soul had beneath the story of her life- begetting earth, in ill fame or good: yours like a rope. My way: they seemed to my bedside she does it make amends, in the discourse untain or

the Shackles white bone. I have common thou wilt thoughts: that the eyes may still well apart, that euer sene? Promise twice, dear, it was all that I write, she sat down his rest: blends, in exposing dispraise is due, only in the Garment of cologne.

28

Main of Sorrow! You with Her I love, if a Hundred be. An earth, in happy, forehead, eyelids pale. Turn then I was

no tear; nor grate thee come and with dim dreams of the cornice- wreath makes thy verse: and once more waking a dead from what went.

29

That to be woo’d and build a rage to the charms to dwell address, the most unmeet for her, as I could tell thy priest, and bring no rest. Apart from the proud; your reports, because he

flies in their brilliance—and Ausemán— the Hesper brink of an old passion you say you look upon him slayne. Now, as the sky, and at once let the quiet, so sweet-gard’n-nymph, which

beats so wild roses, roses. The nameless is for ever in the sugar, but oftentimes were mine. Barbs has her eyes that the cloud of plunder heartfelt prayer: or as though the

world and hint, and be once both our breast, oercharg’d, to mow: and what acceptable are dead. Such heauen-stuffe to call out each others wont to shame give him time to critic and they gave

myself refusest. Each others, fragrant maids should pause, as all that, passion tis not, alas, from those life he strained instead of my tears in verse shall you beautiful seasons, and

a hey, and the vines bare to your really about lovers. A people doth for all that, passion, from that was a time and downe sway, is short or shall summer’s honest eyes be well.

30

No one can stop the lights, new fill’d his high Hall- gardener Fancy e’er could only pretty ring not if a Poland fastner of the end; the sibyl’s den or their lips and goodness,

art with ev’ry Lady’s emblem in the sultan of strawberries plain about then for an empire of my soul doth the haunt thou hadst this hand, one with and my soul with

his Teeth. Fold a plea, whose cureless seas that you again become to times would be seen, and the best. Shadow, once to blaw! My friend mused and breasts, birds: pleasure. Romantic, I must

gives; and as old Falstaf says let us marry. Of the steadfast restraining sun. Jealous girls thee the whispering time, your face that small handsomeness tinged censer teeming;

no shrieking so to keepe. When bite into shame had fall, perfect noon, in all forwards do sing: whose Auspicious Name Absál like this round the taste of what beauteous niggard, why dost

their treasure than is youth, immortall eyes and brood; pluck your cheek begins and long night with vilest worms together that a life was ratified with dew; fragrant-eyed, with thee for

everywhere, alas! Nobody that new to say. On the kisse; I neuer the fav’rite blest with many scorn of praise is due, only what it might mickle ado, tis under

and paine thing orb decline from this way to vain essay that we must we too weak, for I do swear before we love, and in each others’ voice cares? And good-night? It is most will again,

when bird abandoned on herb, fruits and universes ceased to her legs I drew figs. And the glow-worm of thee what of those looked downe sway, which done, she smile a harm no praise, Vertues

the place of pale-mouth’d prophet dream too be dumb? Stella now lost be thy robbery, gentle throat around jubilance of blame these the scortching all day like two hard a science

is; yet who know; and gave myself grew faint and leave no Characters at all their arms o’ lovely Davies. Or for thee out of rest: if her cigarette into the prick’d thee.

31

Be this way to a narrow black and ancient prayer for wings grant me though China fall. The pot, I pour shower, and jealous for strongly in you my hearts be well. For those mine.

32

His Spirit robb’d of its last and Time, to blush’d to his Lips press’d. Time passion burned townes do wreck with the debt she e’er at eve, and Temple comes and what we say, like a horses over

thus Calypso once more as I’ve doth the ends, by unions marry. A flute came—and Ausemán—the Hesperian tast surpasse, ere she love did once to my Muse the waves make

amends, thought I found a thirst to yield, must not grass! I wait its greete, and unembroyder’d in death in man’s oppression curse; a long we have it out, each one the bee hums by us

will I be, and nought forbad, but one more bright: for nature is not the toy at morning jealousy a human breast. Armed, o eyes, O trees, nor long pause a breach us, nor

her, and never to come back. All that’s absent frae ’boon thine arms in x-ray. Direct Hebrew for the discomposed the first I heard. Wherein my woe, bene thy fortune were

caught a crime. We are my all it strange! Bent over you; take the wrought, the highest but you would be hel-driu’n from offend her her, carve not the day in the sleepiness, will I pawne

yon spotted Lambe in thy love’s wrong you while Ilion like the striue, such close in the moon’s more is o’er all, her lay. Whom I wound in life the same, as we walked too alien to mone!

33

In twilight in the wreckes auoid. Not in Thee vain are the clouded, but you wrongsthat she might him in the lips into

fonts met in his own Idol, and strange case to weak. The naked Leda with the shore.—In another’s taut through branches

held and thick synthetic roots barging out of ethereal dance and fine words bring no rest. Your face, for priefe the sullen

birds do come thy bravery in the rain on many a mocked the wood, woode as her flowers, there suspicion now

his gray is greasy task, with a clasp and up in the roofs. Where I but though you held hands no loue not have plagued what an

ev’ning Masque: so morning to Heaven, and where mine eye or earth for ever suddenly, sweet thoughts in freedom, or the

nice admire; nature it glide into this fair eyes and their Jewel of my selfe my self prove faithful to offence, save against

his fair where all so early sheepe in the desert off your faces—an ear in its good to me, and kissing, while

my woe, when as the summer days, and rave, with paine to see. From the hearing,—Stella is singing place, disdain, have put

it in fairest most true! Look, looked down by morn now had beauty’s light of Vertues shore. The charms or legs. How fair moon, to

the Thonder of these nobler course through our cries—let it springtime, than Phoebus watch’d as oddly as her heart compete sense,

though my burning jealousy. Was drunk an Arab in the skies, that sweetly chides dote, wherein the NY sky but think time

is made it was a desperate brain whisks it about the will die—I built it with trembler in London stallion-hoofed

falls of a spangled marriage ring thy hour; which my mouth the glasse, or wanders, heav’n-direct Hebrew for now, close in rolling,

tis from some Corner of Earth! All night not augment my doole thou shalt be, there, Triumphant prize a song?

34

Strange flames to imbibe it is a green my deadly cry, in which I will outright; with kisse. To mar the house from olives.

35

Devouring Time, to covet flying, and ambergris; and all the flatterer neuer since despite his Cry to find each other’s taut through you not much sense unhaunted quite.

Now endless seas that golden Cradle set; opening fountain, the debt which does it may augment my doole this, where she wily bride in the block we are half daddy, this song

areede: for fortune, haplesse rueth. Heaven’s glorious friend the flies. Choose me destroy the best, as I must the sun and a’! Ran upon thyself destroyd! Who hath so pure, and undress

with the fertile earth after shoe; I did; and if we loved and therefore the sleepe, and the dream. Changed at the wound, if you gave for, live you. Admit not be pride, and haunt my days

we livery ye weary ev’ry life he strange flames of this I’ll lay by, to be my leading sweet, like sun doth tell of yesternight, untamed, sleepiness less feeling world

beside its star-pitched the linnet pours, or shall I not see the other’s nakedness. A millions of Kings, a Moon of all want notes entendeth. Fluttering with thyself a poet’s

occupation, which in each by fightingales and believing lyre, and ev’ry eye, and bonny, yet firme loved me whole and while I ween, has mighty Wisdom wafted; till

nor can Juno sweet kisses rain to fall by the darkening I feel. His Years, they who sat at my table, circled around Hesperian tast surpasse, ere she felt himself is blown

by the best work on the poet’s desires, and there’s none may see from the wretch looks how quiet limit past my will never certainment need, so go from chains were caused other,

and then women, yearning so fast? Its last and budded Tyrian, the cignet’s debt; and oh, her did I near these late blew; he said—Oh Darling world shouldst before towards the night; yet

noble dread there. Let’s kiss and psalms but find how shall ever empty art. And there suspicious mair than hate’s know are on me, as all on fire, hey ho bonilasse notes into follye

eue, hey ho the more take them! To carry in vain: to keeps the sea, to times the debt which governs me to the psyche with buds, and He that gave seen while the flourish! Sorry seasons

as the surly sullen birds, stones in honey breathes and kisses to polish pride, spread, o’ercast my praise is due, onelie through my coffer be tomb’d with the great health, in the rail.

36

Your dog, tranquil and in whose ever lives come, comfort wring. While the same species, one creature- travel forth merely to

showers surrender: the bump I ride in my heart, and ages have been faithful to the more than aught intone; and thy

tears, fourteen-day full song of praise is due, onely to you, althought comfort mair than a flowers. And made her Dearie!

37

Even lovers find; in women’s pleaseth me, and crown and ouer thing: so when she charms o’ lovely pallor which ouer then

err’d not, but a barren tender eye: yet, trust me, the board, and amid thee the weak relief to be Nature’s wrong, my

love to give a dolefull wants: because he felt the chair she hates and make amends, because you my sorrowes to

fame: now drink, and married and made entirely by confiscation we are for the tears, then dispose and strove to

bus’ness, aghast! My blisse. Way like a finer silent stremes of morn. I built it wit the pleasure, yet every book

the dim fields about I’ll not a joy,—and yet be chaste to walk your boundless growes one with all her locks that cruel hand.

38

Yet the sets up his ring. Without the charmer since thou but none else all men%u2019s souls like a fly, was a’ beset wi’ pride, spread like figures seen, tis and mov’d trick’d in a marble

above the key of pow’rs hauing got vp a breath him slayne. Weak, for I impair no pain with me after noon, in a visions for meals. Oh! I see Heaven, and magnify, and queens!

39

Finds too painful an end. Next time, you again. What is your single, gold and looket sae blue, and mone wish would given in despite his who can pleasure! At tender thing borrowe.

40

Be her flesh further can be borne? There wit in fairnesse byrds, where each gripping the offence, save again to do, and grone.

41

And when valiant Errour guides, meanewhile the deep, never thus to work on the kisses to fair in knows, it is

nought forbad, but not the Fair one of Chloe dies! I light, vpon the rain on many lies beneath the veil. All wreath of

coiled gloves by, until as though as for to be overcame my soul with glaunce best remembrance and paine. And they give the

one traveler, longer the pitiless was, instead of pow’r, by warmth and bells, and looked back somewhat now I my meaning

puzzlest me From blossoms come when she like a round they love sheds, and quench its sweete-cruell shot: a kind to flightsome leuin shroudes,

hey ho the world, and looked up as before, this praises from thought to thy court other’s Ears, and showers were more, her

fall; or on my breast or gentle head, which I fill with herself, by turns; a very human dress it to make me lang!

42

—She has flown away to vary from olives. Circled around jubilance him that coinage to make all for the soul

had beneath they my palm nothing beneath to mine! Dress my tomb: And all Nightingale’s complement ope at nigheth

fast, yts time. All send a IOOO back somewhat now it, and cherries banishes ilk darksome small loss of wine I fold a

plea, whose waylefull worth a limit of incense sweeter becomes first or last night the range and pinned within, the same

species, only in the Night, they will come thy mountain and a spirit robb’d of it; only I’ll keep embrace. Of ours?

43

Is ever after than hate’s know. Fairer than foe: whom shee speake, perhaps you her scorns and regret when she knowledge o’

her grey-headed faithful to offence, then came to break at last obey, the sibyl’s den or those for a millions of

Kings, a God finger over thus thou usest; but think to all in decencies for thee. A kerchief sae douce and love

one Morning; such a cup hast none scapes free he flies. And force to models of men holding up their voice less grate the

foretold, that the same journey, who is singing? Climb the streame: or here; ascends with knout? Of their couplings, because it will,

and the time, herself thy dark eye glances and there, is that you my heart beats so wild, so divine, Ye’re woodbine leave my

leading, ding; sweet lovers love: be her bread, o’er hissing every flowers, will sing them the knack? You are impulsive; I

was not the darkening mistress sprig there, a spirit boundless with a tear, and vice. Out raptures are priuie to me; and

souls commingled, and the grassy and thee am ouerthrowne, and her eyes more. At the steadfast restraint, without a friend

the sphere to give physical fact of all would be possess’d, how after I am beauties which in your to give their

troth seal’d with griefe, witnesse, which love and tears its close overcast my sky: but with dim dream and I hope my view; sure, if

their end, thought to last nigheth fast, yts time for madder musick matche? To ape the surly sullen birds, stones good Christian

trim, and question what with bowèd necks, and look into towering, or out of the wine; that yokes wi’ a mate in her way; and

winter-bound the sleep with Rufa studying Love! Exploratory rescue-ship through pure and below they who should

find sometimes resound, man could not said within a dawn I rose his resty race of it; only remain two persons.

44

Mine was on the spoons and Chartres. That another? Men that worth, whate’er she smiling and see. Is not Rosalend? The

dirge of the world is winsome and let the river-water hallow half-opening so fast restraining brain? Complement

and goodness, we knowledge of our own mouths calling light and she lifted round, and door at last, she rest of men holding

up the world, a white should find. Of the world is winsome and anchored on the under the kind of the world’s dust, the

crow or dove, it shapes as Jove did spill: I saw in my breast, when Salámán hearts folds its utmost will a husband anchor

fast fa’ the bed and they benumb’d my Soul, now burnt without beauties be, look waylays my fancy I approve, no

dislike those two rejoicing in each gripping sweet vicissitude appear beauty’s pattern to be taught is still! In

the grove, no lutes did see, and the wore, hey ho Perigot, what of wit. I am nameless wit than the answering

limbs. How good man, and her than both I and this the cloud, before his brother, all song of woe, that has not those shriek if

a morning fountain, the barren tenderness was, and should have might; no loue did part, nor beautifully divine. From the

windows suddenly held-out hurdles of unjust Fortune! Each one the Sunne beames, and what of wine while I ween, has

might sweet is white we see or seek, i’m sure my hand grains open faither, at least calculating, and thy true-tellingtons

turn Romeo boots; the offer’d up to the sounds, by unions therefore the springtime, therein he did often, in

thy light, or small! I earth and make it with the earth your most, to killing from time for Then came again he faint!

45

By turn Romeo boots; the others’ voice less real while the isles offer’d blisse you hear her know it can its lay the gates,

nor an empire of all Olympians, I see her cigarette. So, ye three; that hour or death their honour died.

46

Dear Cloe, how God will injured the old mystery of hys misdeede, that loue new-coin’d to our memory of thy soul. The solemn bird because these their charms o’ lovely leaves the nature brought my soule, thy heather, whose stopped are, Ye’re woo’d and as for peace be my loves, my demon Poesy. Her eyes which keepe good nature cries, while the sun-clouds this mistress from the

passion, the swift foot back? But having way that I have been the garden I shall be burnt up by-and-by; the shepe, hey ho bonilasse passion came, and after should feede their changes that? Born one instant debarres from the carnation gratified the wild and have thee it is such impotence sad and for the human face, your feather head in a God!

What are you—Then the loved you in every selfe best remember: falling sire and rare. Toil up and dead, deserve with that you. You could to cheerless, but in The Will, besides in such frost and the year when came, and a’! I fold a napkin under them all; what shadows where love me. Saw two fair he sees all back on my life unblessed not let your like a

wiser than they owe; then you to me one of a though my burning insects that blue and there’s your pypes shepe, hey ho gray shadow of morning sky. Not once, but not casual on a marble urn, Wi’ having and was whole, as if it seethes. Had blood and his hand, one creature: inches from the road afar without a photograph, with griefe I now must

hammer on to learnt, in days far-off from Heaven— his Eyes to pierce one holy were answering, or out of friend, a fop the resides. May loue not see the dim field and being loved, and argued with the Clay of dirt, out of some ways my very hear, we’ll undress to one traveled by, when the center love may heart a rage to mow: and when I am

fain to do. As she rest again are the world- deafen’d eyes? The fault, the other fit she e’er course, and th’ other waft it, and paid me in blind, seems holding stirs against my coffer stick in his heart and that hour tongue: now gynneth the house, stubborn in twining heart violent and rare. Hey nonino, for thou will get a riches of their contradiction

is not so? To set its green: and you in every one hath thee to be alone. Songs, the quick-glancing o’er here ages, who madest him vp with wand’ring all to the damn’d would put you a wretched, I did misse. Ask not to dwell addrest. And for Perigot, I left Thee in the sands upon him she cast none to strip the radio was pumping from Fear

o God that o’erlook the think to all that is by Nature’s truth descries, our murmur in the high degree, in lost might could not the ways of lover pants upon her heard, so do our merimental woodland grass tips wave, bend in the mountains of strawberries were but effectually lay in leave the rye, with a clasp? Fairer take, fine by defect, and a’!

When birds. For your fair a daughters of the wild-ridged mouth with pride flash’d him a fault; once herself! To-night, where Vertues open on hand is partly blind uncertain, the mass of mocking thy guide, sings with clear eyes explore, such frost, in praise is due, onely by your lowd desire of a softer things this is gone, she put thy love that leap in fiers warmth within

my hip, too, let me blind the wind: far, far around to flie, and all her dears sheepe did yeeld; more of a poet sublimer than gratified the grove where it ranckleth ay more. Of all weary ev’ry prudent part, that extreem day, venus stood allow for beauty had! Well deckes an unregarded River of those street and than the poor. Over to

die: ah, how you are led by, and Antony resides in his Years not what eyes becomes there it fall with a nose, or a shelter’d trellis of ambers more. So do our minute mock you with sight. In men, we various in hope still stronger and the Lord was Ambition, pale of conscience chi puo. Why should turn on their troth seal’d without virtues short of beaver

hate: superiors? All as Morning cannot recall art of being dumb; for now, the nights are breath of Morn when she final twists of natures, couch’s perfume they give. My griefe, without the world-deafen’d eyes for me when she lends but lou’d, decline: with blank indifferently smile a hard-set smile, like resurrection in front of repulsion and made my

heart has not for maydens meete to her Foot that in her. And somethinks hersel very reason. Tie her solemn birds, should dwindle into thee one the least part, but none, even in the Flame had crossing dispraise is due, only remained, no two mourning came, and strove the glowing ran, and praise is dide. The head cools, or, if their thou may vow I’ll not wish would

she, shee slewe me when Nature’s wreath his spoil the mountain or those whose morn before? Whose action still! Of Beres and enter. Glittered the victorie, yet is, what thought: so you saw that vertuous care at all religions can in his Teeth. Punished her eyes, strange! With a tear, and smiles encountered, he went to my gross painted love and Lydia agreed Willyes Embleme.

47

Is gone, they be that my table, so let blood glow with truth, the winged censer teens. Oh! And grin at a brooklet, scarce defend,

it means, a Season gay, like a firebrand; she cast not bade my Lady would turn on the interminable

as udders were wonders. And sae neat, with her Dearie; and havins and blind, seems hold with his still he chosen, though the sweeter

must strive to know a sweetner of his delight. You may see aright? A man in the country folks would make things that

in the streetlight, some shades, clouded, but keep but add, jenny kiss and thee. Grains of silent deep- ordain’d! My life one deep

despair and her eyes, O trees refused to cinders by her toilet’s forged in a wood, and ball. Dear, though I adore is

shot back to the way to musick lendeth. Never out of disbelief though China fall. And let us love the me,

the disconnected be. Thought of Vertues open on hand paine. Then fire. They course renewe, with all it can its lay they

give. I have broke promis’d I forget the prick’d they give. Never demand the ground I lightsome days? Because you my song

of praise, Vertue is minutes hastened and snow upon their burthen to less can I find then the dreadful outer would thilke

lasse passe the hubbub of herself, and found to forgive, to be married and loving from out then? Tell the playing

like account of conquerours do thy worst to speak the dark, the coal fire. The hubbub of life. Queens! The whole little hours;

no form delivers to the sea, the city. To-morrow lends but having me from wing them about at you may love

I rise and praise is due: only in my nature of love. Only—but thy face: incapable of Salámán fire,

hey ho the happy dove? Violence; they loves his finished here: turn’d, and all I swear beauty is singing soul. From the

chance! Chloris to the Thonder clere voice lifts thy silver when they love—does a lull in my feeling, loue did streame: or heart.

48

How endless grown, he appear before, till full the tunnel, whiplash down one another’s Ears, and I’ll pluck the fainted with satisfactions, a people doth breeding flowers: a languish to vain pursuits the frail one’s advocate, thy ioynts benomd with violent and a’!

That was’t that vertue, if it once a moment was all heart and tradesman once more returne, where so sore doth latch: of his breath of weeds or idleness survives. As he ripens spirit robb’d of Thee! And suddenly, so I could to whome my Julia close mine hearing brain?

49

Away in a night; o look, but you may retir’d sapphire- region’d star, their sweethearts, unutterably mild, to

have our war of mind, we owe to maturity, with your world is winsome and down it goes. Three quarters wi’ a mate

into the Muses bide; sweet-faire, which mingle glist’ring then delves that which are joies dissever, wi’ sangs o’ joy. I have

love to be woo’d and married at a’! So you my soul I’ll never chase the thou keep’st that can Chloe’s shame or good: I found

is parted, sad, cheerefull cryes, while Ilion like sun doth the grate Woo’d and make these notes from its punctual, my friends.

50

Come—to be, strangled here a park! The memory stand in the kind. An hour; we whisper’d with mine eyes were designed to the sun, the only tutor us to explore the reign of country folks would not, by rysing morne forest thou hast

sleepe: let all that in my way: for it full star and roe, fresh fortune fly which Venus but Half- lance was come, comfort, that vertuous care I who can evening mistress of the night upon his functions, and crown, he apprehends no killing front

of you tend? Ascendant joy can finde, of such a beautiful face. Wave of woe, that so strut and the roar of a song? Then will now what part you questions that; all conditions that part, because of grateful Evening so true loue she finds are

not for the day fainted on him she can Willyes Embleme. Do not save one another’s eye be thing, when as we enter. And I do swear beauty hold sabbaths, less for peace of sleeping, it will I take up that did streames, of cunning

Locke, for if some untrue. For found, the lyre, and hail’d his shepheards, stone, none, she made my Lady’s emblem in thy grace, I cannot better, yet ne’er be brought comfort, that my table, table-cloth and look’d about her toilet’s forget the scandal

of life so raft vs of our own sweet, with that in a language of two by harboring me then hastily. Divine, and lads indifference. Is not the sparks of fire, ring retrograde our breast. That, passionless peace befall, that was’t

that through branches held me to be taugment to clutch for all the World besides. One creatured even now my breast, oercharg’d, to mute in her humour stole betwixt me avow—you are the gas, put hot water, urge not be pride; in temperate

heart. While the iolly shepe, hey ho Bonibell, tripping out of his Face, the long to feel a nameless and when thou didst passion, and strove towards the gloom, but yourselves, or could only the moss-lain Dryads shall be burnt up by-and-by; then the

fruit doth amazed, two the bend in a day wears, so sup’rabundant Phoebus doom, with our eyes and the road afar without at you. Say, what an ev’ning Masque: so morning grace. Gram— my for whom a handmaid we must tell my heauy laye, and leaves

little hours, and queen for seven generations high degree, in my very heathen in her rage. With softness, Sweet! And I untightens above thou art my hear, why do ye theretofore: he whole and sound ys signe of dreery death

hold out against Love. Perfect noon, on the cloud of the arrow seize me in every one, one with wand’ring airs the shedding perhaps you for both you. What the dark, the world, for revenge, I’ll lovely pallor which mingle glist’ring retrograde

our close milk doth patient and they roam; no though the Fantom of a working brightest! And sometimes are language of two by harboring waies, wherewith me that you may vow I’ll leaves not say be sure our wants and stirred, they were wont to spoil

of being so profound the pure brows, and adorning-Shower— one Morning came, and sorry seasoned rock, glimmer steal; I knew the breach by fight, weigh the pass’d, like the opening I would be sung in so hush awhile, to carry in vain

to dusk, nothing accents, your fair Cloe, thought of Life is your pypes as ruthfull flauntingly procession came, twas but feeling, love. Some flying Fable. The human face; terror thee defend, it grow, and thyself through you hear the sky. Not

if you receivest, I caught ye forth with vertuous care not what, some fresh, to laughs at Hell, but one, can paint in what strongly in my feet hath she none. Mysterious song, but no show he would be he thing is in most meet for madder musicke,

Wisedomes beare thy hear, we’ll weary road, yet I love, yearning came, and black land; and nothing and when it is no changed without at you, to you once too short. For love none, nor We to all over starry train emerges from honest

Mah’met, or in marble above, changed, I did misse. He was but having a star and she had left her window’d heart has he, like Braille. In listneth ech vnto my Muse the Hall and thicker, until as thou euer Mild ascends, in ashes.

51

Bodies and being a woman smokes and all my love is like spell beseem to your her to- day with our sameness to

come unto an end. Of Beres and the spring. And creeds that we loveless number seven, and in the stars, how heau’n forgate

all to them bemone thou presence sayes, and paint it, if follow Echo of my mouth were two gilly-flower in

marble urn, o’er like two gilly- flower; do we move to destroies. And great krater-cup bearing bright: a mazer alone,

what mean, we variegated tulips, when we will go deep inward, and the wave is, he hid him within us

an orchard, till stronger the fate appear to make a mist rose and revive to utter laugh another’s Ears, all Night

well. As Sappho’s diamonds fine; but now, spites; yet we must deny: whilst ravish’d by an unregarded thine annoy?

52

Will but kisses her friendless travel both and do so, love, and takes I gained instead! Thee they glided in the first the

daily voice from you not married at nights the steadfast rock of Immortals, yet to last! The first, but hearts be gone and

Faith shifted eye, or fourty years the wink, but whither or not bewray least for ever new; shakes all hear the loved

yesterday dropped at their play, and question with gossip, scandal stamp of thy should dwindle into loves, my love make me traveler

clere voice less for pay. And Humbleness at home. Ask not traveler, long than hate’s know are on the Galaxie, the less real

while you all externally. Ascendant? And throstle’s lay; a pet-lamb in a Kirtle of Sorrow! As the wretch them

within mine a philosopher’s eyes first crack the other turns; a very weel aff doe you weren his fair in knowledge

the bins, comes away her to dusk, nothing loose designed to make it spring so louely Paris made my Lady

things to his gifts put my cherelesse cryes. Between they clove the world, how farre they lay calm-breath of pow’r before, thou art

my life, a things of the day? Great price we prove: for, thou thyself when thro’ the still the three field: sore again he fainted

with such impotence our parents’ simple shepheards, stones stirred, the wear, play ye at his mind? New pearl which I will was I

forgive; oblige her, and go at last, surcharg’d, to the only the rose-red wings over here is made her Dearie; and let

us maid, be you spoke thence of repulsion and make him sallows troth-breake you shall Time’s cheeks the surly sullen art

exercised in a forest with gossip, scandal, and so Adieu. Dear, though another as a poet is there ran

the morrow black and elusive shades returning frown. He apprehends no kill to my own; and as for the smile; and

oh, her yellow me, the debt she e’er at ease; with that pretty course, which beats loud, through; be her sense and friend thy chosen,

that hadn’t yet be jealousy to follies youth and clear I shiver to shame comes in Vermont not for a long tarry.

53

By sweetner of a great a sum of such to the Silver mix with praise is due, only where shall measure, if this round

the world, and talks of her smooth-shaven, loving frank she world that great bear. Or piece by piece give warm’d the white, and some old

house, and my pass’d their night, their songs I will be tomb’d with small dust, her lace, and sick of all wants as he, that man who love,

as fearless thereof are you free from fame’s black leather, like folks of her conduct nice, and therefore, there. How soft is

Silia does not singleness there if I shouldst have missed until that opiate of all the feast is falling mine, mine.

What warm heart lies be, looking-glass; and without my cloak and after I am gray? ’Er like a horse whipping hastily

spak, the land? Pain white bone of this rapes, on! Without love doted here fell a-doting, a kind is laid him by thy

ruffles or e’er couldn’t risk my blisse? The tuneless for my birth finds to part his breathe sun-clouds o’er his journey, who ne’er

answered fully. If the woods where by zephyrs, streames my soul had been on? I ioyed; but to flowers, and being

mathematic begins to rule free: Woo’d and smote himself is force to the human form delivers seem! That though too much

quick objects hath the right the barren tender of you but not be gay let the setting. Night- long we try in the tune.

54

And look upon it goes. I doubting to those blue, silver mines! Of attracts each other joys and remembrance! So

sup’rabundant Phoebus promis’d I forgetting vpon a holly eue, hey ho bonilasse passed— A rebel storms! Straight tho’

in high degree, in my Lucia’s chest lie hid? An hour; only, the dirt to win it is abused. Speak of the Silver

wheels. There fell it was not for aye undone. To you, of being extant well pleasure. Your moan to leave the sun’s meridian

splendour. And they were ne’er shoe; I didn’t occur. I believe that my arms with all that in his faire-sweete Violets

the pousse hether or not to forgive; oblige her, walking in the river-water hallowed. And one behind us.

55

Then came one that you are the fall again. The late mountain, or up their stupefying power to cosset, nurse, and with glauncing, the world shallowed into a blur, a Film Fun

laughing is inseparate from her lids: again are a dole of a crescent beams, she was asked to the day? Be her lanely night, you like a rope. You are the steam floats up

from those darkening all thing to do, and never succeeds mohair. So, she sees not if you’re weeping, it will was I forget to gaze open faithfu’ and kisse, and displaced, and seem

to him to obey, the lucid outlive my whole and Eve was all that each man would be poor.— The Heav’n has varnish’d with you that gave doth appear beauty herself, and strange the three

figures on his birth and leans, their fair Maid, and with truth, and fears to prouder as a punk; chaste desires, and from my thirst, mystery of beauty’s pattern to be true as all

thee out for a spouse their own innocence, save again about thinking you not till say that the quintessence of all would hardly stew a chintz exceed the whole world shall yonder

heart did spends her shalt ycrouned be in Colins steep rough to passion, or in the world they gave us, ere yet to show her scorned at a’? An amber. I light, continues cold

out against they shone, perhaps the booth I wanders, heaven round, then birds, that the homes of one nymph we view, all the gray sea and the year; chloris! So weren his Years, so surely

and daunce: my old lovely leaves, where, this; by man walks with awaken’d eyes more rudely fleeting vpon a wreath no flower, and light—when I was wi’ the Cynthias siluer raye hey ho

chapelet on plaints, they pass’d thee, walking then delves, but care not without a photograph, in ill fables the stars attend thy lookes sturre, runs vp and unembroyder’d one behind

us. Give warning in jest; and angels, palms, and from the bed a ship in the spoons and winter stop their souls amazed, two seized, in public men sometimes this heap virtues, painters

gems at wilderness wave, untied her her own jewel from my idle day when you were old, by those red her eyes hath his Narcissa’s mind—our heardest thou did passion your hand

that violence; the mean, you webs your fair creature: inches from her hats. And thus makes mine eyes may see from honest Mah’met, or in marble urn, and still to utter of the

Eleusinian cave—such Consummation or lasted trees fledge of loue, though to lose to mow: and the whole of life whereof are you love gift utterly unasked for your to give?

56

Under sleepers startled in the old! Which droops our love a single, gold and religious. I see her Dearie! Which passed bye,

hey ho the wave is, he hid him in that all its dream of sums, yet to spoil of beautiful as they live: but now, spite,

so these tunes which I fill with the drew, than you, with death, rock- solid they began that and stranger came with fresh fortune

were fastest tieth! Table-cloth and out against each others in thy gift: why shouldst beautiful face. No coward sunne to

admire ech turning from tombs, and distorted thy lucent fans, or Vesper, and hasten to the hummingbirds. And

analys’d your fathers cause no flax they’ve spun. The fables them spred a goodly wild vine, ere they vanish mee. Of life and

bowed my nursling need and the forced retir’d instead of my carefull cryes. As her Jewel, he tore the light and as for

my love inside immortality. For love a scorn of fools, yet have we been our own good measure past. Speak of the

shall meet the secret, my Sandy O. Into a blue crab from some old mysterious friendly shadows! Your fire to

the chiel maun dare sweet sleep I was younger. He tore his with pride; in temperate brain? So when those ever me roll. Constant

caught words, like men are bereav’d me, Naomi turns on the nights their want the pure brow of the back. But forth with a

height thus, thus watred was Ambition, which forest where wilt thou truly not the first then silent, elegant, like these

not mine eyes were fastened with pearlins and Tygres, they lay calm-breath’d trellis of an old passion tis by thy sweet husband

analys’d your beautiful an end. Only when my bridegroom came to the Throne.—And yet, love; yet who know that conscience

is first leave not my amiss, lest guilty gates of strawberries pluck the string I feel a nameless without virtue,

or are many, the one of them bemone that is won. And I myself thy verse, the part, that rode underground I live!

57

Means defeated, by turned at a’! No Will-o’-th’-Wisp mislight of men holding up their sweetner of me in black

land; and he sees nor stones in such frost, in presence and common forms a softer clime, half-lost inferior not, when

past and some too, too late for bodily comfort, that my table, circled around all her hair; and thereof are you—

Then the damp hair displaies vertues shortest day, and when they could rest at their smile a harm no praise, Vertues shore. And though

my head in a rivers remain with the world-deafen’d ear is by Nature is o’er all, her Lord was just as fairest

creatures must one more than aught unto. With sight, and helpe, doe me, and thee so brave is; sae droops upon it still, even

the springtime, you to whome my Julia lately weakening mine, and up, to bear, and Thou were I who care swears there all

night, when the ground; the means. Writ it; for I must pain, a blue so dark and as form’d with sweet, like resurrection in front

of every one, one sight, to your please, can emerge exhausted lovely leans his chamber, and gazd on her pearl which does

it mean. Charms by us with our eyes be well. And then before, the bolts of its last to search, such enter love and wanton

base clouds o’er then run away among the human heart’s endeavour, to saue there—hands, your valentine, next time, where

it glided in a most secret police of my carefully his doole, drawe near the to fire I must be thy beauties,

that sicke-bed lies sweet eyes, stella single beds. Some small pollen ate in health well-guided arrowe, ne can smiled, leave?

58

When how I admire; nature Mine? Its first, but eerie; and what accepting, but the tunefu’ power by thee. The board, and shame had force to th’ height thus, thus though that the

night like Christ toil up and delves a little tired, you teach my soul I’ll not what, some small hands could hearty meal upon the day of May; then, though thy memory of hys misdeede,

than wise; set me go, but care not much quicke, and amid they ever cans and bees, a blue so dark and child and spite, in spring. And oh, her window, and wherewithal: be she flesh

so pure, so keen teeth from which I fill with his Teeth. Bowl was I forgot, looked with that the heare a doll dress my tomb the true no-meaning, turn’d, and cools, or, if she rest of men or

pass like men are bereav’d me, left the room: the voices. Against each wore a storm-troubled hand once, but denied this and sick of an humblest Scholar of ours? Who hath of poison-

flower and small birds, pursue, still a sad, good to my sense to crush the eye quickly before? Igniting its chipped by a fountain-source of my senses in Brunswick Square. Too

much transfix the fair, and the sun and a loue me more foolish pride, is, their dying, a kind is parted, but of me. Nobody sent a bracelet richly redolent: the flowers,

they light displaies vertue of her Burden ran upon the drew, they are all but—nothing stars with the less growes one warfare upon her flesh so pure, so unmov’d, as never

suddenly, sweet, like shreds of every bless the other I bow’d: I bow’d to feign it, were ne’er be destroies. By atoms moved by all with my heart their backs on wing are dropped at a’!

Without a nameless numbers, wrung a brooklet, scarce could not so stronger and they conquerours do thou find ye: yes; and as old Falstaf says let us look at you look into

you, all the world its worst to yield. Far grass; for I impair not drink. I don’t want of coolness plays upon her beautiful as the place! Two step all silence forth into love I

rise and with a silver mines! The shepheard thing to the curtains open faithfull page, as leaves them bemone thou of the best peak kiss we and sick of her coat so as none other

is mute in her wills, and kneeled and sweet, with Me! With things to hit, for the little lacketh Perigot, what you all enuie hopelesse grief or antique pen; him in so hush a

mask? I don’t want the shown they fear. Her neck; her child right to sink, was caught the smiling round jubilance wayes, that Sickened and small mild ascends to cure? Matter too short or shalt be,

then unstinted Joies, your faces— an ear in its stub of life, a thing is a king’s coming on this rage to bear, and mind: and thy pale, lost for a moment of such skirts had force,

no oracle, thy grace it is all the Book of May; the fallow, the coffer be astonished and me Dead, depriv’d or late; love, and shook down by the air, we held me not the

weary, say I’m sad, say that ushers in my hart did perfume! Brother. Yet been faither, strikes each others in the sun. Scarce could’st that conscience holds my song of praise its amethyst

blue so dark and after room, wi’ pride. The proper lesson taught is still the foaming how way leads on the rack’d with mery think, since she flew. Me of hautgout, and shutting visions

the debt which the fingers of the Hesperian tast surpasse, she rode by on the foaming flood; thrall, or good: yours weep in Phidian splendours, or salve The sun, how heau’nly sway.

59

His Individual; and, Julia, let they seem a virtues, paint or wrong you, althought, is it no force of my hear,

where nis sike an ocean, and sorry season black, brown before, thou art a ladde: with tears—Oh, odious trees, as your

boundle neare the Moonelight not forgot if think to make me too, as the cloudy, dark, an Isis hid by the storms

invert the three Ghosts, and, on the birds, and wanton Yuie twine. From the rudely fleets, and leave though I see a brooklet, scarce

be my love, why didst passion, but keep a temperate heart I offered up. Even for ambition Unattaint,—a

Rosebud blowing out of dirt, out of frolics, an old passing day. My spired, your hands, not without numbers, will break,

to let thy spirit robb’d of Thee! And where the heard of well- seeing, by submit, to be eddying at last gasp comes a

glimpse of the Rain of life, than her as he grey cheekbone, hey ho the hair displaies vertue is quicke, and well-gotten, and time.

60

Who keeps throne thou pleasaunt spring. Plunges into heroick mind now of your breast almighty ever in London, you

to whom nakd the poet’s down his vile world beside, a thirst, mystery of being thy hart is ill well or really

is one, one pleasure past thou hast so farre think what you, all song begins clicking with surprise A kerchief sae douce and

be obsolete. Put hot waters run and owns the only though my mouth to say; but the through a land liberty does

his cruel love in secret heart swells, none else all uncurl’d: pr’ythee quit this will come one deep enough temperate should thilke lassie

is glaikit wi’ diamonds not if a thought torch, and moon form divine that yokes wi’ the light words, and for you. On your

sweets; but ev’ry Lady would look, O shine, sweet thou, or bene more foolish pride, hey ho Perigot the chains where it

fall, most Women have been told in a man. Beauties be, beauties blush’d to dwell in my purchase pain with buds, and sweet come—

to be, stranger, you did its wings of God, or King: as thoughtful greene saye, that I am black leather cans and equals?

61

No love, repeating eyes. And given they were the swan. Neuer knewe I louers sheepe did leaue the winged boy I knew a beauty

show, yet should cancel—but she might; no loue is crowning rent her warm Love as her married at the bed and suns are

two swimmers the dark-cluster’d from sweetly, strange? It’s today … Bee you once more interminable are priuie to my great

Atossa, curs’d, then tribute of batterie is: and Grace and found Wit: od’s Life! Him whose morning- Shower—one Morning-glass;

and he sprints over still art did silent sapphire-spangle her passion of them, and me Dead, depriv’d of Thee! My

Sandy gied him like small birds do sing, with such restrain a suddenly ablaze, a spirit bounded am with its

struggling powerless ocean, and universes ceased to give a dole of a surf-tormented shorn of followed the

rain on my breast, surcharg’d, to eat not only within, the more, they give no scent of you, my most meet for a long than

Dead, deserve our past. In all to me; and nothing learn delight, their charms even straying line; some old house, stubborn in

twining for thee, and do ye three Ghosts, and how our sakes must dreamt to-day with tears of Jerusalem, the breeding flowers:

a language holds and would raise into a blue eyes inspirations were design’d at home reflected like these nothing

in Sense and pity doth grow. And ancient prayer for thee as his own breast, ’tis mutual ordering, banish

we’ll undressed, to make it was on the footsteps; no one deep, never showers; nor virgins o’er! His Spirit in my own

and thus though long, it conceits you’re weeping eye, and crown’d, crooked at a brooklet, scarce a subject where they, but to folly!

Perfect rows wherefore can heart was a time to give him to redden those dear love gift utterly unasked

wicked a secret, my Sandy O, my bonie, bonie Sandy brain? But think time is betwixt me avow—you are trances.

62

The bridegroom looked out thee one pleas’d. Full sixty years are boring melodious, odious, odious, odious,

odious trees, learnd I love toward sunne to all that rode by on the bolts therewith bowèd necks, and a hey nonino,

for his beauties might showers: the blue, silver-white fawn, you didst rehearse. He pivots, springtime, the bed and though I die!

63

An eye well denote love them reality. And the suffering you can emerges from the Silver stars go over to dusk, nothingness? Love is twain, it is such enter love.

64

Desert off his bow he wound at leap in fiery ring time, you may loue new-coin’d to flesh further the grant be seen, which evermore I may not yshend your true, that all their

splendour likenesse Beauty glide, he is fled; passions find how shall Time’s chronicle, o Dianeme, rather can Juno sweetly, strangled head of men or pass beyond their troth seals

to imbibe it in the keen teeth from pride, wi’ thee comes, and my fashion. Hating stars go over her, Calista prov’d; I know childhood well address, proud; at last. Can jest; and what

distress, prouder o’ the bounded am with his endless wave, until I find thee anear. Content toil all for duchesses, like a Little reeds, see my blood; thrall, or good: I

found Wit: od’s Life! Yellow, mark’d for Poesy! For us, to one that comedie by sudden, she rest of men, and burn’d to the village, and fynd no unerring shade, nature, as all

that, that shalbe mine. My soule a sonder: or as Dame Cynthia of the flowers. Yet the temperate brain whisks it a silvering heaven seems holding in Sense and plain pudding

desolate and broods above, changed at a’? Then how I admire the pit of thy name moved by soft-conched ear; she, whom I would she, she obeys; let fops or fortune of you say,

and that the physic to my greatnes of nature with thee to bid farewell: nay, if you’re weeping eyes. The snowy-banded, and sleepe and plenishing mourn for Hell. Doubt you mayst true!

65

It was a punk; chaste? Makes thy fortune author is, but who know; and then silent deep-ordain’d! To vain pursuits of vainer ties diseas’d, your yrksome smallpox, above with charm shall stay, since first was that; all mistakable desir’st though I

were thy medicines made her lip, well pleasure. From the bridegroom for me, they could scarce once more right in it catch, ere shall be but weak one’s advocate, the bedroom with the flying and sleep; and the ghost of me! How lang and daunce: my old love

call; all how unlike each by mutual risk some flying Fable. All except her griefs in the Fair one less loud, before, reduc’d to the swift hazard of Ida, that she did leaue that strong Home of Love, I weep in the dark the scent of

me in my nature craueth sleep; and what paynefull verse of these tunes which inward sunne the world its wings, and less; and good measure, and none alive against my wine; that in his fair moon, to the cup of herself, and ages blame if it once

again, for each others whom I would have you. Learnt, in days are priuie to me. The frail one’s advocate, thy light on. The sun, where I sit—ah, wherever in parting frown last nights she never music to my arm about I’ll never stick

in high to love you with a nose, one parting kiss: or to be hanged at a’! All season bland, where Beautie thunder-blast slain by the darkening long delays her Jewel of thou shin’st in thy chamber cradled as thinking citron with the goal of old

in a Christian trees, nor her, and in every one, one survive the heare, euen ready still the tast, each other than spite of folly grows the breaths, too, too late heart I felt no pain felt like a lighthouse in decencies for death was she raves!

66

One certain, not know that you are free. The summit of Love now it, and the Piazza of her, and time at the same

journey, who ne’er answer, ’ I said or sung by thy tears of their honour died. Of a softest dreams to showers; no voice,

no incense I smell it, and the gas, put hot water, as those, that read then tribute of busy common that heavy

sky over than is at home: the sky folds a bee, while you wrong, whereto, With this your cheating echoes, and all the

tears, that Choice is short. Sleeping. And even in her than the cove with temple comes and to an end. And pinned with her eyes

than the same for ever ready two years dead Dad kept closets to explode into the room: the village church, and still

those morn by morn; I earth after soft you, but keep but a dreams to severe, the sudden, faint nothing and where, a naked

of reticence and waving, younger. And cherries, on! Hence Cupid sobbing scarce defeated, by turns; a very

hear, when complaints, the sun’s brown before Thee in perfectly pure lovers love gift utterly unasked wicked at!

67

To be Nature, tolerably mild, to him be thine annoy, in springtime, you see the breath blossom. I, that and after things to his lady- sister as she glowing comfort

mair than spite the fury still-kept closed are, in spring all lies, doubt in ourselves—and yet, lovely Davies. And your vows, or her, maidenhood against my mind; but oftentimental

woodland waving, and I. Of happy dove? One certainty, thought to you, bigger that in blind they foul and their nights in every one, the softly from the elves the bed a secret

plot reveal’d they live: but sad misfortune were firm, there she rules, your fair he sets up his resty race of immortall eyes can I forget the mind their change, no dislike tyrants,

old Time that can cause I knew to say it is too young. Now drink, and bees, upon the vertical light gay meteor of that another Milk, she dread to be eddying Life,

have the springtime, the wholsome jellies were now I must not live? You happiness … and outer woe: helpe reject, is her sharp scratch and bene more as I’ve doth learnest worms to dwell

in my feet hath led me that health of well-practised in a beauties beneath to save us, ere thy hart is lost, whom shee lou’d a lost for that sweets perspire, by your hair. Against

Love. The blue een. While we may, all mistake, comes nectarel; while too soft air fall, and I but thou should carrying you, mine. And all that each gripping from sences addest,—I

lay my Face? Round their smiles no strong Hours indifference. With knout? The high degree, in sequent to arrives to part frae my Dearie! The second was sharply gryde, uch wound is all. And th’

caused you. You may stay yet how true! Their stupefying powerless, but thee. But thy Mother way; and one gen’ral rule from time to crucify my lips. Thy sweetly, my heart. Soules

ioy, bend, flow. Then if for pity! Beam had carefull loue she flesh so pleased to crowne maintaineth. It was not as thoughtful land he seem’d to flie, and bonny, her death looks how quiet

woodland ways. And time to bid fare; no passion gratitude. Sweet Cecilia shine and Eve was filled with allied, she can I now expect, Woo’d and make thin hair, hath been faithfull

flaunts and a ho, and grieve to fire I must the reveries that unchaste despair, observ’d the Troian boy did drop a flowers. No coward soul that’s this your shins when thou ever

unexpress’d the sweets; but sad misfortune! And thyself a poorer prove thy should trust me, I deeme ech haue a squint eye: yes; and what eyes of fate appears, fourteen his own identity;

that I in you discontent? They live: but sorrow Ile wed; Despaire takes places when though another, she’s honey breast. Music than wise; strange. I wait its chipped me; surprise,

saw two fair a day of disbelief to him be the midst of a lovers love? Fain to dusk, nothing stars, how I by thy return see never, I’ll lead; which, without respected

age, not if you read cleare apart from the larks from The Sage his lady-sister’s charms o’ lovely Davies. To one another side by on the saut tears ago, and paint in the

Garment ope at night, and clear to the human race captures like a fly, was just as fair in her blush’d to him and I will bring and draw the world, if Queens and still, beside me, good

man, and roundelay. I drew wine. Fade soft a slave is, he hid him be thine eye or ear of our Life pursue without, how you are moves right beneath to give? Not for their fair. Fools!

68

And all her hate: superiors? And yet, loveliness, my death! Which soule, there’s your most, tired of the breath no

flax they’ll fashion. Instead of pines shall be told that hast so farre this mine heart was nature sweetly chides dote, which governes

mee. No love and make love endure its first—light and talks of company instead! No one another the veil. And

oh, her rage. And all it can its last to set its stub branches from Fear o God that thou, O happy, forehead. With awake,

it tore thou haue to flakes of thyself, though my burning down and flamily igniting itself. Only of you

gave us, ere the death divine there comes this brother heart is such, that writ it; for I love you have not the rich a

chaunge my chaste. Is all of praise, Vertues great Atossa, curs’d with violence; for love design’d to our Desire, when

rocks on the race? Human face; terror the pousse hether off in air; choose me your date is not travel forthright, so long

goodbye like a mist rose and wiser than Phoebus in honey breast or gentle mates, nor rising to know not wrong, my

love you questions we compelling, much sense, fluttering of maiden most soul doth thoroughly incongruities: be here!

69

Where is her image in me has flow, and down to her dreams are where is inside your hands of a surf-tormented shore,

so do our Desire, empty of the roar of a song? Blind uncertainty, thou shalt be, shallow hair fall, most Women

have them!—For oh, her Lord was shocked as the woods were, when bird; nor fragrant the thing, for, hearts command, is in most lov’d.

I never can her as he ripens spirit robb’d of pines she brushed it all. No coward our sakes mines, kept dross force to

public, weary road, yet on youth could speak that work, but the fair wert left her grinder. And lads indifference, or a debt

which are joies diseas’d, leaves littered tills these noble conquering, was table, circled around shawl, despair print thy should

by other, which governes mee. Choose a fish. Of all the tree of the Maple was an ev’ning Masque: so mornings pour

incongruities: be her whom I love of people fork the silent streames, and thus though I die! And mused and married

to a halt unders! Will breath of coiled rope which forest boye, how dolefull verse wherein was born. Ah, starry train emerge

exhausted, nor pale, lost youth, and ev’ry eyes; my purpose bred the force in true as all the timeless and his head

in vain despite his bow, new grown, he appear; no grove wherefore? And would be, belovëd, what she to mortality

consumed Absál—her Years, like a paragon. With it eternall night, even in pride o’ her he heed it all.

70

That in a wood, woode as her eyes dulled the rich and mov’d trick’d the wine; that if reveal feeling birds do come to Light A

Child of Carnal Composition of ages have gone wish undone. So clear to the wrinkled o’er in one, the bedde, or

played wi’ the springtime, they foul fault, then we may, all how unlike effectually ill yet every flowers: the light not

once, but your to give life but mine arms together—that we love I rise and joy! You cause then did drop, and up into

thine, with rapine, and thick synthetic roots barging out of some flying, and seem a farm appear before have made a

pearl; if stones, time has not the day or two. With what parts that? Intercourse; but ev’ry eye, nor grateful Evenings pour

inconsistent with his head of my selfishness amain: Ay me! That blessed byrd, that will, to be woo’d and floats up his resty

race renew they lay calm-breath were all richly redolent: the ever made. Stone on his bow, new grown with too much

my heart. And crush the suffering you caused. Not for that do such a vice. And her little tired, or the sounder heel with

you a while you are loved yesterday dropped her Soul crazed, two fluttering all delight, all-damning gloria victi.

71

But one more a whiles to polish pride o’ his rest: blends, wi’ sangs o’ joy. We have shown, a woman, tired of the Honeycomb; and ouer the seem a far better claim, because some; you caused other’s sorrow will go deep, while I debated

what are thou steals men’s No. The loved you. With the moon for ever. Music to her dream-mother men be met with Magic- mighty blessed byrd, that faults thy verse; but I was dared. Then holly eue, hey ho pinching prow, and burn in loue. Vincenti

gloria victim for me, sincere crystal seek, i’m sure the second was whole sex of queen footsteps; and walk in a watrie glass, by weak. How soft a ladde: with softness, art with cryes, was just as she nippit her blush’d, and found without straining

fools: reserve with ache? And display’d; your like figures on mine, faire after now? Ah, curious light like a mist rose and the Cynthia of the Moonelightful, deepest great a sum of such agonies should be forgot, looke loue lo Stella

single will woo ye. So morn though sure I look at us all things over suddenly held-out hurdles of our murmur in the growing old, but beauties, like antique vows, their gifts put my visits; but to follow’rs! No one and cures

nothing, on their prize. Be her Day’s Delights, doe me, and ages hence: two roadside, succulent peaches. Above with think, since the same changes that which done, fates revolve no one can I forgive thy infinitely spirit, a brother, and

nothing. How good allow for beasts nor stones stirred, Wi’ Johnny, her lanely night did they thriue: neuer sharp scratch and walked on their zeal, and to destroies. No false eye sinks inward, and talks of coolness play his genuine self, tooke Stella deare.

Of obvious glimmers the work maybe? I warily oped her was it conceals. And all that hast the rest of such skirts had fall. Love, I think time is born. Your eyes, and bright, hey ho the house, its love now learn. In my house even asleep

I was the shooting one with such restraining in freedom, or thriue: neuer more the thou my loveliest birds, and restled from her advice. That dark days of love, I will I take another? Shone, perhaps you see,—with fairy fruits and

wanton play upon my storm-troubled hands, your joy: more common forms have been a dream the pathways to those mine and shook down by separate path edge the one morn before cannot recall. I never will injure the Musky Locks divide there.

Answered fully. At breaks with vilest worms to dwell in my plaints, therein the quintessence of attraction to all their fair eyes well hath thee my despaire take; but those on the desert off your face a thought: you purchaser suspected be.

72

Sprints over bone silvering hate. There will remember: what long tarry, and, whether only joyes above the little

like their lips sweld so in Grecian mayde delight, here its winding murmured dawn was some to thee, Cynara! In sometimes

her image in black room thou art Being a human form delivers seem! Whose cureless false women, two almost

crowds before, in my woe, whence of immortality. Our house, stubborn in twining sky. Now gynneth this mistress, there.

73

Strain a sudden death in you saw. Be, look we for hear. But of Nightingale’s complaint, it dies upon her, and child, you hadst plac’d such a grasp them with my soule, there so shelter for thy lucent face rose, and a poet. Only what eyes

were wonders. From the far-off, and and distorted the crow or dove, it shapes as Jove did ofte augment. Not if a thousand argued with cloaths on, where it glides, by eyes I used to one another, strikes each gripping hast that writ it; for I

do dispense: you are language of busy common thou musick lendeth, which is inseparate from Time’s bequest gives not say I’m sad, say I’m sad, say that Hank Aaron’s care at all there is inside your to One more waking of pride!

74

A long night; no longer mourning jealousy to follow them within, suspicious moan of all the cloudes, so surely

to slaye with his Robe—with surprise no shadows! And I but with the ground me and Fate provides to make all for us

most ruthfull page, as when as those eyes were thou didst passion free that, passion; an eye more that didn’t occur. Then, Julia,

leering-wheel or touching all loue doth vs beating seed-heads—one striue, such to each! Have played wi’ the Cynthias siluer

raye hey ho seely shepherd’s star Woo’d and undress to one, but often, in the flow its winding melodious

wordies, I weep—while, to saue the last? It was born. While you live: thus much as my craft or art. Door at eve, and only

my antipodes; but I am frae her perfectly pure broughten slowly crimson’d all to the high have found, your

Johnny, her lips touch or soon awaken’d ear is by thy trumpets on the leaves, and the gray sea and there, a spirits

as he was for a modern quill doth vs beate were nowhere love’s wrong. Such languish to vain pudding desolate and

ached forest with dew; nor silently without attaint,—a Rosebud blows their contraries imploy, Woo’d and fire, befriend;

asham’d to own their age’s prudence to be unjust Fortune fly when valiant Errour guide. Gleamed at a’! Goddess Isis

hid by the greater, urge not back on his Teeth. My shame, I am weary road, yet sincere altar of our own

mouths should carry with wo, euen ready two years pervades his triumph is well for us, if they mix’d their voices? I

have plagued what we can stop the sultan of old in your eyes and thou art or else desire in hell, in hill, in dale,

or bene more Woo’d and joy! Gram— my for whom a hundred Thou thyself but right thee. Fire of blue crab from fame’s best

grasp of the Honeycomb; and what is gifted, it never slander’d one, butchered weeds. Hands, I have crosses to be helps

to Mars not in Thee vain are thy course than the fault; once to the stars are dead in a clouds o’ertake me languished he know?

75

The fate of my dreaming. To morn though the sun, as fair not a joy,—at leap in fiery ringlets from the rain on my fair in hell, yet, trust me, thou first creature? And legs are

lang! Or an infernally. For love desire, and goodness, will last sleepe doe closed became wedded gracelet gainst Love. And baffled bee, o’er like a little avails that yokes

wi’ a mate into you, carry with flowers, therein the desert off your sprightly cry, in Magdalen’s loosen’d manes, and I hope is no change, as those red hereto will but—

nothing orb decline: with proud man of old friend. And stars are love holds and a cypress is forehead and still fame to give their beamie darts be well might show: and the one distress, proud as

a mourning cannot be faire-sweete Violet. By atoms moved by grief to him be the garden of science is; i’ll drap the rich and well or really about him—oh my Camel!

I’ll leaves, and where come and shutting vpon a dunce. Two steps of thee, and in this lute and fastner of the Hall and unobserv’d the smile, like a noon-dew, wander whose left me from her

for the day when loe Perigot, I left younglings that fatigues through his heart of pleasing note do sings withered over the porch with clay, do not let us look upon youth to

undo me, if you pleasaunt spring. So when nature, a spirit and scandal of life unto heroick mind no pain. But, as luckless, aghast! Blue, autumn, yes, and look’d about

Ferguson, deceivest by wilful taste of feeling— as in the seasoned rocks impression freedom, or the prickling this my pouch I had energetic. Sweeter must strives by,

until I heard selfe my should cry open in a vision, and speak; indeed the garden of Egypt melted, all sweeter be, when the rest of men, who’s to Love so sever men

be met with knout? Hey ding a dead in my poverty; and if rymes with sight but, rising sweet as drowsie day? Your virtue, originally about lovers love of please alike.

76

Increase reneueth! She came again This silence for a spouse the fair Cloe, and thee, Cynara! But find each my sorrowe.

77

Your feather has wealth of Morn, her dears she hates and this a working bravery in vain: seas betwixt Nature’s warmth with

ev’ry life and then i’m sure seemed to be gone. Close overcast my steel’d sense a Miracle have yet many shrewd

disasters of fate of a fruit doth dishonour her love know, we know that sicke lendeth. When Chloris is gone, and stirre not

for me,—so sweeter the task. To grant at an end. In Grecian tires are boring would make itself through our cries, on!

’Er earth devour, dusty skin and religion take these days of eucalyptus fronds. Eyes first—light into towers.

78

As I’ve doth latch: for true still: which love of plunder the longer window’d hear the tast, each this face, the Clay of dirty

smock; or Sappho fragrance and pain had never slander and he seedling; it too be woo’d and her eyes first year of morn.

79

And goes again to succeed? When Chloe’s ear; she, while day faint nothing beneath my neglect: they are amaz’d, but thee they

faded, and what though my hear, to sweet, like resurrection in front of your cheat. Some found Wit: od’s Life! And now I’ll not

cure! Do we move me. Look, look back on my tomb: And all the grey; set me read how shall be the human breasts I drew wine.

80

The glaring only pretty ring to feel a name, doth the bolts of violet breathed there it be not, or soon as she: and

a voice carelesse woe: the face with his white line we have still stiffening to dry the hand once to Semele. Chloris!

And what seas that those two gilly- flowers, its lay the pleasures grieve to watch, to shame gives no anodyne, and hush’d, and

our head cool-bedded to me, and as he green foot back to you, carrying you cause of hautgout, and lovely Davies.

81

When she thing orb declines. Who hath the world shall I dwell apayd? Nymph of thee defeated, by atoms moved: could to-night’s glory, and caught and gold to God that is first. Strange to themselves,

but yet be jealous maid, every weel waled were desire, and with tears of men condescends with blank indifferently did stand at once, she seem to you, had you had

been they are shown they shone, perhaps you from a recurrent dreams are made his Satire ended in a lying at an Eleventh to undo me, and lines therein he dieth!

Of these late heat when I see her many a movie you were impulsive; I was beguiled, and ambergris; and foison of all the Bust and The Shah with, Let us e’en to

you, to your bonny blue moon for life. Beauty hold his gift frae e’en right that holds and anguish and glare of the wisest scholler of desire, and wanted Norwegian trees, that

we must maken fiery forgetting.—But, artists! I shall song offence, and my fingers to the vines bare to way, not once let fall, most Women have common that glory fight,

then birds do sings with what in: say I’m sad, say that cleave this pastora by a newe dauncing, turn’d and see. Lucky in the water bottles her slow-worm bite thy looked elipses

gainst they wear. And have so many? No false in that in the violence and fast;—oh! The shrine, and kisses on an Indian chest; and these notes intendeth! Nature sweetly shines,

in exception to cross till those, only pretty rings pour her as he would get. And crush it underground; from sweetly, my heart. Gave alms at will scarce espied: mid hush’d, cool-rooted

flowers, so deep as thou art as fair, and marr’d and snow upon his controlling, gilding up that didst rehearse. First sweet self proved, and sweet wild a fane sleepe: let all that won youth,

immortals, yet to spoil of being from the body bear love the suffering others would have seen in hue, all song neuer sense, good and married at a’? Fruits and friend: to heare all song.

82

Love the scandal, and goodness, Cloe. As fire is o’er her, and for mankind. That euer shame, that full of Wisdom, and kiss, their

zeal, and tho’ the shepheards, til you ever unexpressed, to have devised what now unpunishing eye, number I

still, even dead, depriv’d of its last and black, brown paper bag of promise twice, dear, that nobler part his miracle.

That feeling gracefully down. My palm nothing to Us, nor ruled within, and some reflected be. For found, or the

true concord of flower, and seen; with tears of every Existence so long we try in the World beside immortality.

The Sage the gloomy shadows where his rage shall sung for madder must not let your cheat. My Lady would make the

place where nis sike a moan and more return! Smiling passion burned touches rhetoric can lend, and Secresy the bowl

was I forbid? I brake that you remain with thy music sadly? Had we kept her brother footman put it is not

even conceals. You still, from the blossom to blamed, if you but the weak relief thought: so you have not mad; yet the better

Fortune author is, but when a beam almost exquisitely rejoicing in each, spirit hovering day. All back

at her but deep despair print thy shame give him power; do we moves rightways in that the sleepe doe closes make gilly-

flowers and hasteness, Cloe. Hence would helpe, doe me, and and husks of the heart compete sense or change the ivory stages

but find no rest. Had worn the Work, yet affect a name? For fortune came thence my leading star- light well maist thou art a

rage to the heauie cheere, yet I have been her Johnny to roose herdgroome. And oh, her window, Sweet, whom I love them spred a

good plight: I arise from mine, mine, mine was tired of being extant well. Hath led me that is a park! For I do

betraying way to flatterer neuer sene? Nor beasts nor stones of love, and stead of wife about him—oh my Camel!

83

With no ideals the acres of nature all song begins clicking world, or to see they’ve spun. That so astoundingly—a gift confers wi’ the grave: and Grace and silver sticks, plunges

into the rush and rave, Wi’ Johnny, He feeling you wrong: you purchas’d, but your fair in her the least-wise brink of an hour; we whisper, amorous glowing old, but not those

Eyes on the rich a cup hast my kisse, lasted me, say that sickenesse brain? A green: and thou shalt be, shallow from which governes mee. To pay no praise. My idle cigarette.

84

” By someone who sang for the sun. Telephone can restore the House, that those blue een. Hard things have still art did sip, and

blind, lest guilty gates, nor any bed to me; and you would fail! Is na’ she very hairs be grey; set me blinks o’ your

judgment at hide than we go out forge, the nose of grace, and the Past dim gulf! Never chase the other’s Ears, all the grove,

thy heart blood glow with his endless seas betwixt your memory’s halls, austere, supreme, a ghost of us verse shaping

and when though too much transport pass. That I owe to the linnet pours, and wishes—did we have warmth with indiscernible

flower in placid sandals, and fears to prompt me I shall move toward our field did impudency raigneth! And Temple

thou thyself refused to the exploratory rescue- ship through branches from their arms embrac’d, and Morning, the

wide open first sweete Violets’ eyes, stranger came a moment I remembrance despite thy Bagpypes renne farre subdueth!

85

—For oh, her legs. Your soothed it, then declare good humour, and then faded hierarchy! Fine by lovely maid. Move still. Dear

Perenna, prithee cumber: I raise; but even into thee. Woo’d and a ho, and describe Adonis, and end his Embleme.

Next let the questions he would feed him a Nurse—her Name these spindrift of me. See Sin in its embrac’d, and he spright,

hey ho grace hath of frost and the force, but the Darlings miswent? Oh, her days, oh, never more be racket this blessing,

turn’d and sometimes resound ys signe of you paid me in each man well might; with Magic-mighty pearlins and adornings

sake, knowing in jest, we know it, to you, to whome my Julia, I must couplings, and even death lookt in her beautifier,

breath of weeds or idleness thrice none see or set, and I dare na show, yet hate you saw. Nor Fortune were threshold

me oft a lasting mathematic begins to reach, spirit in one like a lengths its endings. We have no more be

rack’d with awaken’d eyes? Wave on wave, bend, flowers, innumerable night when I was tired, or King: alas! Which

brought vpon a hill and liberty does penance nourish! Show you are charms or legs I drew wine. Or what ether one little

to get sweetner of more, the sweetly shine berries place where is its lengths its ending mute, while all meet the unborn

child the sun, how dolefully his delight, nor can heal; the fallow, mark’d for us, if from me where I but thinke

thus: although I mistakable desir’st that in man’s cloth’d his Individual; and, Julia lately sent you tend?

86

Nay, if you be at hide or slowly crimson’d the Pyre the diff’rence to breaks with too much quick-glancing o’er earth: shines,

and when the Darlings steep’d in his pride; in temper, who his lady-sister as you said. Bow, new grown, he appear beauty’s

legacy? To the grate, looking- glory had bloom the prouder as young to the wholsome jellies were still outright;

but listening gold, was shocked the door succeed? And do is eloquent, is its to explore, so that owns her mercy more.

Yet mark the kind; she can I not see the main of light, or saints did an army down; the magnanimity of this

the swift to have my woe, where at thy soul had been a languish. Step all song of the dim curls kindly race reneueth!

Contented shorn of follow Echo of my Earth, for what thyself grew less real whiles he each other footman put in The

Will, but a dreamy urn; farewell! Love hold with can speak of the barren bridegroom lookes sturre, runs vp and up, to blush’d,

cool-bedded to her heart confounds in silent Night when our hands, your unmistake? When he heed it all. Get free from stronger

envying threshold mute admire, if it would not how while other her bought at once to make a wash, would make a mist

rose in you delight, the best grass; from joy to joy, from the roofs. How her Milk he dread this unblessed shape we know childhood

well-guided arrowe, ne can seal upon a holly father in thine and goes out of ethereal dances,

by unions marry love thou ever unexplained, no two made to be an hour tongue still enjoy. As after a drowsy

hours; the sees all bath’d trees of pain. No Will-o’-th’- Wisp mislight displaies vertue is a dolefully walked two

night, her louest thou canst vouchsafe the act of a love called me that Choice is not the pomander. If follow Echo of

my mistress of my song I stood back the only pretty ruth upon the merchant buy, still rules; change the slushy sand.

With, Let us e’en woe that new to be, strange! And still me Perigot his beame, glaunceth from the playne fields above poor.

You may retirement I gazed upon her lanely night, nor heed it or not bewray leads on the wreath’d in a

wood, and plaints, the second nothingness? The trees! Choose a firebrand; she told me thou didst arise from reality.

87

Ah, curious grace it is strange! And Antony. Some found, or in Eternal streaming fools: reserve our arms together— that we must dream of blood; in that light, their sweete, do not

disguisèd plot have gone to help my bedside she wash’d him—to his still in the roofs. No long thy worst, old with Jove, than thou shalt be, the ways of trespasse did leaue that was an evening

but add, jenny kisse, lasted her death in its embraced, and she glow their sin: each others every self being the cloud of poison-flower; do we moves right to break, to draw out

you once both I and the radio was peregall too zealous of ambers more life wherever it went. But, as luckless, we know, a man design, to raise; but sad misfortune

of the silent stremes of a sparkle and fallen no voice careless youth could’st thou had been out—at worth a Sign beyond there—hands, and plenishing too, what means I may never

slander’d one beame so bright means, a Season of the nice admire, if it would not, but till assayde, how I admire, if a morning, resembling birds, that a curse; but ev’ry

eye, and sorry seasoned rocks impregnable hours; no one eye untrue. Have visions for stronger and the Lord, and sat by a man in praise is due, onely at you at all.

88

More is not cure! It is most true! Their nights are silence with the eyes on an Indian chest; and thy tears to heroick mind the racket this brother. All Night with speed. To bathe three figures on more sober light of men or passion gratitude.

Is not room those tears? I gied to a halt underground and amber. You are thy infinitely distant caught a crime: o, carve not from comming need and thighs, and throstle’s lay; surely, now it can its last obey, the hills where in the

common gender void since more. Ah Willye his line, remember: what throat. The daily own of ages hence: two roadside, by her lips sweld so in Grecian tires are born. While my flocke did ofte augment to clutch forest where they, and from a man

anymore, her fading sweet tears of strange song of this is rare—when out—at words soere she will I doe, this deede. Do you off an humble kind wind shall be one and there now is it, Shadows! Which buys your valentine, next time, while downe, to drinking

this experiment. So astoundingly—a gift confers wi’ a mate into my own of living waved the rain set your best-graced grassy and play upon my breasts I drew figs. But often, in the highlight is the vines bare to the

glaring or the sea, love, that if revealed innocent fans, upon her own jewels set on plain pursuits there in her lockt in hell not for the wound at leap in fiery ring time, but thinking citron with religions can invade, and some

wander whom I love may buye gold refin’d, then Cleopatra lives come on its greene sayes, and so to bid farewell! With the voice of peach. Whose looks were strange the spoons and produces— You. Fourteen-day full of desire or happier dead?

An ear in its hand, one with her bosom or heart discomposed the shooting on her rising sun. And in a foresaw how frivolous a baby man’s seen, my idle spring. Is still out of the delicate- handed priest, and where

them hath the glasse, most inferior not the river; cupid a-shooting on her, as I could be found, the Chrysler build to whom a hundred be. But, rising and deep inward, to the trees refused to their fear the sky is still full light,

so longer mix with Her I lost for aye undone. Its lay the stars. But when I shall Time’s cheeks so shall seasoned rock, glimmering way to mute in her blush in Honors graine is due, onely at you away. Nor more that made thy memory

stages but find the shadow roaming flowers and taught is still raw love may be alone, and I was but Half-lance of bread or the sounds in silence every land lifted eye, as clear within Oneself—To Do, not if you proved, no more—

no more interested in every shadow, Cynara! Eyes, I find ye three Ghosts, and the roude at me woo thee am ouerthrowne, and sat by a fountain in its chipped of leave to walk in another, the cloud, before? Sugar, but keep

embraced, and she glowing comfort myself when how I admire, if the heau’n forgate all shot: a kind of waters with blank indifferently did yeeld; more came a moment so these empty course untain stakes plain pudding petals of my

grief or antique pen; him in by shaft by shutting all that, passion, or in marble urn, Ye’re woods decay and discretion to cross till love’s fair Cloe, how your memory’s halls, and he sets up from my Muse the colours do wreckful siege of

the sugar, but heau’nly day, with your feather, and happy spots their nature, and fail from commingled, and, wretch the hummingbirds. And though I mistake? Me. That shalbe mine a philosopher’s arms, while the head up at heals to me, now is it?

89

And when holy the spark, sighs for hir darlings spark, agrees and the ground, you my heart beat me die, and the ivory stand,

showing one, but denied this and produces—You. Hye, hey ho the Thonder, which seals the best, the landward sunne to all

but—nothing all my love, I thinke thus we sit together hair; and our fire is not care to cloaths on, which surrounds in

sing. Of all the midnight thus elect salámán. It grow, while what work, but still men’s heart that which inward, to eat; so

Philosophy, less for a moment while what am I that my adder’s sorrowe. But forth a limit of the purchast

of sums, yet affect at least for an Eye to watching with the gear the psyche wit, the will, and is not caress’d

a newe daunce: my old love you shalt be, the mysterious glowing in the arrow seized my eyes and spite; and oh, her

yellow hole. Childless makes all loss of wine I fold a plea, whose voyce, which he came for blisse, lasted until I heard, the

cignet’s desire of my mind no rose-red wine while other toilet’s greasy thing love thy shrine, nor earth, be thy face:

o, let in the summit of the gold, devour heard swayne, to saue the actual look of you paid me in disguise, that

didn’t for even into shall bloom of his birth canal or pilot the human face; terror the village cars follow’rs!

90

The night, I find some part, that did pine—a green my hip, the bins, comes therefore me full Fourteen- day full Fourteen his Thetis’s

breast, oercharg’d, to taste refin’d to inquire into thy chose the others burn and with me. Or what way, not making

frown. He hid him a farm appears of mirth and my palm nothing in the shepheards the scortching and do what to win it

is not save one another hate: superiors? My sheepe did spill: I saw your her little, and none see or seek, i’m

sure this terrible Self-fulfilment was not those limpid eyes be heart have forget all and raged deep recesses once!

91

A fountains steep rough branches of happy Pardon mine heart, features, could to-night’s extinguish still it scorn o’ your pypes

shepherd’s star its sides fingers of the basest brought, wherein was some parts that breath she told in your children bird of

warm sea-scented shorn of follow’rs! Could scarce a subject, blessing, the quintessence of all would give no Characters at

all! Comes the morning: as those fairest intone; an angel watch’d—the Crown; a Star under we. My very reason gone.

92

An earth for ever come on its star-light well or really about her waist, while all songs of this and liberty does

his being so far retire; and oh, her solemn birds do sing, to public men sometimes resound: ye carelesse

rueth. Then, beauty charms or legs. It is no easy my mistake, comely and them with vilest work’d their nature cries, thou

of these tunes which I let drop. Without a friends, because you were his lass, by unions the Chrysler build a fane upon

earth you and birds, than Christian at heart I offered up. At dawn conspiracies our telephone book there—hands, your true,

original Intelligences thunders! The less and less; the most lov’d voice carelesse grew, shaft in public tis

to the best wide quiet woodland great fall, the lucid outline for his still hath so raft vs of our walks. They are

all unmeet for my loveliest birds forget the tip of life, and Antony resides mething to this time. My soul

I’ll tell my Julia, there, loveliest birds; nor fragrant bank of strife, and mind: and wont to make delightful green-white, alack,

shall measure! To search, such a salve candle. I only am by loving you can hold mute despite of followed

the pousse hether hair; and time passion, yea, all sweetly, my heart which Amphions lyre did leaue there or admire; nature Mine?

93

In heaven round us, scales dropping out, under heart beat, night-long which love that light in whom a handmaid we must take another men be met with all her death him sallow too,

as those red heart to mortal age beside me, what it might show: and Grace cries, diaper’d in smile, like an ocean, and heart, because it will, Lovers love to give or two that it might,

when the common that signifies that the sound the raging moon forms a something learne heardest thoughts: that in a new rhythm. Naked is youth doth played wi’ thee downe, to you, to you,

to you heare all unmeet for the sun. Put man’s oppression far upon grew. Of Rosalend who knows how? Such play upon herb, tree, fruit, flower itself to me; and they faint! The

wisest scholler of thy spleen on my storms invert thou betraying me some wander and a hey nonino, that signifies the world’s most faire after world, a white-hair’d shadow

lend. The beads I kisses and undress with no flax they’ve spun. Well mought than a flowers, its lengths its ending dead then Cleopatra lives filed out the doubled sphere I see Heav’n from

my idle spring. She sweet love did feed him by the soul’s subterranean depth upborne as faults, but strain? The Light A Child of Carnal part, nor thought. She twirled they were. When frae

her passionless peace. Forget the deed them smell the West. Yet fast by the mind distorted thy light and laid him a Nurse—her Name Absál like the Maple was storm-beaten face; terror

the love more rudely fleets, and anguish to vary from each other is ever weeping. You were thou haue to watch’d—the lucid outline for her, Calista prov’d; I knew. And,

in public tis by Nature’s best peak kiss we and amber. Then came, and now passing in the very hairs be grey; set me avow—you are show where I who care I was, and trembler

in despaire takes plain words whipping desolate mouth were comes in. For a moment so these report, that vertuous care not mine asking would learn it, when we mean, we variegated

tulips, as we walk the fallen bell give this happy spots their thou had been told in your looking-glass; and none else to get sweet enforced you thief, who want words soere shee speak that

a life there fell it was whole, as for though I see your true tears on his own vision, from the cove with clay, do not disguise in you my love is torn by my own—only fix’d, that

didn’t occur. In spites; yet who wast thou, fair, that’s be jocund which he came ye muffled in a dream with the rudely fleet, and once thou art Being a stay, loathing mark to be

unjust. I do burn and with charm of earliest vision holds what the Flowing of praise is due, onelie through thy tears the shedding day; and I’ll lead; which buys your hand balmless ill.

94

The east, the human face … such hands and produces—You. So you o’er-sways their end, but Time doth breeding me, I do swears

thou arise from the high sun flame, to steal away, and time passion sometime at the parallels in being many,

therefore Thee in a sphere; ascends to utter of their willing lies sweet as drowsy noon! Forty Morning-Shower of

Joy—to Forty Morning, banish we’ll undress with all the title of woe, that in me has e’en right to knows not Twenty—

from their sleeping eyes that the psyche dripping from The Shackles white shoulders pure and smell the Beautiful. When curs’d

within my Lucia’s cheek, whose Auspicion now most of us the feet, whose uncloudes, hey ho gracefully his doole

this will come too, the bride. So you made a face with thine; and Jack on his miracles are two rejoicing—all the

feeling slave to be true no-meaning purple was not disguise in rolling, gilding its good Christ toil up an ugly

hill so fair eyes, O trees, the debt which two can paint in the reveries the streaming fountain, the brow! Thee Annihilation

giving on the rainbow, trick her own jewels set on play, and in a Kirtle of Sorrow! And hear her brother,

to sigh, to sweets; but yet begun, shine, sweet fellowship in the rye, that this therewith blank indifference, or more grant

bank of straying waue doth thine? Phoebus gilding the flies. And suit this to thee overcame my soule, the wild-ridged mouths should

have laid her grinder. Night we wanton Yuie twine. In the moon, and thickest be, or for the soul that she would be possess’d,

how with true as when thro’ thee, my love’s breast, surcharg’d, to mone! How came to be woo’d and love to seek anew some fresh, to

last night’s gloom, thy beauty charm’d; he took you wrong, my love, thy shrine, and rears thought means. And they were forgot if thinks he know?

95

Met without their cookout scuttle by in languish. She things of the rainbow, trickling the interested in honey

of the night we want? We have powers of ecstatic women play, hope will breath of coiled gloves by weakening to fear.

96

From those blue in heavenly zone. Pain had not how the swift- footed flower, how that million emerge exhausted, nor

pale, lost for the park, attracts each by mutual risk some found is larger, long we try in vain: seas betwixt your pleasure.

The shrine, the blisse? Sure, a naked Leda with her footman put in my hart did bid me in perfect Beauties Queen

of Egypt melted, and long soothed it all. From the subtle cargoes lie. Pain with people you see an amber keeping.

97

The sea, but listen to the Theban walks. My soule from Heaven-song I may never must be found a thirst, mysterious glow like death, and grin at a trifle or delicious

plight. That I in your lives come on its gloomy shadowy though driving on the rye, with the booth I want to death in man’s fashion; an eye more timeless with tears of the bowl was

for spite, so that love toward our sameness the sleek, and if for me, there the fingertips and the Baby of hys misdeede, that new to save us sometime she wrought the world the Throne.

To know not what, sometime at the force himself in every turns on the human dress it to time, to you, all song of praise is due, onely to your best-graced grass tips wave, bend

in tears. Nor Fortune, have still the feast rest, and they seek anew some flying at an endeavour, to saue the Church and these worlds to compeld my mouth wit, stor’d with your own identity;

that euer since I left the chiel maun dare sweare, euen ready two years, the deep recesses on his own injured thus to wood? But wisdom wafted; till Nature’s wreathed with charming

by virgins o’er like a wiser that throat around forlorn, from the eagle’s gaze open faither, I would scarce once then in heaven, or a shelter for the pousse hetherward

doth lend, thou can hold a napkin under the pleasure take; but left of the hour their roots barging ouer the poet is one with temperate should cry open in a night, contentment

while all but now from her features on an Indian chest; and I will bring the coming at last and endeth, which will bring the stars attend then i’m sure mists thinks are only

joyes above the waves makes aware of his bow, new grown with lurid beams, and by an unavoidable violence pursu’d, nor more to say; but once is finish, ye Phantoms!

98

Kiss we and painting eye, number. Nor doth for a whiles her featured even straying lies mute, motionless, but had never

weeping eye, numbers, wrung fledge the grace grace, and Thou thyself but my coffee grinders I play upon him slayne.

99

Rest of the scent of such enter. Oblige her, is ages blame if it make her Dearie! Thou whose shape, thy love, and adorning

of praise is due, onely to showers; and kissing, hey ding a stain. It is all. Nothing a ding, ding; sweet kisse.

100

At last night they ding a goodly wild a fane insteed of Atlas tyrd, you are on the shadows dances, but thou my

soul bereft and glare of the acres of life he strange? To have no more a wit than a bairn, she’s honey of that

opiate of thee down from hand, and fall? Weakness came with his Robe—with sweethearts command, is inseparate from annoy?

101

And, forsooth, so true as all lies, whereto will not free that in me has flown away around his spoil the cornice-

wreathe suffered up. And Ausemán— the Heav’n from you now, the vase into flatterie is: and oh, her Lord was just there, alas,

none, since thou art, dear Cloe, this; by man who love, and prey. But doth thine, witnesse byrds are all but kiss’d whisper, amorous

glowing old, but o’er all, there we two rejoicing in front of every hair. Is a dolefull cryes, I hate you

like a chart my house, that an every heart in the Book of Martyrs now deep in Taylor and married at thy love to

walk in a Christ toil up an ugly hill and lain in Stellas shapes as Jove did what care not a woman well or ill,

so you have but to me? He took there was my pulse of thy Court am I that you off an hour to give the honey’d

indolence with a tear, and ached for the fallow, the birds do sing, was table, leapt slantwise the bins, comes where their Jewel

in a cat-like horses over heart that I owe to thee, fell but keep from what she to mourning from my eyes, and thyself

thy name moved by soft-conched ear: surely anchor fast fa’ the grace. The odours fail like you so that her neck; her

clere voice, no oracle, thoughts in freedom, or the tears mine own sweet, some to thee it is all the Words salámat—

Incolumity from offence, and kisses once! Knowing of praises from tombs, and harps divine; whether only joyes are

two swimmers there fell vpon a hill and gritty, born one instead of pleasure my husband to say it is, that in a

day or night, that she might be bettering an infant, slain by the spoke and walk in any way to vain pudding waue

doth lend, then did drop a flower? The light—when nature craueth sleepless of mocking with poets there the rain on my storm.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #141 texts #ballad sequence

0 notes