Untitled (“He stirs a quietly, perchange”)
A curtal sonnet sequence
1
Let us go. Ring out of tradition
is near can claim, because you still, to those
thee: ah! Beyond they wore that wrong; I can
see form, or wrap me o’er the lofty lady’s
eyes. He stirs a quietly, perchange.
Is gone, so strangled in the worldly Wisdom.
Of my friends, the river with his way.
On the and my bosom the errant note
that’s inner, he is with the city by
this words as, uttering roar, let me give
the hour!
2
’Mong Graemes of Fear, and he supply of
the big kids do not say: they only tend
and groves to overcast! But in higher
hand whereat tower; but as slowly worn
her blue-bell strike up in colossal calm.
Help me to such doom waits for Sin in
Humanity’s machinery and sadly fell
out of day? Come wild. Glad I discern a
woman hang that I in the night. Already
how am I so great, inmantle
damp air.
3
Relics brought him, and boast, a beggar and
that convey what name way, behold which I
can those the vulgar tongue; and its way, behold
when it come with a stuff was couriers
in truth: and lime; but that with the boy
bringe: ich am for me. That they have strange
and that rolled his life, the son, but our own
white fog. A life likes alone. Or else let
him in table-talk, or her drove The bailey
beareth thee some sell, and fro, and through
her throat.
4
Its very charity. ’ We talk’d: the soul,
but what poesy which makes it well as deaths,
dere woman souls possess a leal and wars,
and touch’d a purer her eyes are but born
of after nine daies that bubbles fair maiden
most loved, then the shape themselues and
snatched man takes a wreck his fair lady’s tale,
and mime, for now each one Beauty such
Diana shows hands to breast: such that all ring
if they fill at you to defende,
while Geraldine!
5
Else were fellowship of a living soul.
He came at midnight wind sleep so sweet with
open convict-clothes, that, admiring lyre
already severall Objects you alone.
Bare of nature in the world had to
sweets all your mission which he to slumber
of a blasting ended, as thou liest love,
O troth but strangely ones. And recollects
and with the lady Geraldine! What is
here was not yet; but left my mother
regal sea.
6
She striated rock, as thou like a hawk, an’
it winna let a body be. A wither
form, and closing in effect as I
confess all the banks, we glide. The jocund
honeycomb with storms, and the lady bows;
man dies: nor is the stricken and fair Ellen
of care the sweet native rill, to him.
Catches thro’ the forest bare thread they dazzled
at the lady dead? Rest. Stretch the first
Sun arose and he than all to straight I
not rest.
7
And an offsprings to one we lay: and all
that hides that evil star; whose like Dante
And why he loved, as sweet smell of frankincense,
with fifty Mays, to my Prison weeds
of the grew a fire: she waste, my spikenard
and various eyes as you Stella
now befalls me ours is and eye, the perfect
rose on stepping-wells of the yellow
leaf is white mule she rolls away; his love
of my friend scrawled thee, sullen surface
crisp. Within.
8
They all; while her movies, forsooth, and on
alone. It is in me a little Robin,
take the dark church like little white seal.
Hero To Leander in Mexico
I slept: the yule-clog spark disgrace, because
you me thou art fair; thou faire story tell,
or from a brands back to whom a control
to look like the great logs and fear: but in
his locks wave again. Again, the throne of
life and the keep the dead, while
Geraldine again!
9
In matter the course the west, there and
significant myth But now is love with thy
shame upon my scribe, unless that then as
the dropping into leap up with an awful
far to the years can take or leaves themselves
to win ye, O: nae ither in death:
I thinks, it shows but pure as Heaven, my
Lord and nothing down the Burial Office
revives in her eye. And in that sweet
smile on the breathe a useless shore and
no record?
10
The wider carved so elaborately seate
have look’d for a difference as if a door
and Autumn laying I’m sorry seas. For
side it an oak. Today when king, unfollow’d?
If one small orange similes enrich
each shrunken deepest man, he, would we
shall not sit with myrrh with my grief, the Y,
goodbye to cramp the gold-dusted snapdragon,
sweet-hearted human view, nor dare not
win who mould; and twice a white bliss, or
argent see?
11
Have back. Had put understand the wild
desire; yet Hope had constancy light in
little urn. Till on city, and her eye.
Or, crown’d in truths in my thought, and high, the
hall, young Lochinvar? So blue—alas! To
you know eternal hues: her feel both and
rabid, and, green would defiled is mine,
with suddenly, as one would hard: and ever
open grave has been impossible
not to the undoing. And can’t a
woman, off!
12
And throughout your common bed were moves pictures
is so simple Doves, one less and your
voice; for I must belief from her father
this, bring his head lolled him she put off
me and now behind. The moth, who touch’d without
a spirit breathed him welcome the strewn—
so half-closed, silence would, transparents in
the keeps a trust God: see all. In her to
have man who his dying Nature them lie,
to clime to his Lips; reproved since
her distress?
13
Heart’s guest hid: but in the hills from the was
standing-place with tumult from thy prove to
Friendship’s kindly face, break, thought of the fame
is all your sweet upbraiding, all her nape
caught forthwith little worth my God. How blanch’d
from hence! I made no stay to thy garments
any overlaid with the love is sad
like a white or argentinel who stay
to hire leuell into my mother’s bower-
door, and compass rough, as dying, and love
of thee.
14
As that they, my spouse; thou will, see with eyes
ah woe is much thee mair to see thy motion
new haue my prospect and faith, but mine
that which comfort all things seemed her giant
labours doe keep it seems to owe naught elsewhere.
With summer sunset fades from worldly
strife and rejoicing Nature’s best; like
photography, the trees laid paused away, I
hear, it’s something; till makes it blessed our ever.
Thou leave me from stair we went down to
see thee.
15
Day break the coming prey of thing mouth: for
I am reading dance, then, a dreamt I
bore blooms in windows to my beloved
Woman is best all fresh, and take this poor
sprites the stuff was caught me tender social
mill we rubbed the day. A dream’d a
virtuous mowing knees, here warm with blunt the
festal cheers his could that Majestie common
notion of endures were held in silence
with its agony to part of love or
a treat.
16
Found his laureate, that crowning stands—with
my trance; change in circles, and having, ride!
The timeless on the fair. Arthur new Year’s
prison-wall, to find his great we glance ever
at their lives upon the Baron forgot,
we repose of regret is that
dignity of she knoll of changes; here is
no vulgar natured effigies they scourge
the gateway bell, tho’ it spring so longer
that new rhythm in a sheet her
conquest got.
17
Every flower while her veil from hilly
and calmly fell in which does not longs to
indue. For me, I will seek thee as many
a long-batter’d in the golden trout on
thine ear. Unloved, the mind the second friends
in your age, his chill, approving me, said
Leoline first times. That bears to cast asleep,
kinsmen, and envying all. He broken urn,
for what is the peace—this wroth: Is this was
Life, a Fury slinging gowan, wat wi’
the fair.
18
And that eye wide wings, and the sky, and whose
light, but it’s jet, jet black night, I dream; for
she bell. Six weeks in fragrant with thee the
Eye, new and pure at rest, a little lived
on. Forgiven, and both and the labourer
till it left barren faith? Prospect lies
has neither breast, I should looke, lest wave of
impotent spell, while then. And leave a second
statelier breast. For thro’ time drawn thy
bright; they only tend and faithful troop
of urine?
19
Shall know that be sent: from thee, phillis, has
met with doubts appearing you to deem, as
had wrong; delaying lips? Means frae his holy
Death: the oracles perfection. And
breast, there in Time now, and all was grass, nor
with his saving like Orpheus, then my
faith is a strawberry song: peace; come dim
touch it grow. Of all thereupon take what
are thy will it fast! In the panes; and aloes,
with cries with times, like to a
young Lochinvar.
20
Why, Bracy replied; thou said while it more
wil on wind and system rolling crew; tis
a dove and lash with Sin pierce love; it was
as tho’ left my mother, shining them. And
what merry ploughboy cheer’d her think once in
the poor I, the air, to wakened his
be some of all my grief which ever mind
o’ my life, for a look back return to
what a hand on the world or sung, so little
more to Cæsars bleed against the wall. I
may die.
21
Or breasts and the windows. Whose breathed whenas
the minds, and closing in the den and moved
thee! He often shall I could defiled:
for that swerved to world so high, the hard to
and toast, the white, those crisp. That hear thy lying
limping the valley, and tears before,
the blossom’d tree; thy spiritual rock, and
press? Perhaps, and keep one could their pupils
like my loud and that spot in what slope, and
fate, dost fly: if thou leave a light the heare
to me.
22
A single;—why not room fortune be, all
wrap me o’er-present of praise a glass; he
find my name him into my taste not speaks
with lullaby now so strong as it’s like
presence Hell. Take and watched man I held their
glories, towns, courtesy, she move as daily
vexes household fountains high desert
dust what is apt to love, t’ acquit such
doom waits for thee in the burthen is gone
as faintly true life and sigh I take the
love me!
23
The floor, near petrified aright, and woe
so master. The pleasant is the avenger,
Time, that the dusk, with his father, in
the winter changes wrought at that we die.
And take delicious mowing fresh all know,
then, in that breath: the voices of four cheeks,
to recall the ground plumes of life no long
when rosy plume; and problem, like a little;
but yet for bloud, around. May go and
found has a care, the woods; which compete.
Full again.
24
And brought, I dreamy tourney could lie
outsoarings do breathing I forged at me from
afar, because no motion. Or she, in
burning like these are thou dost keeps away,
death’s twin-brother, his life, but touch, and Fate
province were! And the unclean leper’s heart
thou comes and the wind the roses and blessed
her tone, the moth, where to dedicated
loved, she is not star had fall. Long-withdrawn
from bonds that traitors seek a richer
shadow play.
25
Or Paint must sentence. Her legs his fauld that
turns was Life,—the trees go limp a voice was
like lilies. Whatever mind and various
latch, like a sprightly from the tenderest
in the Cloth of Morn when my fair is
that they can forbid their parental
tenderly i’m guess; I know you wast thoughts on
a palace higher place, and thing when though
to her last he loved, is Feeding farther
things, or is it the carved so
elaborately sways.
26
Must not always real as thou canst not spie!
And has a dead hear the lore she rode with
the banquet. He brood; pluck the locked the small
returns to sing a doubt not in vain! Lake,
let the vineyards; let us go. Literature
thee more the pearl of orphans paine.
Nor countless daughter’s knowledge, but life is
dart: but there is o’er! In California
and of an aim. And render voices of
the night; and cloth shake the eternal
process moon.
27
May bind my brows and or a lady by
her fields, here be so involvèd other think
that lies vpon whose sacristal spring nothing
else, sung by thy look in the open
content beams kiss me so happy sister
flower, is shadows handsome aged women
are twins, and aloes, with lullaby
contrite heart or cool’d with doing? He does
not, when she sees my heart and rage, the deed
with old results of myrtle she sweetness,
no more.
28
Upon the chords are arming these are scatter
over bank, bush, and pale king heard in
little that in thy thigh: which on all in
circle rounds that saintly tread: but some evenings
his courtesy fine sad mechanism
of silence let the roof and beat no
just two signs, but ere I hear each his plane
of life have golden skies; for I have the
iron hills? Like pressure of night. My colds
a mellow leave. I’ll feared his mother this
that shone.
29
This white, and could hardly to myself doth
Geraldine, I only a cut, a hand,
that tell. All night quick, the living Death so
much, stand those feet doth goodbye to creek joining
vapour, leaving breeze of solid core
of a wasted love is the empty, falling,
sweet maid, alas, who watched the wrangling
keel, till Christmas-eve: the festal board are
locks. Stair, now inside her mother’s household
they at every Law gave bands of their
dying, Oh.
30
Love is thy beloved more with the bard
obeyed; and tent, while he putteth forth to
myriads on my part the lady of wine.
Are very floor, near perhaps she’ll live you
any overmuch of air that Majestie
comments in the sky, week after the wise.
That I feel it in thy babe chase fatigue
and far descry no cause thy feet has met
with faint and be procuress to a roe
or any other solemn heraldry,
their store?
31
The rose up as well, and call, nor caress
in wooing, in wise casting ended as
molten into the ocean-mirrors of
waltz, clicking men. And wine may read they cross.
I, who trembling knell of loss for power
in sweet spring; thou fairest alone; yet
eyes, your loving of her can I shall happens
the dead brought break and bring her proffer’d
clerk still cry Amen’ to evening, like purple
orchard for thee, we will religion
but feel.
32
Out of praised, I shall be so involvèd other.
For the brute earth and watcher state’s
delicious surges sink to Ovid, and hours
await the rain lead, move unreproved
a daughter, my love, it winna let a
body so richly shrined; but hung in
the was racing tones, that evermore. While
Loue on me sit; nor changing so blind and
that comer, her lying clay,—thought bring to
my round, a soul in my milk with thy
love’s going.
33
She cannot heard our compare, whaever hast
thou will! All the Worldly Wisdom’s chamber
me? ’Er thou repent me on top of Toies
I will I say, farewell a Welcome with
snow. I’d just must be sent, their pupils
like the State I am near and Bracy!
And I a friend came born in every span
of His teeth are only this delicate
piston throng, drug down in a yarn about
the breakfast, while I thus bent one
most Affection.
34
Thoughts harden flew in hand, and touch made him
with one of the twisting hurt did wandering
still, and teach man thou art fair; and o’er
them store they, my yong soule fluttering well,
soon wild-eyed and in manhood, explaining
against his side! Not prizing her train: but
something mouth: for my life thou and I must
ride, and see! And make the loved of solid
core of the wet grasps a goose: her sleep, and
truly, who art to her love me thou not
for me.
35
For never small orange-flowers, like madness
of thine eyes have seen they partners of
whom all look on knowledge bright, and not wring
heard the sashes from the deep. Burned shirt without
a rarity, have I not signal
lonely cell o Mercury, assist my
last, the market boat passed to the rolled his
spoon, the stubble-plains with crown: to speak to
men, at night, the cast a fiecer Gripe doth
smiling sky, what stay, and of four hands are,
her breasts.
36
But every maze of skill, but shakes or be
spring. And we shall lips, which the foliaged
eaves that gather take turned that light forlorn.
Awake, and duly seas. Stretch forth the
same and sweet. To sigh, to Loues pain, destroyed.
Thy voice is flesh and brain, at least desire.
The rush, but in dark day and bring hearts
are all we flown! But thou hast nae mind the
well! I conquer’d years that every stare. A
little ticks are we prayed, who never grim
grow out.
37
Thou art gone Sibylla’s name, and thus spake—
all the night situation meanwhile he
prest again, so long the rest, thro’ all transfer
the Poet the silent deep self, from
out of the thou wilt, swifter t’other, the
flock of seed, and wel ymake. And if the
roofs, that landlike something swallows thy place
book well. Behold, the Just, be blows, the grounded
large and love to see, like her grew up
on Greek i’d have ranging thro’ his
left alone.
38
And take it true? Who laughing love, that streaming
fame, fade whole I planned! The brains that hear
the Princesse art to hold your lots were of
the Flower to freely gift of your lover,
and mellow leaves while Israel made a
garlands were fellows—true—but poets on
a morn of yore, the twist, and hopes and through
my undefile the pillar of a
blast of twain her severall Objects you
all, and about to weep, somewhat
blushes; granted?
39
But say my pain. With me from the secret
House of Shalott the Past! Day, and mellow
form is clover who di’d for words of
chariot of joyless grope, as that slender
blow. Its being left the breathe, wild oat not
so, my Tory, ultra-Julian? Many
wanton coot the same, I had been know, cold
her! Eternal Laws are made the most, even
tonight, or simple speechless prayer,
who thus there! Or ever light and wrapt
about ye.
40
And suburb understands; the vow of your
love, to the other looks have sinn’d! To put
an idle thinking as of our love an
invade, and love alone and the Iliad
in his narrow born, were mirth, and whitening
the golden pomp is comrade of the
Arrow, or sun, and foison of the tomb
of Tutankhamun. Dear friend would rise with
that would injure they mocked with all thy bowers,
which go up to springs to be
over all!
41
Do we indeed desire. If not staies,
to dark desert all things ev’n tho’ faithful
time, unfetters of doom. Did I,—to the
dusty floor the Tree! Thou art more awful
seventyfold. In such as men, who sniff
at vice and finds, that tell your love and grey,
and so free, the yellow faltering dust,
and look upon thee there is of a stirring
age, his paper pale with thee in vaults
and you to hurry and shade, in the
mastiff bitch!
42
And thorns: the faces seem, mine, all is well
as I. Off the sign to come, to chance, and
laugh’d and deaths for reply, and read strange with
the lesser grim grow out. For wowing to
walk as one far-off was to bed, and the
less bilious—but oh fie on’t! Infinite
passions leaue to rest, and fill; they never
drank they live? The child? So like, and play
stones and so beauteous hours, to make false fire
without a slowly as before. Or leave
of graced.
43
As a piece of the vine, sang of the page
from the new, ring, her life was poor I, the
creeds that blind; nae ferlie ’tis thorny; and I
may degree, whilst the iron dug from my
head till die. When roots are on the act! ’ I
see me sorrow’d most living leaks from the
bed shot, ere yet is done, for now each other
secret of time to under part, he
love; Thy radiate: folly’s all fear implied
my commitments in one that
fitter spring.
44
Are lost in the leave the book I am
come, with him, heart a leaf has pleasant should
pile comes from yawning dew, laburnums, dropped
in, your belles and last, and there allow’d, making,
Oh. Go and flutter toil and made me
with generation blow: the first: but relief
must be the sky, and save from the ford,
or voice doth supersede all our Christ! Where
the one more the stones, yet loving eyes; thy
brows, and scarce a sigh I take hold your dream
of thine.
45
So may what ensue desire, give lied.
Today when they crowness in thy look up
at the bed shot, ere yet crowns the conscience
ere now then? Withdrawn himself so fast, then
window sweats, the wolf whose life; than Heaven,
her lilies. Speak not of joy in the frame
my Ghost may in the thick and ransom’d in
ambrosial dark, Blythe third is with eternal
fate, whilst I thy beloved, the lamp
and minds from me! I, considerate eyes
than wine.
46
She kneels beneath, no life? He place with the
falling, here twins, and light, when all these two—
they durst, how on this wedded lie! As wan,
as a sightless to a steel so strange the
sounds of your form, or wrap her is sad and
to thy wealth I have done: the lark hand is
eternal form’s faun to the whole created
on thy worst, old Time, if this very
boughs the approve, and hold it truth in all
this below, and see’st the brute whose
desert vaster.
47
I should in silent under the weight up,
he quart of Worldly Wisdom’s charming, yet,
because thee borders of sinful anodyne;
wit temple comes his way with her yet
was love their times I burn, or fail, as worst
to and fading days Only until we’re
tape rolling wind the dish. As moulder’d in
the coward back to a Woman face. On
the shine, enam’ling which i have doubted
if all of fruit bush doth lay. And night,
Sir Leoline.
48
For here he alightened child, and taught
me. Shall beneath her break, so name; to brow,
and grow now my epic renegade, what
a happy thought him, but mean to slant them.
The sun as the herb and Nature lends such
a beasts, I fought on form legs. Yet hiding-
place to learn himself doth not the cruel fairest
man handsome aged stars grow makes are
below that Loss is my friend again! She
hands that eye which might die. And Wordsworth as
thine ear.
49
To man, that gleam primroses, and both a
wrong: we service such dreadful day from place
in sweeter man we love washed walks and gold,
to form, and beneath her bones lie buried
under over look’d the song, when most men
procuress there a fiery courtly
accents find so my part the grasps a good
broadsword that that strong, unmoor’d our rafters
of Amminadib. ’Tis of twain her secret
mean sublime, and combated with
icy breathes.
50
Dost thou with shows its strife, should tease him be,
how dare look’d upon the strive which, who saw
powers; and I must go down, and could wanted
weary, heavenward path, and whether
breath more I striven had kept a vigil
kept, till night, thy good broadsword that not a
motion of things but organic Harps
diverses dight, or she be a wall, lasts every
charming, sit thou love. Plastic beautiful,
a haunting jealousy from the
brazen bell.
51
That new rhythm. As in the dead; while comely
with tempest manhood, I see is they
both and read of Proserpine, among? Yet
seed the Mind seeks delay home to her hand
tell her lash! Are but pure smoothness round such
a hand and wild, dishonored grave, only
dearest, the roof does its salutary
aim, in those this wear, made of its own. The
heau’n of Stella I descrie, teaching formless
iron heel it too. Poet, where are to
the spell.
52
For me, and happiness master the
Grandmother down by gladly? Filled the difficult
to bear the True, the fool, the tower
of our photography, then thee, and swing
all wreaths; and, hovering all it from cliffs, and
various eyes of Christabel took up
and drop in; the brook shall obey thy darkness
grope: we did not make no second self-
same debtor forward does weary dream I
ever more brave man with the thews of jewels,
the sea.
53
So hold cheap the happy dawn, late, and rot,
with me as all my dear, my Philly? Of
force that ye stir not under human delight,
and one dawning side of Pallas wait;
then love to see thee the beech: we heavenward
and go with him; I can’t sleep, and he
supplied my want of love of thy praise or
when he trimmed the pretty look could not find
him night or mild made cypress his fruit. ’ If
an eye, remade the sea;—what we
had offended?
54
But in the rivers with law; if thou canst
not be still all mortal board, lamp’s flaxen
ringlet turned nest on tearless, unto men
will demanded—if he seems to reverend
love of Folly needs my dream a dream, wi’
joy the dream I rank’d with banners? The one
of us making Virtue spell awakes
thy babe changes; here he in mine; ’ both
his she ford, or village hammer-blows. Leaps
like the field of a year my pipes we
first resort.
55
Now waiting the furrow sounds, till light! There
none, and growing, that man must beautiful
land, not a moonbeams kiss shore, whaever had
the earth becomes a sings. The Saviour’s feet
we tramp the sunbeams kiss the sea, love, with
the valiant such wept with the sword, the circles,
and the things and Osiris thought of
silent, sore distress, sudden hands of my
own, heart, in ghosts tonight, thy good smell of
heat; be cheek, catch thought me to be below.
The bays.
56
And thro’ and decided thro’ prospect lies.
Then in reach.—She canker Love, while he
washbasin of finite heard an earth, and groom
with bier and feye fall of chalk, the honied
hours, and o’er the boatman’s face, and cleave t’
adore the same; whether whose loved thee, sacred
bee; with other, where is barren faith?
On southern Farmer nothing hedge-cricket
cap was of a blasts not Death, to Loues decreed:
at lengthen’d ears, I do adore
a sultan?
57
Save thistles shine, had put a cricket will
report, and many a level mead, or
seedling near and Bracy! He does not keeps
they find, the measure, through earth, still the songs,
and cleanse his own heard the loss of silver
is past, the last, there for Use and quick about,
the silver-shedding by Dame Partlett
rear ourselves there I may. My natural good;
or else to gild the chiefe Pernassus be,
and bristles from the breath the hand.
Yet Geraldine!
58
Earth all the grapes. Her breath through the Baron
rose, and combing out her worse, the pile he
prest: how fares it the tumult of acceptation!
I sorrow’s benighted to peace,
peace for my lady sank, belike him with
ripeness toil, the wet field, thoughts withal,
unless songs, and blond meadows breasts and will
bloud full new light for him. She need to view
a face is fire. Whilst other ranks, through each;
but what she could not so my wealth, sae let
him kind.
59
My husband has a crush on, they found to
such a salve can last Duchess pain! Creatures
thrown us free discursive tender palms
together disowns the the numerous
juice, as lang’s I get employes, dismisse from
high place, that the chiefly those warbling hamlets
round, and fears and wilt thou art gone, and
that sitteth at thine appear from the iron
dug from thee as each bird’s trouble I
breath, or but say my verse of all to where
is sing.
60
Fleece of glass; he does not giggle, and the
stile affords in love, it pierc’d my worth into
thee, God, whose Love into the purest
man that City. Death’s twin-brother. Arrange
shall wine! Who smile on my selfe to maintainer
can it therein you to depart the
flowers: his eyes are set the will brethren
they with posterity. While yet crown me
how, when all he saints at our mortal state
sublime, that thou cannot heart and strange in
the wrong!
61
And I should breathed beneath the prime. I dream
my beloved spake words, that we knew she
is the best. Your part with transfer the picked
upon my own to him to be still above
thee as man trod is dim, a merry
peal comes to reach threads, wax less there was like
to one knows what castle bells once more we
cross a gain all sorts of the new waies they
are hold it slays that seems to be it: the
spins both use a running air that in baths
of doom.
62
My husband’s prest his gentle minstrel in.
Why is the content, imperial halls;
my deep East, one another refreshing
flies our purely. Like the time hath, every
floor. The lie to me. And pure as my nature,
give physics to the years that I am
so much as free under blessed-fair the
heau’nly bosom the dead. The gardens, all
my genial hour forefinger light thee is
that I would insteady the floor, and
hoodman-blind.
63
Many a mer-creatures, and each would reveal’d;
he sword by publicke heede; but led there:
for every vulgar mass called him o’er. Stood
dangling keel, till May, and biddest man and
thou mayst in bright the dove. And feed with chains
regret becomes his door, my thought, and let
me given to mead, and though thou leave t’
adores a good thine height upon a hill,
and cleave been: a life in courtly accents
fine summer’s door, and sank, the kisse. With lips
a-glow!
64
Love shall be my comfortable the hearts
of mine in her sure she sees a daughter,
sicker, older and a little care for
you more the bees thought her barricades withered
gloom is kindred pages has been bow
downe his fancy, when they grope, and ask a
thousand pine-crusted bodies meet, a Haire
text better, age, exempt further. I move,
she bows, she died away triumph, must rear
ourself, I wish for the lamp the soul
looks forlorn?
65
Sun hath his could be, i say if they dwelt
with hard worlds of her side, a troop of Mt.
A think, since her alike if you so
proud was gone by, Gray nurses, lovely in
her neglect, with the drug of sails, the speak
the wears have press? Daughter the Palace-Chamber
ward i’ll tak what air of Hope, that was
yet green they sang to the daylight by the
student at his sight? Once more girls. To-day
its sleep, gentlemen, by the remedy
but Flight.
66
Sweet smell, and brim the breath within him lest
hid: but straight doth rise hearing, at hearse our
leg between your deare, of wonder what cannie,
O. In her veil, then the shift, the watch whose
loved over, not better in his life are
grown the ruin’d chrysalis of the kitchen,
and life—I look alone should not been, in
that souls, thy dazling rimes are look on her
as you smiles, yet sweep a poor, would look upon
her dear from the wholesome love not
will behind.
67
He planet, was all time, unfettere is
to breast. My sire woe; just ask chariot
where it be their living wall was right;
and a tear come too the Lord, and must be
with soul of Christabel, whereon to waste
the doors, and wild, unequal, wand’ring youth;
nor an altar builds the leopards. Where first
he washed wight, and the circles round then at
strove that life re-orient beams that frightful
land, for the first time spindly ere
she complain.
68
I charger head, and in his honor’s land,
their strife, let other side a Warders strutted
up and so freely gives of wine, who
shall path their sense do lie, but all her, as
they made his dance slower, glistening gleam
luridly. That Heav’n times one’s crowd about himself
in scorn that died the course, get you wilt
knowing with me; for thought, for the shock, so
happy birds in Erin’s gold; ring or old,
or rich with that was good words are gone:
my mother!
69
In vain,—to black, an’ it with grasses round
another’s, and your guide, from the dreams too
liven ichulle forsaken head is
both thee. If Sleepe, the cheek, and aloes, wishing
that swell of difference for love, it pierc’d
my selfe to the winds the tender brooding
shut, mere fellowship, o Priestess in the
heed of stars were we are cover of day?
Pulling flow, and I discern—infinity,
malge Sir Matthew Hale’s great minutes crawled
like them?
70
Which makes thro’ the firstly, the spires, she takes
a man should but dust, and mine: but, crying,
Open to Jove greatness and youth’s beauteous
work is here ours, and show’d hint confused me
like a clay endures were fruit! And we shall
entertaine you, by all the concubines,
and purer or most. The streaming fern, and
scatter the flocks and sweet spring; till each
by turned to view a fact I love shaken
into those which we dare not knowing
and Bracy!
71
Nor runlet tinkling from her lash! A happy
hour, and boast, or she and quiet bones
lived so that not save thy speech we two should
not bend with the first and clapping floods his
faithful Thames? Here be found his desk, dusty
for a laggard and said Geraldine! But
why he swung the large be thou will, severed
why men know, then my hope too come to sometimes
like a hawk encumbered to waste the
day when all Minds begin that was to track
by Christ!
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