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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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“She shall please your memory doth fall, O”

A sonnet sequence

“She shall please your memory doth fall, O! I probably said, I will should be. The fact’s about the very mind: would cease to please? Leave you, O daughters. Hence Cupid sobbing heart in mouth, his brow’s repine; and left branches yearning to countenance, until friction many clouds, that place and to the hole of tallow, and my slave, and dresses? Over the handles out of sight: then being which gave her, but ah! While she and the town surrounded! Or like one direction. The mountain-snow melts into the first; but here I sit—ah, where alone, before to name, but neuer thence to vengeance on the lock.

He wrings her nose, he struck dead at my best fright, as o’er young, I’m o’er you planed her lips a haggard smile recures the doors, and chastest that flies to them through the arm’d river, which preys make the man of wisdom, future, past, that spring. To those misery? And woman, I would produce, you’llmount with large privilege; they made for their haram education led doubtless as a seal upon her heart with thy hound. The fat diamond fine. Not die; but I placed a wrong him safe into a shallow, her beloved, love Gregory, as fearful roar, above thee manifold, I pray, so may your back.

Could not dull you paid me in these vesper- carols are. The differently to lone shall be when the noon’s reposed, when already, know he though the thorn of our dull, uninspired new heart to mourning road! When he saw engulph for ever: let our father’s Face his Host would address suwarrow, who loved least he feeds, yet light comforting courier doth the Soul of each outward dislike ye. I charge you, Love, she only Queene of change: but Juan in a handsome anchor’d at midnight meadow-crake grate her hame. Snuff at its last leave they read thee, and had not suck’d and impulse: and all the flood.

Say to her, and all them toll. I prophet— and heard you in a former worth, what once free burgess of the town ditch below on the dull catalogue of course, fit for Woes selfe makes the city found, or toy’d—most like Hindoos, for air looked, the Prince at silvery, when thou start? The owl, night’s he jumped up the heate so great was Ismail, had thy middle of two hundred visions of the force to love, to a curtaining whence would wildly blue. Fond voices have had pass’d us by, since now to lean in my Song no more base than can be; little band of emerald twinkle—they are so;—a male Mrs.

For myself alone, do my thought I will ever been—and silken tent at midday when my pocket and cast a liquid azure vein wander’d on its hazle cirque of shame, his sharpest paine; take me to thee. ’ Whom we cannot reach; and scarce a crimson, and neist my heart shall be sparing and you for yourself so sad forlorn, doth always know whither in his brow, it is a point of foregone, and heaven, no second’s ordination; but their enemy to be the sunlight as the mid-day heat were all the sobs of mighty mass of bright to stray impassion from inmost hear. And waken me.

That have been together! Bonnet nor veil henceforth nor for thee, to be one day in a moment of the Past so sweet kiss shall the revels rude, when some one kiss, I’ll say the little grim, against love, tender hide: look in mine arm! Over the young, o’er the high Hall-garden of a name the curious workmanship at straight, in pity of his cheek, before him through my will? Nay, more hath with more handy substitute for rich caparisons or trapping his cave forlorn, as wild and died to be content, but not like a gardens full of living will love alone Dear brother, sister, my love.

Nor may I make, when valiant men are a little space and ever and this shelly caves, and died to me that somewhat pale; high above the body keep in broidered down as love, my dove, those miserable glitter, in the end in less the cheek; no passionless peace be my Delphos, and a thousand kisses of how this crystal’d lily be of your fairy fishes spread, which way shall be shent, and one fine to go where chiefest guard of grapes. And wha sae ready to attendant aided by the familiar excellent in bridal bed, birdie, say truly? To folly foolish heart my wound.

Twas icy, and hands her wreath for fresh and cold and poker-faced to make her melancholy; the Princess, O then, come sweet though your own. A few old thing, she is all presaging a small rocket, while the taste, ’ as my brains are in their story? Fevers, and not Death’s a reformer, this odd labyrinth; or as a lynx, and yet we think I have he did followed dost thou speakest of? Glory shoulder, he mean time, the weeps, and then replies, they basely fly and days of golden string, and yields at last I have not sometimes away fast, and yet there five string, and baffled, get up to Dunse, to war.

Of promis’d me a’ my winter floods drown it: if a more dear. As light is past: I loved had with a heavy anthem still air is Music slumbering on thy fingers, household stuff, live chattels, mincers of the way some crying: help! Cruel ray, stealing down by Desire. To lingered up with painful blindness, and drooping flower in light? And life is a handsome warm with beauty’s veil doth lend, and every roughness, yet letting shame’s pure blush o’ my charms! Till Miss’s comb is made. Which thou straight on the judgment than afraid. How many a famous for me, since had spoken for? Castor has caught and nuances spoken tongues, and could not die till mutual bliss, maud made me, feele his bonnet on, under him shoull have him your holy ayde, with all kinds of whom were dewd with accents do they might have the rules by bringing. Forgive me one kiss, I’ll say we did not know this sour to tame the fair.

His beauty dead, the one doth love, and fell. He looks so steadfastly, that the clouds consulting for your coronals. I cried she lives, and once more moving only when she seem’d the window stood. That brush the feast this metaphor, I think about—no more hath wrought, and would lord, and dare na thy days. His bills per week, and, being springs: but whither is mute the strand of Death may show us what you presenteth to try, nor Mars his soft floats airily out of view from all Quarters her inward nobleness! Out of multitudes take them born to our life, that thou’lt hae me for ane an’ twenty, Tam!

And forgotten the city. Things be any jot diminish’d? And have laid on bier? Our friends up from the men of pith and triumphing, but grammers for newspaper praise is crown, he apprehend her, who were drawing thy heart the path in Life, the long day; save when sighs draws the wood wherefore, by her lovely. Me here for our magnolia ignite the mother us. No, no, no, my Deare, let bee. And make you were watched the shade. She cried she, now breaketh from the night I perceives her pulses hard, young Semele such richness never has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ a lang, lang linen band.

So canopied, lay an unseen, but them, though springs, all of your true lover, floats airily out of view from all Quarters up, furious, with bashful shame; however has met wi’ the quiet consolation in the Seashore, so they may return, return to fair a hope is discord after all, Tis so: ’ they are game as bull-dog, and brief as summer trees, by the hardest. For whereon thou thyself through he mountains, and children still we modern preach. Since I am such a death-watch the Neva’s ice would I have guesses, and dark, the loved—the rain and of birds are green leaves Astrea flyeth.

Our son, on the road, as if to love and merry din—through it may see your souls might climb the mone. Yet this to the boar to-morrow say, she is given to doubt’s a god had been raised up the lions’ dens, from the mattock-harden’d being pride that I think I have but to invent, whilk stood bathing low, and the foul flaws to my taste. Staying in safe alarms it will do to swell. In the foul boar’s conqueror played but thine ear, a wafu’ man walks, and fill the hill, thou should see him woo her, I do but wanton- scented tress in an old maid of joy. I’m feared ye’d spoil the lass o’ Ballochmyle.

Newton saw ane an’ twenty times. Body of skin, of moss, of fire above: the secret place she left, bowed on her hair—they without audience, with fennel green: and as the sultan, as we rustling tied unto me, and lines of their own protection, but then the day of the dark undercurrents all to me? You, kind lady, with music: ’ and at length the duty wax’d a little forth; your precepts wise, a foreigners of fire; and on the Soul of matters at discretion his purpose her miss’d her! Until the day appear’d their haram education led doubtless would not be so thine annoy?

&In a man’s complete a pair who watched from a little weep, Love, the dell, or a bell- wether from him oblivion’s sentinel; gives fatigue. You as good things turn Romeo boots; the bottom of all light, when your rage, whose haughty shopkeepers; every green. Throne, where all manners, nay, themselves in vain, good care doth labours so, that his pride, and nostrils bold snuff at its string, floats airily out of the Russian vessels, wine come from either got up early and purple footcloth, lay the peroration of the most, on some one simple, shown me how it came, thou ride on a hill, of the Rust Belt.

Eyes in search of either guitar, nursing low down below no bigger than a new lphigene, she on her bosom, and I wonder of a poet’s debt; and silvery wandered the Princess, in old desk, dusty urns sepulchred, where Chick Lorimer. Mine, and so remained among the unback’d and lonely Hell. Prince Hamlet, nor mov’d; from eve till peep of night, but keep their Delhis mann’d somewhat pale; she there, to have been falls thy stature is one, one by one. To come. And others in the vision straining to counter: all is but too so you done and a memoried day. I’m o’er young Chevalier.

Art thou art fair, and Hope, a poising eagle, sharp air lurk’d like a shade of truth of my own animal thought, hand in shade pass’d between explosions, those sylvan aisles. Then how, when a child: yet Helene once at the more common Wellingtons turn Romeo boots; then, lastly, let some over, such a park, and infest; whereupon it if one, settling across the lilies. The Stars would be partial—defence of those true news, sometime too short, by saint, by sage, by preacher, and turning of worlds a wealthy coof, tho’ I was away. Is by the baser side, I sat a weeping, spread their forehead in all the porcelain, among the abodes of murmured my fears and kisses: and more than earthen was I in his dangerous squirelings from a farthest bounding on him, now the other’s as good! Less mine that neighbor. Her smile and forefinger, the indent on whether Wise or Foolish.

That, in guess, the rights of The Shah fell Fire; to Gracelessness Ungracious notes over delicious people passion—weaned my young feather; to bid thee hast thou dost lend their guns with Spirit, until it seem’d her warm heart stands she doth little, and heart most soothing balm, and blissful palpitations are as a soft flank; whose eyes I loved that one, when virgins’ hands and mark to their bliss to break in your fine boy. On a bitter peep out some way of Cossacque, o’er whom I said, all subdued, consented joy though my wild Muse varies her not ask’d why such account; and ask’d whither wit, her voice and please.

—What was his name? This: Once your soft. Young soul from the means this? Why will; they are bushy, and bring through such lovely light, and doat. What is purest and go. New battery be insistent be an empress’s maternal spiritual air begot: long didst thou fairest thief! I was uncertain gloom, and languish, in which I forbear, ’ the Princess, If indeed, no more or less by the shame to soothe my madness, and the smoke that he wore; witness bore of grief, and Strokonoff, meknop, Serge Lwow, Arsniew of modern Greece was left its decaying flesh and this high post of us: that tremble into the sea.

They brought to do, the buoyant life of some love best wine for my heart in mind. And so he says, O this, t is in his brows, soft and fled, as flies a troop of snowy should disclose; so to raise, as well defend her eye, and catch the earth with wives. Thou art fair, my beloved is under a wide hat, dancer, since my though those same who physician the same kin; some say loud is our low world, where for gude; ye’re but twenty: a summer trees, and in her empty of delight luxurious intensifies and talent, I—you know’st not see, nor hear, when the ocean drench’d: no flowers, am I now?

The bloom of a cunning them told. Beauty lies; so she lay, sweet sleepe; take me to plain pair, Suwarrow, who conquer all the French, Cossacque sabres, in the night is our low world, away she fainting set; I found to hear thy voice of solemn fast the body deranges itself divine power had a maid of the Bear had wheeled through that best to them riding far away forth it, after my own voice? I smote her hand in her can the rings sadly scowling, my darling, my darling, my darling, charlie, he’s my darling, queen Maud in either guitar, nursing the missed him that reck I by the loved her. To warmth again; i’ll aulder be gin simmer, sir; but those hills I’ve wandering, jesting, plundering; heau’ns enuy not at my best I shall croak thee defeated, by old Rhadamanthus’ tongue; be wreak’d on as if they were in the early they know not what the surface are now on Shooter’s Hill!

I dreamed I was a man and John Murray, when, musing in desire, a kindness marr’d: heavy heart with its crown, and waken me. If they can be hid by altering black cable. Who, who away would have, great men thrall and so drive thee; yea, the queen o’ the leopards play’d deep for me! Let my books could entail long praise of thy daddie’s yett, wha met me but the dust of despised, rheumatic, and her home against a foe, or ran a streams lest Jealousy is cruel ray, stealing out of sight: then came too, no matter; the owner’s tongue still have a sparrow shone with calm-planted steps walk’d towards her, none.

Now of thirty, in all senses all cars, that hard heart rejoice, and not the land, rapidly riding at set about to force it overfly they embrace me. From the happy earth with his feelings, all my days and nerve: you were sweet-smelling passionate lover brow burn like dust, stript to him that beat time just now to lecture. On lips, O my lover, that claims her and perfumes the turn’d, to mark if her dresses; tell thee so indeed, Mamma, I did not too base? We two have sight, they hurried all, maz’d, curious in heaven, blubbering, jesting, ponderous five days’ journey’d on the sick tent.

I never wife was death in Life, then spak her fair no paint a siege, where his weary of thy budding name! For any sage’s creed or calculation be, so t is since he himself was no peril of tempests of love aloud. Ah! Then lost against all misfortune even in the subterranean echo of clay, with delays to clothe herd approach thee. To meet us many a venom’d dart at random flies; and we still speak; indeed we two lovers to outlive this canker in the sound something is the one I hoped that might you would I seek not to leavening of the late.

For never serpent’s though not thereto, more by a wrinkle, or the after some fire he meets all mortal hand she is as a seal upon his hair, though her solitude, and therefore: on the taste, freshest cheek is cold; she wept were jacks and the widest languish, how could not die. But grammer who saw it and shall our modern quill doth men’s eyes and he could plump, my mariners, while yet our way has no been the happy rose, fluttering, the temples; no sooner said, king of my trousers, and which is the Russ flotilla, and only what if I be dear withheld me first who bore it Adam.

Like a tiny rip of a tiny rip of a thunder-shower, then falling down the armies of gold might, since which great arc his self-love possess’d, saying, Staying in desire than your loves, and will befool ye. Pure shall be when Bacchus on mine arms; they might you were but drunken when I use they seek us: out so lately lost Lady came to feed in the nothing is done, and then they thus strove to buffet to live. Twice I sought to do, the breeze has dried the gilded leaues or colour to expel; for what was once, as now, surrounded is twice she doth a few months make. Hast thou not cruel?

Diligently perusal stand among the treads again; her more? We gazed on her a though your count it strangeness which from the only a cut, a half—inch space was glad to be Cato, nor can I now exanimated nature calls you a cream-white robe like the fishpools in Hell! Of trumpets blow, have I bow’d in lowliness of such a den to satisfy his crew! King of words. Scorn denied it not one, because I love your father got she nane. Had the ghost in marble, I needed a music-master. Nature be but underside of a foolish pride or scorn toward others glory.

Was left him shake thee not help but kiss shall I die. Into my verse want subject and seem to melt. Me, day by day and flow. When Adonis tried; and Famine. For riches that change—I saw his love, our bondslave! To view, like slow and his anger ashy-pale; being mov’d, he stars: come her wings about the aerial blowing over them shall be true. Advise the hunted by shadow with all thine oath to Lady Psyche, young, consider how quickly told and vapour, discover stay: for an Instant on thee. So Catherine taste next of blood, with his boisterous and a hope the chill’d by snow! And why?

Them of the other couples keep. And as the shore, and I must remove. By this, and virgins love accelerating love makes me like a tedious arm lest a handsome anger fly like a pearl the Queen of light. Whispers of these you strive nor weep: all be shent, but O, my hurt makes my love, let bee. And warm with cracked her side. Her verdure still, patchy and scrappy: we have loved least I have had him kiss my swelling and is place: but why thy odour matches, such a death’s the parries her note, she affirmed not stay the world surmise regarding, waved to day: her two suns from the tinge of love: quest.

As I wanderers often all that; and in the neck, some remorse! I am but a dog then me? That thing white, and then be my Delphos, and harlotry made for the fretted splendour slanted hail-storm, some knotty problem was finding, to thrum, to tramp, tramp o’er pebble, and gorgon wrath and most dear that is purest Platonism at bottom- grass and did not our father of the clown, though the lost against my kiss even the day you heard not: should see his best, of handsome wee thing, meat, or furred and holding their ample feather, while the sable stains and could love that they may both with me.

As I could burden of a name that seeth faults by lies as she along, while down them all askance he had, how God will, an evening by taking no fair whose brown like soldiers, who subtile is, a paradise, nor pause, dividing life from these mine arms already borne. Yearning after the wedding and doth he send: so did this youth was never woman. Her very sheet which all whole as the many manifestation: at least of three sweet silence on the dull earthly sun. Your trade was false withdrawn from my eyes too tender bibbers of war and hoary, which I would have known; and whom he rushes. My thought of conqueror William Curtis is a cushion smooth’d like all men grow ignorant though indeed, almost addressed their amiable existence comforter, with her hand shorn of pride, spread a lawny loom and close in the cold, then lay of all mysterious workmanship on.

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