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Radio SunLounge Romania (April 13, 2023)

23:56 Linkin Park Feat. Kelli Ali - My December 23:51 Gary B - Love Rain Down 23:44 Project Blue Sun - Show Me What You Know 23:38 Green Lemon - Voz Interior (Meditation Mix) (Feat. Magica Fe) 23:33 Triangle Sun - Beautiful 23:28 Paul Hardcastle Feat. Maxine Hardcastle - Soft Rain 23:24 Blank & Jones - Sun Starts Smiling (Eclectic Mix) 23:18 Sambox - Locean Cafe 23:14 Phontaine - Million Dollar Baby 23:09 From P60 - You Take Me 23:04 Emotional - I Found It Again (Tom's V-mix) 22:58 Man In A Room - The Confidential 22:52 Premasara Council - Sensual Ecstasy (Original Mix) 22:47 Mathieu & Florzinho - All Forever One (Feat. Barbara Rebecca Boahene) 22:44 Late Night Alumni - Virtue 22:39 Creamy Chill - Tonight (Bar Lounge Mix) 22:34 Living Room - World Traveller 22:30 Clelia Felix - Hold On To My Love 22:26 Coffee Machine & Eriq Johnson - I've Got You 22:21 Truby Trio Feat. Marcus Begg - Universal Love (Arme Rootdown Round Midnite Mix) 22:16 Trinah - Let's Stay Together 22:11 The Maxwell Implosion - Tic Tac 22:05 Cane Garden Quartet - Into The Green 22:01 Sugar, Eva Kade, Evil T - All Around (Marsbeing Remix) 21:57 Future Loop Foundation - I Love Her More In Summertime 21:54 Kiwi Twist - Jazz Lady 21:50 Debris Of Theia - Cycle Of Life 21:45 Krystian Shek, Surya - Habitat 21:41 Martina Topley-bird - I Still Feel 21:37 Kasseo Ft. Cordelia O'driscoll - In Your Eyes 21:34 Brook Sapphire - How I Will Feel 21:29 Hacienda - Late Lounge Lover 21:29 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 21:22 Miguel Migs - The Night (Rk's Vocal Mix) 21:17 Dj Rico Bonetti - Chill Solution 21:13 Tabitha Jones - Wine Bar 21:07 Gushi & Raffunk - Sound Of You (Beat Ambasada Remix) 21:02 Science For Girls With Renee Cologne - Violets 20:58 Atb - Break My Heart 20:54 The Urban City Myth Club - I Feel It 20:50 Christos Stylianou - Kill Me Now 20:49 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 20:46 Mani Beats - N&n 20:42 Velvet Lounge Project - Contigo (Dj Sleeptalker Remix) 20:37 Twentyeight - In My Arms 20:34 D. Batistatos, Evita Saloustrou - After Dark (On The Road Again) 20:25 Djibooti - Shadows And Voices (Tom Tom Mix) 20:23 Van - Minha A Noite 20:09 Shamika Cox - Te Quiero 20:04 Mandalay - It-'s Enough Now 19:59 Sarah Mclachlan - Dirty Little Secret (Thievery Corporation Mix) 19:55 Mirage Of Deep - More Than I Can Bear 19:50 Cities Of Foam - Without You 19:45 Bobby Escobar - Playa (White Sand Mix) 19:40 Deeper Sublime, Krapan - Je T'aime (Original Mix) 19:35 Mandalay - It's Enough Now 19:31 Krystian Shek, Nashi Young Cho - Sweetwater (Vocal Mix) 19:25 Razoof Feat. Lady Alma - Jah Is Watching You 19:21 Cafe Del Chillia - Silencio 19:16 Sky Sergeant - Music Connection (Dolphins Mix) 19:11 Koolsax - Beyond The Sunset 19:06 Mark Watson - Wave Farewell 19:02 James Bright - Low 18:56 Openzone Bar - Night On Park Rouge 18:51 Cities Of Foam - Safe Inside 18:47 Blank & Jones W. Jason Caesar - Pura Vida 18:42 Jazz L'amour - Summer Dreams (See The Light Mix) 18:37 Naoki Kenji - Let It Flow 18:33 Lyves - Darkest Hour 18:29 Capa - Just A Shadow 18:25 Pat Appleton - Ageless 18:21 Waldeck - No One Here... 18:18 The Fairchild - One Day 18:12 Shakes Seven - What A Mess 18:08 Peter Pearson - This Way To A Dream 18:02 Leonardo Bertolotto - Doctor House (Original Mix) 18:02 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 17:57 Climatic - L'horizzonte 17:51 Max Melvin - Endless 17:45 Sunyata Project - Sudden Moments (Extended Mix) 17:39 351 Lake Shore Drive - Yellowcake (Feat. Blueberry & Picidu) 17:36 Bondax - All I Want (Pyxis Remix) 17:31 Atb - Some Things Just Are The Way They Are 17:26 Dj Alex Air - Flipside 17:22 Colibri - Plage D'amour 17:18 Dario J - The Lounge Again 17:15 London Grammar - Metal & Dust 17:11 Luke - Heaven's On Fire 17:05 Brook Sapphire - Welcome The Sun (Remastered) 17:00 Ayla - Open Your Mind 16:54 Lo64n5 - Retrogram 16:51 Lenny Mac Dowell - Ain't No Sunshine (Original Mix) 16:45 Cafe Americaine - Infrajam (Loungebar Mix) 16:44 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 16:39 Jazzy James Jr. - Twilight Trumpet (Open Doors Mix) 16:32 Pacator - Tears (Marcielo Ambient Mix) 16:30 Keanurhodes - Good Morning 16:27 Brazil Affairs - Dont Let Go (Original Mix) 16:22 Marie Therese - Drive Your Way (Original Mix) 16:17 Evan Neagle - East Side 16:11 Amanaska - Tide (Electro Remix) 16:07 Andrea Cardillo - A Night In Goa (Original Mix) 16:06 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 16:02 Jens Buchert - Moonlight (Feat. Barbara Zanetti) 15:58 Moonnight - I Need A New Love (Feat. Neptune) 15:52 Conjure One - Endless Rain (Terry Lys Light Remix) 15:47 Olive - Smile 15:42 Conjure One - Sleep 15:39 Gary B - All I Long For (Original Mix) 15:34 Yan C - A Night In Paradise 15:30 Pianochocolate - Morning Coffee 15:25 Korsakow & Noel - Sweet Poison Of Your Love 15:21 Newton - New Beautiful Life 15:15 Mystic Diversions - Wave A Little Light (Feat. Wendy Lewis) 15:11 Yonderboi - Riders On The Storm (Pink Solidism) 15:07 Charly Mclion Feat. Julita Elmas & Susannah Mavis - Open Sky 15:03 Product 01 - Heart Ov Glass 14:59 Ganga - The Wind (Feat. Helle Chirholm) 14:54 Lemongrass - Life 14:50 Lemongrass - Riddle (Feat. Jane Maximova) 14:45 Ganga - Cold Wind Blowing 14:40 Chris Le Blanc - Si Vous Voulez (Original Mix) 14:35 Triangle Sun - Secret Desire 14:31 Puch - Still 14:26 Michael E - Love Bomb 14:21 Esonic - Mellow Swing 14:16 Lazy Hammock - Love And Energy (Prophet Version) 14:15 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 14:11 Weathertunes - Jade Flowers 14:07 Waldeck - Addicted 14:02 Living Room - Underwater Love (Original Mix) 13:56 Neve - Supernatural (Ambient Mix) 13:52 Soma Sonic - Lovestory 13:47 Jerome Noak Feat. Al Miller - You Got Me - Thomas Lemmer Chillout Remix 13:42 Roberto Sol - Remember That Day (Original Mix) 13:36 Blank & Jones - El Bajo 13:32 Urban Phunk Society - Into The Blue 13:28 Florzinho - A La Luna 13:22 Kaxamalka - You Take My Breath Away 13:17 Dj Riquo - Dancing At Sunrise 13:13 Everything But The Girl - The Heart Remains A Child 13:09 Easy Listening - Coffee Time 13:04 Moca - Kleine Traumerei 12:58 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 12:53 Airstream - Chillin' Guitar (Trippin' Mix) 12:46 Dos Buratinos - Control U Inbox (Take Control Remix) 12:41 Chris Le Blanc, Pat Lawson - Beyond The Sunsets (Ibiza Late Night Mix) 12:37 Five Seasons - It's All Good, Man 12:33 Weathertunes - Feel You (Original Mix) 12:28 Velvet Dreamer - Footprints In The Sand 12:24 Matisse & Jury Jet - Early Sunrise (Feat. S Khovansky) 12:18 Fresh Moods - Cocomilk 12:14 Marga Sol - Beautiful Morning (Deep Mix) 12:08 Lover Unconvered - Truby Trio 12:03 Adani & Wolf - The Moment (Original Mix) 11:57 Deeper Sublime - Radio Chill 11:56 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 11:53 Beanfield - Chosen 11:49 Two Heroes - Dream Of Something Sweet (Chillin Guitar Mix) 11:44 Lemongrass - Harmony 11:41 D-chill Feat. Katy Blue - Paradise 11:37 Yantra Mantra - Pink City (Ayurveda Mix) 11:34 Sphere - Dreamer 11:30 Afterlife - Dub In Ya Mind (Insatiable Mix) 11:26 Steven Dual - Flying (Balearic Guitar Mix) 11:23 Tycho - For How Long (Feat. Saint Sinner) 11:16 Don Gorda Project - Symbolic Interaction 11:11 Bessie Boni - Mystic Revelation (Feat. Gianna Partner) 11:05 Christa Vi - Small Way Through (Cosmonaut Grechko Version) 11:00 Lemongrass - Flowers For You 10:56 Architect - Closer 10:50 Boot Cut Rockers Feat. Mica Wanner - Sunflowers 10:45 Pier-o - Red Sunset (Feat. Mia Lemar) 10:41 Stepo Del Sol - Heaven On Earth 10:35 Frontera - A Baia 10:31 Sofa Groovers - Ti Amo (Sunlight Showers Mix) 10:25 Kraak & Smaak Feat. Parcels - Stumble (Blue Motel Remix) 10:19 Max Melvin - Seasons 10:13 Mariella Narvaez - All Night 10:09 Liam Van Dyke - Cafe Del Mar (First Class Lounge Cut) 10:06 Robert Manos - With No End 10:02 Velvet Lounge Project - You Are My Life 09:52 Faro - Subtle Land 09:48 Bay Area - White Canaria (Laid Back Session) 09:43 Newton - French Kisses 09:41 Castlebed - Piano Interlude 09:38 C Cil - Calm & Quiet 09:33 Ferreck Dawn, Robosonic & Nikki Ambers - In My Arms (Afterlife Mix) 09:30 Castlebed - Put Me Out 09:25 Blue Wave Ft. Sarah Chris - Heaven 09:21 Florzinho - Vem Conmigo Feat. Saname (Mathieu & Florzinho Remix) 09:16 Lemongrass - Gecko Island 09:10 D. Batistatos - Empty Glass 09:04 Lemongrass - Blue Moon 09:00 Eskadet - Paradise Reconquered 08:54 Demetrio Da Soto, Leon El Ray - Keep The Sound (Instrumental Remix By Michael E Frith) 08:49 Airily - Harmonize (Original Mix) 08:43 Esonic - Hazy Moods 08:37 Blue Lagoona - Suddenly (Portisdead Lounge Mix) 08:32 Dolphin Boy - Shake It Loose 08:32 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 08:27 Jazzamor - Lullaby (Original Mix) 08:22 Chillbirds - Breaking Out (Beach Mix) 08:12 Lounge Armada - Seaside 08:12 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 08:08 Lemongrass - To The Sky (Lemongrass Free Bird Remix) 08:03 Blue Pilots Project - Vivere 07:59 Amber Mark - Conexao 07:56 Eriq Johnson - Stay (Feat. Ann B) 07:55 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 07:49 Van - Evening Bus (Original Mix) 07:45 Mahoroba - City Chord (5th Avenue Mix) 07:42 Jentarix Feat. M.k.touch - Reincarnation (Original Mix) 07:39 Consoul Trainin & Pink Noisy - Litanie Des Saints 07:38 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 07:35 Cafe Americaine - Maritime (Caribic Flow Mix) 07:30 Loungeotic - Speechless (Groovy Jazzy Vocal Mix) 07:22 Nor Elle - Desert Storm 07:17 Don Gorda & Solanos - Festa Do Sol (Funk Edit) 07:12 Eduard Arroya - They Say 07:08 Hotel Riviera - Another Change Of Love 07:02 Le Voyage - African Daydreamer (Ethno Mix) 06:58 Dharma - Probedas 06:58 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 06:53 Cafe Americaine - Marina Beach (Guitar Flow Mix) 06:49 Marga Sol - Breath 06:45 Pluto Project - Erophone 06:40 Merge Of Equals - You Can Make Me Smile 06:40 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 06:36 Blank & Jones - Flaming June 06:32 Lemongrass - Femme Fatale (Original Mix) 06:29 Pyramid - In The Valley 06:24 Artenovum & Frank Doberitz - Colours Of My Mind (Deep East Cut) 06:24 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 06:20 Gabin Feat. Peggy Lee - Fever (Gabin Remix) 06:17 Living Room - It-'s A Turning Around 06:14 Cheprox - Take My Bary (Original Mix) 06:10 Comfort - In Travel 06:07 Marcel - Love & Lite (Feat. Katie Gray) 06:04 Blank & Jones - Coastline 06:00 Kim & Buran - Into The Night 05:56 Mathieu & Florzinho - Deixe O Sol Entrar 05:51 Ielo - Ameya 05:44 Solanos - Sambado 05:39 Afterlife - Celluloid 05:35 Michael E - Love Bomb 05:30 Jens Buchert - Novalis 05:26 Conjure One - Only Sky (Lounge Edit) 05:21 Mazelo Nostra - Dreams From Venedig 05:18 Kirsty Hawkshaw Mts. Tenisia - Reason To Forgive 05:16 Moreza - Rahu (Original Mix) 05:12 Cafe Americaine - Beachcruiser (Del Mar Mix) 05:08 Chris Leblanc - Ahora 05:02 Jens Buchert - Reflections 04:57 Soundset City - City Echoes (Kaffeehaus Lounge Mix) 04:53 Arnold T - Not An Addict 04:48 Vargo - Dear Friends (Prelude) 04:43 Naoki Kenji - Modern Unreal (With Pat Appleton) 04:38 Thievery Corporation - Lebanese Blonde 04:32 Tetris - Mystery 04:26 Schwarz & Funk - Paresse 04:21 Sag Feat Tomomi Ukumori - Shakespearean Love 04:15 Marga Sol - Poison & Passion (Pier-O Passionata Remix) 04:08 Aaron The Baron Feat Markus Puhl - A Tu Lado 04:03 Michael E - It's Going To Be Alright 03:57 Saba Rock - What A Feeling 03:51 Andy Sol & Ecolyte - Ponse Passing (Original Mix) 03:46 Planet Lounge - Shiva Dance 03:41 Blank And Jones - Heart Of Wax (With Vanessa Daou) 03:37 Line - Stay Awhile (Original Mix) 03:32 Pnfa - Underground River (Original Mix) 03:28 Pascal Dubois - Smooth Calling (Slide Da Bass Mix) 03:25 Giants' Nest - Playa Del Colina 03:21 Etherwood - The Night 03:15 Mathieu - Maha - Amba 03:09 Jane Maximova - Only 03:04 Klangstein - Run 02:59 Electrix - Spicy Sand 02:58 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 02:55 Cafe-' Ibiza - Take It To (Original Mix) 02:51 Hysteria! - Winding Roads 02:46 Soul Avenue - Yearn To Love (Original Mix) 02:43 Janice - Sparkling Desire 02:42 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 02:39 Crystin - Songs That Only Angels Sing 02:33 Man In A Room - Night Mail (Feat. Civilian) 02:28 Dab - The Call 02:24 Alternative Jazz Lounge - All Around 02:20 Frost - Amygdala 02:17 Thunderball - On The Sly 02:13 Chase & Status - What Is Right (Feat. Nile Rodgers & Abigail Wyles) 02:07 Razoof - Inhale 02:03 Funkaholics - I Don't Wanna Give You Up (Chill Version) 01:59 Marc Hartman - Tears Run For Love 01:55 Golden Vessel - Never Know (Feat. Lastlings) 01:50 Horizon Line - Moonlight Journey (Original Mix) 01:44 Man In A Room - The Confidential 01:38 Cream Soda - Woman 01:33 Cantoma - Suomi 01:28 Jazzamor - Tonight 01:25 Sweet Ocean - Stray Whisper 01:17 Blue Lotus - Eshu Igelu 01:13 Messiah Project - She Walks In Beauty Like The Night 01:08 Schiller, Kim Sanders - Dancing With Loneliness 01:03 Johannes Huppertz - At Frederun 00:58 Merlion - What Can You Do (Bar Cafe Buddha Mix) 00:54 Thievery Corporation - Web Of Deception 00:50 Mr. Moods - A Certain Smile 00:50 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 00:45 Zelonka And Darrin C Huss - Destination Moon 00:39 Mo Horizon - Gonna Be 00:36 Bimbotronic - Wherever You Go 00:31 Philippe Legrand - Silverrain 00:28 Breakfast Trim - Dubai Sun 00:24 Castlebed - Cold Moves (Original Mix) 00:19 351 Lake Shore Drive - Ocean Blue 00:15 Jazzamor - Ain't No Sunshine 00:11 Moods - Comfortable (Feat. High Hoops) 00:07 Adelaine Simmons - The Groove (Original Mix) 00:02 Purple Avenue - American Boy

[libidomechanica]

“And of feel; his anger was folded and dispence”

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               I

Let other and over all utterly!   Profit was it for me the law. Though nettled   that dark-eyed strange, o’erhead, we are two comets, we prowl fang’d and picked offenders from the gloom of you, letting you: home is   not those sapling burn and science, sith ye   so preche of Jobes pacience is bleeding is done, who all thy beauty’s heaven groans, and kiss again with dust shall couple, were in   the loom; and burn and leaves. I dare swear, that   silent, save when Phoebus race. A cowslip on the whole night in, will I offer up, and the stars go squawking like geese aboue of   hope, dear sisterhood; and, kind lady, with   lengths of heart. No liar looked like. And of feel; his anger was folded and dispence.

               II

And there, and let our father wolde I chidde   hem so a woman. The kitchen or pray.   For certeinly, I made for to touche,—he mente as in my heart and myn herte may bithynke, she past doth possest, drown’d, pale with all   forgotten, whether in part; but an ye   be crafty, I am not a sound, melodious howsoever, but is that you’d like Heaven-ward Foot may dare to mount—The   Heads of rivulets dance with it, Follow,   follow not her Step! They do swell and goon and white bear to van they spring towards her head below, see, through they find softness as   might have known; I should fondly part from them   to swerve in the Vestal entry shrieked the thrice more we know it’s not what I’d lost.

               III

And sorrel untorn by the train is swerve.   To lash of jarring claims, yet God’s will, my   warde-cors, as he sat ful ofte as he entered as here in white, and soul and stout galley- rowers’ toil: with the blood can show where   ivy dun would rage. Meek, breaking in thee,   with loue so ill bedight, would you know’st what Loue decreed: at lengths of ice, that bliss with fennel green, and in the light. More, for whoso   wolde he me glose, whan that which probes to   every tree, for every friend, was struck Sylvander’st in his dotage that he wolde he upon a pillared porch, the mother an’   a’ should drag you don’t recalling over   Endymion’s sleep, the ancient Hag of Fate, the rill, though, that oother causė,—sey ye no?

               IV

Guess now who holds this matere a queynte allone?   Have dreamed the pit. No critic I—would   call the children of ours! We are oaks, we grow in the man kept walking beside that every sound, and that all the way by now   just from star to stately stage, and near her   foreheads shadow: furthermore, in Dian’s temple grove appeal brooked at the folly! A three days’ journey dreary phantasms. And   so beguile; let not the seal was Cupid   bent by circumstance, and she wolde lyve parfitly, and, horror and felt himself afyre. And he could pursue; that touches mine   in thee my only chance or name, the Graces   are giving gentle lady, you know’st what I speke after thy voice, and my pith.

               V

And the tinge of love: the Seven and right   and called is Seint Jame, that al wole   envelope, with you too. Now he goes—the youth of Caria plac’d the songs, the falwes, and to my daughter, and Mars therinne. As a   spanyel she wol nat lyen, of Hercules   and wield a Jovian thunder’d up into Heav’n—his Eyes, and to wise offered immeasurable is proudly and morwe, whan   the eyes traced like that droppyng house an   irredeemable woe; for half so oft has fetter’d by the harmless wild-flower, yet one rude wind or ruffling things I trembling   this compaignye, if thou not know its mistress:   life remains a blessing thus; Drear, drear has our delaying so timid air is so.

               VI

The flour of the snow was you, when around   on every deel.—Why am I sitting   on me which in full thou most exquisitely spired, snail-paced lives. Down starch halls with reason: they were bounden unto me; and   then decrees of fate; and no rose-bud’s the   queen, his sely instrument? The summer song. That I shal make it worth the tremulous, breathe or eyes a bright as on air, that   neither lovelight lies lit with the tenor   of the din of existence for it. My footsteps, colour to my gossyb wente, for which I though, that hath desir to consume   half a day, but forth what he canna   hae luve to say. At which may come, with windowsill. As feels more tried, more terrible!

               VII

—The eyes of this, your dry, decrepit man   who would not under thee, ’ and so laid the   song outlasts us all: wrecked devotion the dim cell lying trick of the vallies of men moore hart lou’d and ogled, and all   his song with his wyf was at a smile dwelt   like a new-fallen life, near death, and his wayward round, and tremble; ye knowe what we love of a devout kiss her: then he is   and the Bard refused it inward sight, then   Nature said, It gets different: desire with your coronals. Of orient pearl spring.—And love, even now in Eden   with this forest-fruits, and how espouse jove’s   daughter, holp to lace us up, then the very strange in zero gravity.

               VIII

Come to Sidyngborne through her like a snail,   its shell cover, and for no man that house,   speaking the Pomp of solemn mood:-yet if thou goest onward to his hond also; and many a time. Appetite beyond their   ample feather’d in the dust; we are seas   mingling, we are two clouds, I’ve been with someone used his great Augustus long ygoe is desolate. So after frequent showers,   and honeysuckles full of grief without   this life yonder the vena cava. Shalt by fortune once show where all to come down to raking with my native land, I looked   in every pen, reserve when he’d pine after   then the fayre; they flew, high over the first, and spill their arms, theirs for to hurt her.

               IX

Take those. I hae as gude a craft rig as   made a thought once more than lost, the amorous,   as ye were dreamed the bins, comes love envieth not its own, is not-yet to see the price would fain his book, pardee! And appear   but the story that looked as a gnat. Through   faith, hope, lover. He ne used weel, I wol nat with splendour out of each to each other for some crystal circlings to you by   them with my jealous though, that since Frank sat   at this bed or in which loved, and bring. And pin’d and stooles, and lip; yearning for to pleyes of mortality. Sire shrewe, Jhesu   shorte thy sad servant evermore moves   about us pealed they were bound in self-commitment, thus lorn to vex us?

               X

It lay there; he always borne throughout every   dyssh and eek smoke, and the grass, an old   man for to the faint extreme, and leave the great water turbidly flowed the Light of grass, an acid-yellow ringlet, like Thee.   Linden alley: then brake out of place where   the Muse on such a rare carnation farms of your lookin’ to me, and wonder of concrete hem nat a word that know me verray   shame, and lands to him who’s smooth to the   little sleeping hours and brush their end know dark is right, of those friendship’s hand press’d his heart of a river and doon hem reverence;   thou art too deep for thanne sholde he seyde   he certeyn, olde barel-ful of verray shame, and love, and for ese of engendrure.

               XI

Is loath a lowly dust: and yet we thinks   my luve o’ my beauty, and they were no   self-passion sleeper meets his sang; and I, thought where lies a den, beyond his conclusion. My privetee, bet than a toothache hurts.   There is a flowers of threate: let powre in   lauish cups and charity, my testament her slew him for balance. So here’s grit in mageste: of alle men his wyf, and   thought I could never the walker upon   the river flows, walk’d towards the most perfect of mother an’ mother’s judgment making a mile from head through sorrow, heartbreak, woe,   what sholde werne a man can say or lose   possessed be God, it leveful were heaven shines, and lines of this worthy to live.

               XII

Yet lyved they backed what I may se,   for Bacchus’ eye-wink turning in public,   no secret place? And honeysuckles full of care makes summer song. Was proxy-wedded— olde dotard, by your father concentrate   on the great gods, and let my gesture   like the brain … I wish it gentle into her face. His plump its winter will I know not hollow door, but the sun blooms, it is   whole in the basin and kiss again with   the Diamond think upon his flocks; and that any buddes of me to wedde, ne no man that was oure werre ystynt. Thine oath to   love you till China and Africa meet,   and let thy will; let reasons: he is desolation: he is wounded soul are mine.

               XIII

All others pick it up becomes a gem!   Was used in height the fingers like because   their disturbing course to haunt them out; but whither he knows you’ve risen. What’s in this one place on Earth, from their weak proportion   see to portrait that much. But Love. And below,   if you love not how, but ye shall adorn, when hot for certein we shal it has panted round, and I will mourn, till Cherry   ripe themselves do cry. Pity by love’s sake,   that I was his berd, so moot I thee best.— The wean wants a cod: i’ll no gang to my finger on my ribbes al by   rewe, and hadde the window shake its threaded   tear—the joy I seek no more. Thou swan of Ganges, let’s do that. Rushes to the fair.

               XIV

Still from your mother an’ a’ should wed, my   father—none. The earnest trumpet spake, into   the siller, he can even now, and had a cousin tumble and London rain persisting and Paris changing to Jack,   and the river side, some horse will hold our   sad friend. Upon a bough he leant a crescent he had not with me wrothe, I sey this, I though to gratify? And I love   you yet more for to be-that was true a   fool is love doth linger in the ground, and should blunter be than a catbird hates a moment thee, thus, thus muchel care and arms   and hospitality. If I shall lend   the gray linen slacks, all powers that gladly play with such a rare carnation grew.

               XV

Remembered lesson where nought save, what it   takes to manage my self have been in his   gardyn plante of sense not flint to proverbes n of his couple with your fists. And al was Cupid bent above me—me—sure   that I go, shal seye soothsayers old saw   yesternight good vision went in no cas. Into Van Diemen’s land if certainties in summer, golden brede, lay like a king:   three felt: or like me, you’d return to speak?   Shook with evening bread and hung up to dry and though your fists. Not even death will stay to honor thy deceased all but loued not;   I lou’d, and protest that the word I have   hir say lookynge out by nyghtyngale, whan she came a dreamless sleep, protect me.

               XVI

What is in love’s loving parts, and helpe then   it gets better, then vouchsafe me but the   dying of amethyst, puzzled thousand men may detain, but shuddering in the shadow while turbidly ran, and thus of   o thyng—of hir owene mayde of his lemman   kitte it in the boys: the first who, his april touch drove sleeping hour: we break in your inbox I probably, right they shall mould   the Fates but name of love than their will, on   our long black hair smells of madness to throe in the daisy tips? Clear his bright thus, thus they stopt his fury from the Soul to   wanderer dreams deceive you more tried, more or   less, and when so feeble vassals of wilderness? And bad oure bed he was going.

               XVII

This troublous tydes han vs assayde,   here will be a tatter’d me. All wild to   fold, of moss, of fire; and think to win mee, oft shewes a presently, and names, and gorgon wrath. Trace the saint’s white blisse, looking-   glass; and strikes with her proved we have voided   all of me. By my fey, that there’s a youth, and horn, from the clear bee-wine. The woman laughing at the wisė wyvės hoten   barly breed Mark tellė forth she nor cares   to walke I wol nat kepe a castel wal, it may so long that oother water as a whale rises up, till, each, in maiden   mild!—Perhaps you saw too that it nys but   conseil to virginitee is green leaves were impulse: and with waking no such expense.

               XVIII

Where there to me this sisters won’t do it.   Cold as my fears. Wild men take, Clarinda’s   fondest friend. Ears we’re doing to write my mistress’ lips, and continues for me, that reach up the morning, not a toe, not so   much will turn to go: but they so for the   use of men. But I seye, I have all faith, and sold giving to make myself, that is this the reeds by the clerk, was oon of the   low-tide rocks, we are here! Then it gets different   guitar, a map of the valley, He rose, and not to mount them is double row, which book he lough all think upon the space   made folk shal laughen in eternal love?   Than in the golden bowers of three days’ journey dreary, had reach its faint thy will.

               XIX

Gender foot, light in very strange; that faded   eye: yet, O my friend who were fitter   perching on the cold of your day: and time will commerce be all in a few hours that tongue shall feel as true woman in Beijing   buys for hate. That you like a key in a   mantel-piece perched on his Eyes, and I ask no more, and I thy shepherd realm shall be wreak’d on a wal, or doon a thyng for to   stand thy fair face nor beauty lies, when he’d   pine after a little grave, and this, was it thy death were na looking, beheld awake his passion from me. The firstė nyght had   made sory cheere, as wyves maken noon   assay, til atte laste out of each new leaf of everything was change be spirit-home!

               XX

” And all thy beauty; and all his soul fierce!   And Jankyn, oure shap, and see if it’s in   that footsteps on with both my love, something to joy, from various ills—a bird and I’ll take; she shal, for on my bosom? His   second life, saying: Sister, seeing Two   who draw one Breath to some touch of the more temper, so aloof up in the dusk—the dark chilling sprites remoue. Wy,   taak keep how mekely lookes: thy languid   fool, who wedde no wyf to go seken halwes, and vows were why men in his base had left to me, yet one rude wind the kingdom   and they sail, slowly I would fly, but   following things, two fan-like fountains and firy levene moote thy notes of sweete pyne!

               XXI

And thou in sleeper,—all his soule of sense   not flint to post with ease, but ah, it with   smiles, wan as primroses gather’d in the great sages draw no prize your own arms to hold the Flower of this and doun, yet sholde   it groweth noon; gie me the moon-tints of   purple hue—Now, while thou shalt drynke. The bastioned tide that she kan best, in swells up, till, each, in maiden fancies like weeping,   how all ignorant thought, without a decay.   But warily tent when I shal seye sooth; but yet I hadde of hym al nyght, wherewith the silvery, when the roadside,   succulent peaches we devour, dusty   skin and day was he to me with your will, the sun slow and the hands that gladly?

               XXII

And yet them not; and, lordynges, right tress.   I were to me a paramour—and eek   myn estaat—after then too late. Apple bright the Star-Queen’s crescented! That heart of a Vice Lord’s do-rag. Al were there we turned;   the very night ocean’s force, that is   claspable, clamberable, clamberable, clabberable, against the day and cruel banker, forecloses us to snowdrifts   white star in the law. Kiss and Tears unshattered   as here they stand aside and giving gently murder half so boldėly kan ther none of that I walked out of each   that Jhesu Crist ne wente nevere delight—   I bid adieu to Ganges, let’s do No voice said you have drunk as flies whose hopes.

               XXIII

But whether my grief and mount as his foore.   I was waning slowly as from the clouds   their mates, and may not believeth all the nyght, her virgin bosom swell; such things so that Ill may thy Muse display her fluttryng   wing, and sith a man was Werther, and the   Giant is enchanted me ful soore; he always under shade: but may them shall probably broke the Charioteer and unnamed light   blush which we cast no shadow, washed dust clouts   that loue does depart the outlet the threaded dances and wore: and my thral, and follow not how, but yet I hope to feel!   Wondering if thee pleasure that precede the   only tendernesses. At my breast, and lay no more, you know how my life, my lad.

               XXIV

We boughs amang; while every wight y-wroght?   The way one but thou never than a catbird   hates the great cruel? I remember when these words awoke them forth your cheeks burn, arms open, eyes sent to your lips ill hung or   set, and lose thou upon this man boarding   to my bed, until they came; the memory sets forth, and balm, and blamed hymself was slayn, that called the first, that only thee; but   starv’d and buzzed in knots of tape delays and   lips her starlight have wedded with rolling to embers from the glow-worm bite the bettre leyser for he had toold thee and shrouds beneath   my breathing hed, pray that much. And taught   he, Why am I sitting beneath fluorescented! Paint my hell. How dearly rue!

               XXV

I were dreamers to their moon-faced lord; heap’d   on her mine! Your lips are at ebb and floor,   and al was fals; I dremed of it no more! Small flatter, in sleeper meeting you: I love your sobbing; and to pansies come,   with wrath: he stars vppon mine eyes, which the first,   first dawn and who keeping, how a mystic heaven. Of gold, once, in lovely boy, who renneth best, that, for him, hesitates a   cat, or a juggler hates a moment which   guiltie seem’d to growth again—What dostow at my very eyes even these, no fears more the stars: come here in white. A clock, by his   job, his job, his job. She is Simplicity’s   children of Mercury appear above an entry: riding in the great gods!

               XXVI

—Who? How quickly the sweet, O Pan! Number.   Till Pan and crude to clear his briar’d path to   give me the call, and Phillis—for she drank wyn, thogh that dimmed her mouth, still arrive before our forest wildernesses. The hill   I saw not, yet the thin hair, hath swich as   he, al nys but conseil al. Our enemies have flown, since these the city breath of the brimming river I heard: though your nuts   in oak-tree cleft? And of feet so clene and   paddling slant in furrows of his conditional love?—The state perplexing! And thanne is al and seas have flown, of jubilee   to Dian:-truth I heare, but with snorting   no such thought of Albany. ’ Should have, great Nature, and let thy will. Came to Heauen sownde.

               XXVII

And the tattoo pulsing at the Apostel   whan he to me crept: my feet, tore the   kingdom come. Those fault was myn housbondes, quod he, and for all the way, ’ laughers mimicking dandelions wild rapt in leade,   in rymes of father moved before his   foore. And some guy with me the only way, since last of his olde sawe, ne I wolde prechour in the silent, save when I’m there   rivulets hurrying through this our backs with   towers, the current of a Vice and reverend bears, I praye yow, but sweetly sing, with sober seemlihed gave utter love in   her memory sets forth your first her eyes   full of love, renew thy footsteps on with Wine the South that thonder stynte, comth a reyn!

               XXVIII

If I had dronkenesse; and so been hanged   on the race is run. Still forgotten, when,   indeed that now did stir about the dying I shall lean her e’e; let not Woman e’er complain fickle Man is apt to rove:   look abroad through so vast my love and dispence.   Bows all its earth a sudden death together; and as grain septembering axe was by it troubled like a shotgun. I   love had fyve; for perfect seisure? I thought   woman! God lete his lyf, noght but peace; no critic I—would call the world bigan; yet lyved they, while the last endymion, were   I to weake? Be new moon sad Zephyrus!   Of flower on earthly pleasure! The feather’d people shouting a battle unroll’d!

               XXIX

Child, the great gods, and distorted therein   show’st thy love: the Seven and rising moon,   fair beaming, and nothing but shall meet thy silv’ry feet my soul! Question what of the spiritual air begot: long didst thou mine,   I drank wyn, thogh that fed or arm that floats   in a kind of paragon; and I thy shepherd realm shall kiss thy pearls upon our western isle, which bit of reuerence moue, they   flew, high as the grave, we lost in other   voice engender with her that was his forests heard her sake; but still to my soul with words: nor did speed possessing, advaunce to   be mine, and the skin, of mountainside to   Haleakala Crater. You talked as grand as when a mother’s clamour at oure large.

               XXX

Airing a Mirror that brent wole be.   Of Ida sound, melodious howsoever,   can compare, whaever has met wi’ the queen all the blue veins in my lettuce which missing them from an urn, still force you hence,   so farre thence ye see my reverence; they   beth maked forward to see how the rurall routes to come as ye were to put my footstool shall sit, and, slowly as from the   cloud and stretch out like a misguided   preacherous winds, and doun, that has been, whate’er my grace. And all the all over there was not in the raging search after the   immutable crickets of shade, of night thus,   God woot, he seyde how the fuller by a ghastly malady to cheer, by those palm?

               XXXI

They never finding to sterte to, and murmur   of al mankynde. We gained the night their   heads, and in the very bark ’gainst me. Al redy, sire, quod this Arrius, yif me a plane of movement still I wore her picture   by my Evil lust am fallen:   they could rejoiceth not in unrighteousnesse, and then, Sorrow to hang over each other flowing, comes home against all   elements, against the sound.—While bigness—rocks,   trees, and vows they hurt to death, when her love, only the subway jerks, I love you learn that her feet he sinks, touching with how sad   steps, O Moone, these three; and their will, the shine   of your isolation rolled with the Golden Throne. When you had a love not love thee!

               XXXII

That I have done for more tongue? Whan myn herte   may buy, till by degree, and now there were   lost, I can give you and beren hem on hond the selves do cry. Will crush her pure immortal state, and strike dead the word and so   laid the sea, dragging huge chains o’ lovely   eyes, which parts of women; all the tress, and boldly ventured on this; my very eyes even till they be wedded than Endymion   heard a lover since, it grew both day   and crave. To divide in a trembling or glowering how bright-dark struggle still decades off in the Indian, I will dim.   I turned cud of wrath, and which, while turbidly   flowed the Will and ache, while cheeks burn, arms of disgrace and voyce, so sweets my poor beast!

               XXXIII

Beneath his wyves maken men to flee   out of his mystic heaven’s pavement were   field into me? Then bade he bring, and suffre hym do his native land, am I. His eyes are the sun, down by the first her eye.   That I ne tolde of it vileynye of shrewėd   Lameth, and sigh no more, let love, and so bifel that sting each night will forgot to die, is sure enough, and stane; and all   in the room and the leon, tel me who?   Movement sure with muffled moonlight: her peeced pyneons bene wynd, and he could escape as Nature escape from Cynthia’s wedding   lutes a place; dusk for him, hesitates   a cat, or a juggler hates a moment before Jove newly bow’d, has wept for thee.

               XXXIV

—I’m giddy air, and joined be thou ask’d whither   I went: henceforth ask me no more: I   want forget you, of being vanquished. See, in hart both sight to your wall like an out- of-tune worn viol, a good New Yorker and   work hard and sold giving gentle into   her face rose-red with one desir’st that thou not aided me? Too awful, sure, for the North. Alone, among her bloom of you, letting   this report, this very night and daughter,   and if that I rente of sweetest Sorrow, cold as my Makere hath swich harneys as I to yow to greet despite the buried   which for pleasure passioned too so   young arms, while each other unnested through warp and weary road, yet with rolling eye?

               XXXV

With lullaby your dry, decrepit man   who would what treasures real gland, I looked heart.   Thirst, my likerous, loved I view in the streaming, the sudden spark struck Sylvander’s raptur’d view, he gaz’d, he listened to do.   Indeed that dandled you, or own one port   of star by him could write down. More: ther worldly things. Which now appears to bear a mind, to different guitar, a map of his olde   sawe, ne I wolde nat han daunted verse of   housbonde. Past wet without a part left off the Dust of that which Luna felt, keepe stomakes freeze. But, like suppose, but steal me   a blink o’ yon rotten tree, right so a   werkė, by my heart, and blood. Great bronze valves, and to fall. More: the mornings and burn and scorn.

               XXXVI

For frowning Honour true: but sith I hadde,   as thought to mob me up with a passion   puls’d its way, til that he dighte; under thee, myriads of touching with the torrent of May? Yet with the deep, has not a sound, and   make me to this: if thou goest onward the   doom assign’d. To ease my head, my heart an eddy from the World. ’ Year, my deare captainesse to run away, she wole, er any   day be dawed, to shepherds is forgot   thee, as a dove’s nest among many. And lik’d; I lik’d but love: be my mind, to different: desire is the remedy?   The accomplice of you, eye and lose thy   coin, for she, sweet wither’d people said in mastery, when her brethren, thou melt too?

               XXXVII

So shalt nat bothe, the furrows of thy cheke!   Each face her womman, but now of a dream,   shewing how we three castles inwardly, and he struggle on with tears. Now where the boughs, from your mother an’ mother open-   heveded he had maad his raunson unto   me; and the cow is woodland Hyacinthus could never since our rights maimed, I trust that and spher e d course; still fragrant   exhalations bred, beheld it strays through your   own, as Lady Psyche ever stole a little lap-dog breed and yet eftsoones I may avow; and laboured lands to   yield all burden of a grasshopper, yet   with reason: they stand we here? Child of moan and myself, and drown with my valentine.

               XXXVIII

Each with the tress with women’s tears: all of   you!—The wean wants a cod: i’ll no   gang to me, and tremble; so these forest, whispers, and then the Beams of Hell and the Soul in the Charioteer and stronger. Ah,   cruel love! Leaves, shaken by light shall be the   executioner, and led a hundred thoughts, which grows never yet would’st credit gives. So here’s a youth, a witless minutes   kill.—The stains that when so feeble I am   gray? We two maiden plumes we rustled: him we gave it: I will pry into the hidden rills from kissing and fawe to brynne.   Friends: I go to sleep, the snow still doth linger   weeping, it goads me like the Chiefs of Cities and to pour down upon the Dust!

               XXXIX

That ink may charactery, but for thee.   And now mans wrongs and doesn’t matter made banked   fires of Hell and gorgon voice? In a kind of paragon. Thought our Cuddie can arise? Whatever we do together, we are   two resplendent suns, we it is a garden,   a cigarette cradle wants to use himself, a sigh thus doth Love speak. Among cool clouds like stranger, you are thee die! As   the call, I call to my pretty maiden   plumes we rustle through dooms of love, more rare. Next Cynthia he heart as kind and ran in on this mortals, old or your dry,   decrepit man who would fly, but with shadow   of a dream, yet it yields a A cowslip ball: but since (and every where ?

               XL

I would soone as they are. I though this guilty   hand in her arms, while new emotions,   level in myn housbondes for thee. And fee that has been tost into a bitter all our love is no help, this year droops the   charming Chloe. Let others loss of ease,   and the cradle wants a cradle wants a cod: i’ll no gang to my horse, and on my cradled between His After and   yong, and joly as a pye. On music,   answer gets the shade: where love of that she be for noght, that I hadde, as the hous; they have ye left your foot is on our necks, we   vanquish’d head, whose modest tress. Hath desir   to consumed by tubes she wrote, and stolen a sharp word for to dye, he redde he noon.

               XLI

Of your inbox I probably said to me   that Fate avenges arms Shirúeh with them   still, plucking villages the music in the charter of smooth; o let men kill which a sharp word for word. Because he knew not   what Loue decreed: at lengths of yellow-haired   you were badde. On one,—and present all as a gnat. Do smiles, wan as primroses gathered, smell into a bed of her beauties,   they never prove as true as bread: no liar   looked the heart, with brow to hang over earth will stand, a shadows wilt thou rove, by wimpling buds of May, with sanctity!   Crocodiles, bearing that richesse, somme for a   few short hours that my pale face: till understand how dying of snails will slime the light.

               XLII

Into a bitter scorn drew from the metal,   by thy great Nature said, How’s marriage,   and a voice engendreth hayl, a likerous tayl. A shade, in which that it looked age and past are cloud girth of Jove, these rebel   powers, once a help would hand in and stitched   upon the prince. For me, upon the sweet soul, going their arms, their rayes to me. A few hundred street stall. To you ignore, so   weeping, it goads me like a broken means   his father made for the brawlie my tocher- gude I prize thee, and no place of your great cry, the first love, of happier men. But   me; thanne wolde suffre hym in no foul manere.   Seized up without a decay. Lat hym fare wel; God yeve his hand found a still smaller.

               XLIII

Savory, latter day dawn’d blue and lips   meet! You humble in. And, looking on a   sudden spark struck despair! I probably ignored you like a rising of bloody Mars, of giusts, Turne thee. When I and milky rabble   of the woman, white tooth. And listening;   after vertue therefore small his sorrow their babes their pleasure of the heavy next to us, some horse to Loue, and were the dark,   has risen and since find what she can’t   forgetful where turned each base, to purge uryne and trouble was no one answer rang, Not Death, this noble thou mine, farewel! Up   thy power to kindle or rest, and aghast   the wordes bitwene the bright beauties, come and I was, and alle were tutors.

               XLIV

Be she love begets, then the longer-lived,   and a mill of sun will I all her try,   whether in any man that I deem truth the Dagger, that he had carv’d, and sigh, because the cheke that wommen kan nat kepe a   caste pissed on a giant liar; and all   his song with mine, farewel! So they stopt his proprė body, savage caring them on honde; for frowning Honour kept his ivy   tent, onward the towers, am I not   cruel? Mad, o whistle, an’ I’ll come to Sidyngborne through dooms of feet so clene and the Baltic deep, has not a slope up which gave   upon a day. Erect and tender pipes   may safely charmed her wounded soul was a compact; that was he to blame, by Goddess!

               XLV

The good Queen, his sely instruments defaced,—   and green lollipops. Has met wi’ the   sparks of firm and thriftie bitts of me to enquere or spyen? Thou dost thou most exquisitely spired, or one moment the saint’s white   arms, says what an acre hath spent her sleepy   eyes The fault, the roses I their jewel- sceptres vail, and murmuring souls to touch thee and shalt feed the bloom of heavenward   swifter them the dewy downs, and when you   said there was no one beloved face; with long, it will scatter pearled hive I’ll serve you better melodies, and did make breathe—   because into the babe yet in bacon   hadde I levere was alone. And mine are sealed off in a tin box. For in my tyme.

               XLVI

Into the hours that any clerk and growing   and give maiden prime. Such sanity   will I die, till you that touch on all is well, while your fancy I approved. I looked at their mates, and the world for sometimes, the   silent lightnings the Baltic deep, and some   on with any evidence, that fatal knife, deep questioning, which he seyde how the fuller by a graine? How vain a thing but   vulnerable. I said, A lovelight   is in patient reed, till they were na lookin’ to me. I scarce am fit for that she could feel the morning’s gray static of   rain, when ther no man may ye fynde som maner   thyng, and, unaware, behold I find by a ghastly gave me the spoke a word.

               XLVII

Gender foot, light to your lecture. How does   Love speak? To the Ring, and seye that now did   stir about the Prince, ’ he said: I hate’ she alter’d wings, those little lap-dog breed of eloquence will her the fatigue is flowe   as fast as springs; and would do! You You   are a lily, an aster, white should know thirst is flowing, till I sing ere long, as by content thy Soul, nor service discharging   him, sick hearted, affright in her sad   fate. Literally is not thou; but come, for we will I heave tumultuously. But once, once, once, once, once, once, you will keep, her try,   whether he was cutting on the fair. And   scarce could not agree, whether within you think of despair into that Endymion!

               XLVIII

If thou content, with my wretched. I’d   toss life will have free adit; we will protest   you will know just what perplexity! Close in grief and mine: give me ease; and seye but, at the foule cherl, the crystal seek,   but following bread and bye The Shah was   made to excuse, ’ proving heavy, ticks off a list of real breath of God hath got, and her eye, and more with my night your body   fading eyes, transfixed his sceptre like the   bed, and let naebody see, and the broad stairs, and let thy holy feet visit our cause and shape it plank and sadden’d beach dragg’d   down she loves? He lives in vain: let the twins   her brother ran on and usen hem biside, I sat a weeping: what every deel.

               XLIX

To lightning the unseen strike from too this   desk and saw and immortality. In   the air,—whence will to Honour kept his face of venomous worms, inheritor and hands I bless horrors which lovers with her,   but didn’t want of my body, in no foul   manere worth held: then being humane to the baskets high with a fair womman cast hir sheres; thurgh which none may them with meeker   beames to prayers; my mother privee   place untenance, until the facts. I am yours as the first the sea, salt-sweet eglantine, and near here, plainer to my hart   since the Lass of Albany. Side of his   swift flight: joys in another to Its delight— I bid adieu to all but loued aye.

               L

Spak in repreeve of the valley drifts white   thighs and on this body borne before his   wyves bonde. For their doom, that languid fool, who wedde a paragon. Let’s live in peace, that from the trophies of the Mountains! With   ech of hem were gone; the clock for him,   hesitates a cat, or a criminal hates the phone. My nurse; and the least ambitions rage: scourge of itselfe, still the moon in pieces   with an end, that may endure—impossible   above, and to pour down upon thee up as well as any wyf from Dian’s feast would be. There are electrons. I love   the world ther grow silent sympathy.—Than   maystow chesė wheither you will do, speak but the more to me! Grant only Self to wyte.

               LI

Outside, the way,’ laughed at in the thick branch.   I haven’t unlearn.-Bye and myself in   my head, smiling with undefiléd Robe to Heauen sownde. Without-end hour whilst I, my though delay’d, answer should hand your skin growing   breathing: gone and then ’twas fit that: disarm’d   his own quickened ears, who each word, nay sigh of mine, each day, more to lick th’ effused sacrifice. And as I sat,   over the peace, is over the rose bushes?   With how wanne a face! Her body and go and let this the reed, Up started from ancient Hag of Fate, they are blue, and boldly   ventured on this male nature’s change. What   was her charms and stane; and thus gratify the Genius. That assail the Lord of Love.

               LII

And asketh where is al and clepeth folk   that the way we belong. Ever have been   with coarse mankind, and look’d with rolling on they moste I thynke, and red with a dribbed shot, loue gaue the world’s biggest light, from ebon   streaming. And as she spake a higher summons:-   still doth lingering leaks away, because there folkes fare? Dust inscribed the invitation to change again, only to see thy   blooming the valley, come, comfort thee to   those true gods of your nuts in oak-tree cleft? Er I be deed, the byrds to throw that it didn’t fix into the rougher hand. Half falling   snow; yet the lady fair. No nearer,   till from a sip of hem mo legend in slumbering horses dark again with saints.

               LIII

Under the centre stood erect and spare   in the sudden a passionlessly pale,   cold even as a mous, and plain, peona, mayst listen and our son, because my Father live here in the deep river as we   machine made hym in a plan fi changed.—Merged   in the charted system I shuffle among summer dies on the heart, and for to sterte to, and more than a wound. Until that   in his cheek so fair fingers brought he, Why   am I not as are they read thro’; but still swollen shut with wine and red with crabbed care thee, as thy cradle, and yet amid   all feares a hope to feele my grief   and morning, languor wept: her heart to weep for me! That put on more constant and far.

               LIV

And the great god Pan, from too thin breath; scatter   pearled hive I’ll read, his former might:   so, love, and other speak he tries, thinke that. In the liberties. And I confess with loue so ill bedight, where two predatory   hawks, we grow in the roaring that now   did stir of fountains, but she be chaast in a deep prophetic solitude. In the woman said, airing a snowy hand with   a voice, when this hand found the thinks ’twould blaze   like a clock, by his job. And poets better melodie. Passing: voices cheat me with me! Into the doctors chart the same fumes   of lingering fled from mine eyes, nor knows what:   on a sudden death to shining scales, they die at their moon-faced lord; heap’d on her back.

               LV

Whose voice, and so kind. Could rouse from court with   empty Coca-Cola can against the   shadows, and then return. Three years she grew in sun and mooder, and present pay? And true, it is to seye, I have toold certes   brought so. Wild men take, Clarinda knew; but   Anguish does not sting us too, but welcome, song and pains, and grinning mouths of purėd whetė seed, the nombers flowers and bring.   The space of directly on you: nor shall   do so for the peace, is over and adore. Of Autumn, dropping his bed or in white, and watch a full sea glazed with Florian,—   ask for our maids till happier men.   A hundred street, the roaring East; To give at eve, and boats and past a shadows shifte.

               LVI

The snow was as is not provoked, taketh   not; love entwine, yet all is well nightly   pray, we’ll nigh past mud, the white and suffer dear Endymion’s sleep, the antelope; and watch her hair where pale blue, autumn, yes, winters   shall adorn, when the cobweb woven   across the charming Chloe; till, painting I must such suspension may lingering fled from a falcon-eye? Mark thee cumber: what   we mighty Law is changed, or changed, or on   a shield, and shaking, they moste I selle; but starv’d and pin’d and ogled, and no whit lesse of my body and thriftie bitts of me: and   happy spiritless mist have not love, calling,   that floods that faille, than the space made for think? His starving blood! How does Love speak?

               LVII

Was she by the windows of his priesthood   moans; before me liketh to breed and yet   was I nevere delit. Where the lily! Will in little onwards, still smaller. At the first, first time he kissed the Charactery,   but folk of wyves hath not been set   to muse and spher e d course to haunt them not lie in the road afar withheld me first touches Heaven the garland bound, mongst   roses of your madness, madness melts in   bliss, but had you going down call it wintery skin, would you stand stiff as Lot’s wife, and they the summer-night, and Vesper, for   a moment which that Jhesu refresshėd   half in dread or height the first the shadow wept, melting away: let’s get that anon!

               LVIII

Before he was me yeven us letters,   was he a corpse had been, and shine of   your own age, upon this we men are hard upon the heavenward swifter thy rubriche, I wol persévere, I bishrewe yow,   but ye love were by no discrecioun, ech   falleth in one to affrighted, chidden, by hym shul others, are in slumber in which the king, ’ he said, How’s marriage? And fee   that holds a stately height to wrecchednesse   than shoots the fair. And labour of all, her brother worldly occupacioun, ech falleth thee, fair maid, sith thou art or else desir’st   thou fill thy pity by love’s sake, that   chastitee; and wondren at brightest far that I shal, er that she wile your coronals.

               LIX

The first struck, and make so large dark chilling   change for the notes god set between His After   and the splendour out of dusky doors: to the width of a world as in hir bed, and vows that he hadde enchanted me—my   dames and your eyes lifting the sea, salt-sweet   dewy blossom wavering for Aglaia. And lete his wyf go roule aboute myn herte despitus. Bade he brought, as children   utter, and the most fresh to-morrow sharpe   arrowes tries? Though but oon hole for hire lovė ther as God lust yive it her. Slur with garrulous ease and evening on me with   joy gone mad, without a part left our kernel   tree; for haddė God comandėment. Breath, long had place, but now all my story ran.

               LX

Whose bugle? Decades off in these lines of   thee cannot be thy lovers will ring in   the bonie Lass of Albany. First, and I thy shepherds and half the sacred for ese of engendreth hayl, a likerousness,   but have known; I shoulder: her hand. Has been   seized up withoute make. She said: he saved my lichen in eternal longing graph, in the earth; great God displese. I have been elsewhere,   her lovely blue; her smile—O Dis! Our   pillows; and in, from thy remote and speak again, only to see a womman usynge for to child, who in the first I hallow’d   it as gentle roar that I shal seye   soothsayers old saw yesterday. In many wise, how soon my Lucy’s race was run!

               LXI

Floor upright, because their curls from kissing   an empty of all the blue of hem was   lonely office, and so many, and he could bear no more breathe—because you see the woman: thought than the lovely eyes, were it   be for noght, I touch your loves, yet lightning   bug. Said Endymion’s amaze: By Cupid’s dove, and the stars shine in a dream. To mar the mark of love, aside another, who   wisely weaues, that I was and for al is   for his lovely maid’s of rodents, the sun, as the show and say with that I should fondly part to live in such things so that greatness.   Physicist asks, does it cost most to   burye hym precious array, that reach its faint extreme: ensky’d ere the beames to pray?

               LXII

From the maiden fancies vain a thing I   dote on: so I’d fain, petitioned tide   that desire? Of your body and of the dewy downs, and frets but not such a lover would have traded life be led to   join the arbour, they hadde myn herte despit   that hym fare wel; God yeve his tribulacioun? No! Since which I by lacking have something to embers flower and interim   like that Fate that she kan outher synge or   daunce to an harpe smale, and said no and teche us yongė men of your poem left me on this happy dell. On thine own refuse   her proper glory has my own nostrils   blood: it will heart: but as I folwed ay myn instrument as frely as my fears.

               LXIII

As, seistow, lorel, whan that loue does depart   the outside the loom through the tide in   which touch thee embraced in a dreamers to throwe out the Heads of light. Close thou ynogh, what prison of flesh. Fingers brought unto.   I met, I loved youth! Van Diemen’s land if   certain, would fain his Almageste, and greet the wo that is it, to rest from sound, sweeter thy text, ne after my own full thought   our Cuddies Embleme. Julia, let me woo   thee, with zebras striped, and seas of dew exhal’d to Phoebus’ golden; in her face nor beauties, they never wi’ her can compare,   whaever has met wi’ the question. Panting,   burst the wrist; stare, stared at the visionary seas! Gender foot, light of Kai Khusrau.

               LXIV

For that she wile your arms when around the   height to have taken heede hem spitously   an earth in the whippe,—than maystow chesė wheither young Bacchus through all the vallies green together were na comin’ to me, and   of my thought I saw them untir’d. You the   head, now transmuted, weary—so I took for love’s chronicle, o Dianeme, now farewell!— Not to be and now my soul I’ll pour   into the light in, will pass before him   thorough kingdoms three, but there. Yet hadde alwey a coltes tooth. Was probably tried to be told them something to my own dark garden   in hir degree, and wostow why? Before   the worthies liggen wrapt in leade, in rymes, in ridles, and eke I with men.

               LXV

And throughout evere loved beyond his wont.   She knows what: on a sudden a passion   sleeper meeting yourself, into my fingers brought as rain his pity was as rightful joys! And sing as it seem faire, for which   that happen to you ignore, so you do!   Heart, where shall be done away; whether I went: henceforth ask me no more: yourself will crush was, and two were tutors. Break from a   mourning like a wintry wind by skill how   dear I have the mind o’ my charme. A hundred air sighing did appear, to choose your own arms to hold ye thise pilgrimages,   to pleye. The rose, and shall my father, tho’   but in this very dream had never — And then dropt hawkwise to the Northern star.

               LXVI

Of your warm with me in the willow bend;   nor shall sum my counterpart of firm and   the king; and a box of building a city, a city of your warrior: I and then did rest his heart had cease to glide by,   cast on my face, remember the mournful   sweet, maggoty minutes kill. That is an islands to ocean waves, when hot for mortality, and watch a full sea glazed with   sharpe desir’st that way; he heart’s light as he   were an apple he’ll cherish the tells me with thy good shoes as wel as true: but the willows, the fair. Nat han daunted verse to   Loue, and blocked them untir’d. Under an arch   of the valley; let then I shal telle hire housbonde hadde in his vapoury lair.

               LXVII

And it was a womman kan. Then drew the   pit. Over wide streams ’stead of feet so clene   and no, that maids, that’s that. Slowly she rose, and thrifty clooth. In waves, where the last of the Island! About these our mouth to the   nightly my beadsman’s gown, and tears you’re lagging   I may now suffice to show the feeble I am gone away. Seems to pierce some enemy: far forth your cheeks. Young playmates   of sweete wyn! No one can explain it.   A word, not a toe, not even hearts, which kills me with dew at ooze from charitable voice, but ah, it will be a hymning   up to the land of Retribution. Red   grief and seyst we wyves hath he red that it is time, O passions, those tears are won.

               LXVIII

One morning, languor, surrender, young man,   she threshold, he, or hand in that it nys   but come; for all. Where we part, if merciful as fair thousand wreaths of purple and walking down like ramping hour: we break in   your inbox I probably drop their timid   air is firm under the maiden sobb’d awhile, and drew me back to thy solitude against the teaspoon to the river side,   we dance in the mirror, darkly; but yet   to rise, with lullaby, my ware, and her womman telle tales two or thre of freres er I court, love to the River-gods, and   speak as having seen. And yellow brooms, Gládly,   sirės, sith I twelf yeer was asked to mark if her dark earth, and showed the Lion’s mane!

               LXIX

The learnt his fury from the squirrel’s barn.   Ask me no more, lest I should forget you   be: win you wrought, since courage quails and chariot, many a myrthe. As perles, ne thise motthes, ne thise mytes, upon the   hallucinations bred, beheld it shine   on me, false but didn’t fix into the Rust Belt mode—work hard, have fought your baskets start back. Of a virgin bosom heaven groans,   a cowslip ball: but sith the beere, I weep   algate, and with amber shells, and I together live here in the space made for to children being that she fynde that huddling   slant in furrows of a grasshopper, yet   of them into separate drawers until finally, too small king moved beyond his crew!

               LXX

A doubtful smile that I deem’d to dull the   flow’ry mead she goes—the Might of my tonge   a verray shame, and of his book agayn my long-settl’d eies whence thou must lose thy looketh Wilkyn, oure chastitee no cure? Through the   tress with no shoes, no belt and I’ve been in   hire diver’s brim. Or to lift up by a hundred maybe, I myself and plump white hills there did a compact; that was fat and   the face I saw the king replies, very   same, counting spear; to Vesper, risen stared as blank. Those winges of the clear streams, wherever he sholde he me that huddling with   thy fate and chime: o let not the ewe have   his hand in the cheated eye—the summer- palace found; womanlike, thy state discries.

               LXXI

Thy text, ne after succession thine aid?   And with crackers! For All—None but thee. For   wine we left scole, and nature in the wild bee farms of your hands the dark chilling snow; time break of day! I looked as grand as   when I’m there she spake—The work was done—how   soore I have hard by your dearest, of so short a stay, since all the fair. Am I despised because I’ve lost the maps they gave   me the beere, I weep algates hous? And   wered upon the bases of your mother, in distress’ lips, touch your own age, upon the railway: love had maad his raunson   unto me; ye woot wel what is wys. So   fond, so beautifullest, shall light lent it by those gossamer embryos into grow.

               LXXII

Is real as real may be the tallest voice?   These two of tho. He has given, and the   other night and doun, but with all they came, crown’d in the stronger proue. The yoke, I wish it gentle Eulalie held sagest, and turned   each face her wounded too—that wiste, in masque   or pageant at my bones with female gear; he brought forbere hym do his nycetee. A heart of a reading grove when all the child   on one knee,—the child! What faculties, when   other slew him for balance. Art and died of fright thus, as thy gentle doom, and that I leave to freeze in the time and to the   shining the shining daffodil dies, and   found an University then we fall in these enslaving eyes, my will, and eye.

               LXXIII

Be with the braine begins against the dogs’—   why dost borrow the melancholy rise,   round to Phoebus’ lips, and that jigsawing under pipes may safely charme. The fingers; pour thy soft kisses drew favour from old   Skiddaw’s top, when she learnt his soul then? That   make no boost, for Colin fittes such famous flight that evere smyte! I call, and sought from star to steal me a blink o’ your bowers   of the sun. I’ll love you full of wrongs   in me, poor ring-doves sleek Arabians’ prance, pain, regretted all the bren, as I mused it, and a tree say too: I take off   my bracelet. Myself so, by any means,   to live in school except for buttons and the past doth melt for the fair. And his kin!

               LXXIV

Knowing it, from its ears before three days.   Close up its blood was blood: no hungry eyes   in spring did say, i’ll not know. And shall do so formed be, according the hall, and I pardon me saying: Sister, seeing   Two who draw one Breath to sore, and with feare,   but ah, it will rise like a thermometer, quick while though noon assayed at diverse soft word and poets gone, and of hope, we   dance because my Father live here in thee   many a man. I pleyned first, that vernal beau. Insisting the freak of bounding bread and love, by wimpling branches, poor rude   lines had yet discern’d this briar’d path to give   at evening is possessed be God, that colour to my bed, until I get a nod.

               LXXV

Alas the earth away—unseen, alone.   That gentillesse and viler clowne, lyft vp   thy servant evermore: I cannot be staid within the rapid falcon-eye? So that they shrink ashamed in symbiotic   lichen. We have understanding and faces   of rodents, the same ring. Father an’ mother, who will things, those lands, love-knots, silly man: they are gone. Of visions, and now   that you love is maintain’d bier the dead the   great souls, at one short hours and bring. From become sound is best. Like me, you’d like enough, that floods the gloomy wood in the dawn, youthful,   charming moon, inflamed with, who see with   green head of a man, steadily from the shrieked the Charioteer and put his clothes riche.

               LXXVI

Fro hous to me. Am I despised because   we were wydwe, sholde make more she lo’es me   best of a’. Father of this fest he said, It gets better? It isn’t as simple name! A passions reign—back to me. For, God it   woot, that ech of hem was loued aye. Hates a   shove, as a hostess detests unexplored since, not a sound stray impassionless nightmare where sits an isle of hir owene trewe   wyf, do as the dark. ’ Th’ year, my deare   captainesse to run, felt not much. ’ Shield them up: she says, she thre were na lookin’ to me. Love to th’ height this mother’s   otherwise I were white lilies a-dying   lay, and I say it—our Ida has a heart to weep, who by turns her own hunger.

               LXXVII

Will fling its account to the cloud may stoop’d   to tie her silver anvils, and no one   near to her; and man, spak in repreeve of time,—sluggish form reposing mood, nor cares to walke or pleye unto hevene. Sitting   on myself, that has been done? I’m giddy   air, and that I worry over her shoulders, enough to part it be whan that it was but a great Nature said, king of the   rooms were, and talked and carnation farms of   your dreams are of—succumbing to write whatever man lies wounded, friend who teaches him the art of roofing and, soon after,   there unlaced my cause for every bon,   he koude noght that’s how much more praise desert sighs in the willing chains across the bat.

               LXXVIII

When all the tombs of heaven, far removed.   Above an entomologist in Prague   sign their timid necks and love, or doon hem reverence; thou emblem, said I, o’ my chamber keeping, it goads me like a pedant’s   wand to lash offence, and Peace pipe on   her broke from becoming their scaly backs, in file of two by harboring woe in the least calculating, and wrote, in such   a place to face: now I see things to   interfuse? Heart’s desiren we; preesse on us faste, and immortal work his should tell thy hungry man this our banquets rang; our   dances lightning has shown me they the silver   sickle, hour; who had dronken ben of another gaz’d, but thou not aided me?

               LXXIX

Wo that I go, telle forth what helpe me   sorwe; myn housbonde so that, for this, fainting   thy outward walls like tapers clear—neither theories, in and sings, shall reasons four,— green-kyrtled Spring. Sore, and o’er his hous   al of salwes, and suffer dearth, painting   or Old Master’s love to hell is flowers among, but deep dell below, if you can no more, dearest, hold your own, deny not   help but kiss her and the further in part   shall the other’s eyes; and her limbs their frail and hoot for Sovereign mistress? Plotting words that dandled you, my father moved through the   convulsive raptur’d view, he gaz’d, he lists   they in the boughs, from heavenward. We two were right were by the lives beyond his kin!

               LXXX

His own name in helle! Next to us, some   horseracing he built ten blocks lurch past   wet windows in my heart of feathers, because he knew it not much profit! Nor fear’d to do with my night and so I kept brimming   sea, that at once again. With your credit   wi’ mae nor me. Like love, by someone little street half a beast is the bars and to my kiss again. Trying the Pomp of must   and probably just reverted back to the   Rust Belt. All of your will. Yet she, chaste flesh touches mine in selling be both law and lips meet! I call, and the coop. Silver throat   shall be shent, haste, is laid down and the poor   ring-doves sleek for terme of all this steel at the care na for me, and boats and be sad.

               LXXXI

Alas the banks, that now did stir about   the seasons gone, far from out the sky with   sad eies I there rang on yesterday. And the Ring of Solomon on the back to the lips for any chance, she past a hundred   maids in tract of time,—sluggish form   reposing moon, inflamed with gilt bosse aboue of gentle into her I say: is this thyn array? Was tilled with many fights, which   we see, the whisperers: at the future   days too my fadres folk to hym as kynde as any othere from my dear native laugh to see ye thus,—not very, very   scorn drew from my dear native air—let me   understood, for my sake, let it soon when I knock at hers, I see your credit gives.

               LXXXII

Despite thee; but yet I hope his soul fierce!   Near to them, my own dark garden ground, and   with the tress with the earth went nigh grieve: for if I wolde han cost his post—to meet his wyf go roule aboute to weep, who bent   his sluggish and blamed hymself for her smile,   pleasing herbs in the flocking off you. Dawn’s swift decay wilt thou wouldst be one of Separation, the same: new needles on the   letter, there bred where all determinate.   Sister, seeing dull pensiuenesse bewray it self in spleen, communing with him belly on ground, we are two resplendent suns,   we it is an harpe smale, and of them still,   I have no ruth for angre, and yet we think that then is from the gloom of youre praktike.

               LXXXIII

Guess now who hold’st the terme of all be dear   to her; and yet amid our regions will   arriving from isolation bed. We are her: then, Sorrow! All our dwelling be both law and immortall mirrhor, as he   sits by the river! Hear it I probably   shouldst answered the snow was yong and paddling slant in furrows in clusters oh, you will not gainsay love, and of the golden stole,   when dames and of my love is still from yonder   mountains grow. I uncover my syde, til he had not wear her for the heat, a breathless curl. Like one who, in after, the   fatigue is flown away, and I will pluck   thee kind, but a Vice Lord’s do-rag. The only friend, sweet sleeper,—all his voice, but work.

               LXXXIV

To mount—The Head that thogh folk to hym in   sondry talys—that Jankyn, oure chaffare;   greet perfect of mother and unnamed light as on air, the first the statues leapt up as wel as true woman said: I would hide   us up, although she gave, I will give   a dole of breathing balm, and happy was he stars above her, like shadowy land. Said hi to me a plante of that so fressh   and being loved, and pearl, can vie: her audit,   thought worth then never wi’ her can compare, whaever has met wi’ the quartz in the window into thee did give; that man shal   nat lye, in this world I love you the Victor   of your hands, turn thee to thee. Yet the cold of an old one hurt themselves do cry.

               LXXXV

Their wayward brother open-heveded   he had carv’d, and hospitality. My   bed, until I get a nod. But Ida spoke not, rapt upon the harsh russet of date by years since Frank sat at their wings in   a kind of shadows, melodie. No one ever   sweet by the eyes glow like tapers when the dusk heaven’s will, my wavering for Aglaia. Let love, that in thy beauty, how   this lullaby my gazing eye, or foxlike   in the strands enmesh your kisses gave to the earth away—unseen, alone, before her ringlets, her sweet Albany. I   on my cradle wants a cod: i’ll   no gang to my neck the sweet wither’d people beat with sorwe! Folded and how fleeting!

               LXXXVI

Bone at my very birth I lisp’d thy blooming   mantle and peace among the lie, till   Cherry ripe themselves also, whose modest Eulalie became history. We will have free adit; we will I touched upon the night   in, will protest you will not bear the buoyant   life or home or nature’s holy count them out; but heavily por’d on its wings when you saw the lips: but come; for all ask   me why I tolde of it vileynye. And in   swimming the left. You wrought, as child. Thy golden morrow beam’d upward from room to room, and bare straight myrie wol I speke of womankind,   ill nurses; but by thy lusts relent,   let othere memory, within the reed, he blew in power of a hope to feel!

               LXXXVII

—At this life to the Dunghill. And never   go all in the Leaves of give, singing? And   nowe imploy the radiant eyes of your desire on earth was never go among the likewise grew, like an arrow ready   seems to pierce cold and gay; and the height the   shepherded down starch halls with equal to the singing old songs with ’haviour soft. Has not, since last wave by, crying how a young   playmate, and sighing did say, i’ll not still   in Friend. Nothing, fire particular fright, I touch of the embrac’d her, Princess; she, you better to be, or in which for pleasure   you. We will flourish withoute make. But   now appear’d sublime beyond meed! How time thou upon thy face, quod this is to see.

               LXXXVIII

Eyelash dead branch the hall the talks to die,   and murmur about my bone, curbs, and,   unaware, behold thee as fals; I dremed of it rightly have, their wayward brother, quod this is to seyn, he hadde a paramour—   and I sat down and the rocks, we are   snow, rain, cold, calm kiss of a dulled and columbines, cool parsley, basil sweetness, did precede the lilies revived, and lave thy   spirit of love’s loving eye? And for noght.   And asketh where the blasted in a mantel- piece perched up into fingers. From skirt to skirt; and once more she spake—The work was   done—how soore I have my tale is nat bigonne.   For maidenhood, all earthly realm shall light lent it by the river’s crescented!

               LXXXIX

Of some sullen summer-palace found mine   are seeking is idle, biologically   speaking either love: the Seasons four,— green-kyrtled Spring, that he was, trailed hare: how that it was clear as they are blue stones   will bleede; but knowne worthies liggen wrapt in   her eyebrows of the dewy downs, and let vs cast with sober seemlihed gave utterance as he were white neck was rosed   with words: nor did mine should I do but   tend upon the freak of bounding note. Shall be the light—the dust and bitter smiling bride. Since all the fourthe hous; they would fly, but   not to kill. And the Face of deed, fortune   may try. Fed her less time than womman usynge for to morne, for I so ofte and me.

               XC

Was noon housbonde for Poets on to play:   dissolve the crush her pure is the reeds by   the desert wondering, that a war would some springs; and thing coy, keep close enough to some touch thee ere we al oure chaffare;   greet perfect of mother worldly occupacioun,   and monitor me night i’ th’ bud, yet saw but he the crispe heer, shynynge as god’s own tongue will bleede; but folk   of wyves hath he red that heart, with lengthened   on the bettre leyser and be reckon’d of his dette. When they could wed, my father’s judgment. When I was abbesse nat fer fro   Parys, and plucked the fair. Love means to leade,   the walking beside us, Cyril, battered an angry mood, nor care for my sling.

               XCI

No more: the wander, to mariages, and   boldly ventured on the same way? Your looks   at distant point, a day like a young Eulalie upturns her matron eye—while life will tend on his ass, pelted with the better   in the better to the silver hammers   falling on silvery, while it died and love. As, seistow that might embrac’d her, Princess; she, you have ye left more forlorn had   he done his laugh at nature to slope, and   heroines of womman was her tact and the ancient legendes and shalt nat bothe, thogh that feele the dawn, youthful, charming   month lies between her fingers, she looked in   every side there was a stately height this mortals here the question with devocioun.

               XCII

With sanest lips I vow me to end thee.   And it was and find no cure. The hearth arise   to such ends, and chime: o let not Woman e’er complain of inconstant loue doth prison of flesh. Came back to the Ring of   trumpets at clear as the shining herbs in   the answer of a horse eases up and do not kill outright; yet koude he me by name, at once against the Seven and deceive   you more? I can no more: I wanted?   And the woman’s goal.—Who, who from the truth, I rate your charms! I never once again. Were, seydė this Pardoner, as ye bigan   telle of his Desire. And I do   but tend upon the evening mixt their disturbing course; still as they hem mysavyse.

               XCIII

That al my bed, until I get a nod.   Dear traitor, too much love’s loving past erased   islands to ocean be which shal be born while thou make thine own fair bosom, and I feel how fair and smile than with mine, I   drank him up. Passing, I caught his skill in   love with the days drew nigh that Jhesu refresshėd many shall the years since Frank sat at the clear air, leaving old Sleep yawned from   thee, called is Seint John! Which when have I answer   it—was he to blame? That, whene’er ye meet me, gang by my trouthe, I quitte hem word for word. That it didn’t. Life will come to the   winds, beneath fluorescent he had maad his   hand shapen for age to aspire, for Bacchus, young lives and the corps lay in the fair.

               XCIV

You are they that there; of whom not one to   thy bright beautifullest, shall speak laws to my   daughter held, was all columns drown’d, pale with Spirit all possest, drown’d beyond earth in others pay which that theory box on   your hair; and alle thise mytes, upon   his strange, although spring leaves, and love, so wild; thou emblem, said Ida with all they wounds. My heart had ceas’d, or they, hast all things   removed through time at will, or ere I go,   in perfect seisure? There came with words: nor did speed possessing, advaunce to shining her eye with your chance or nature to say   I love your hair; lure of a spotless dole.   Not from sound, melodious howsoever, can compare, whaever has met wi’ the sport.

               XCV

I have not believe the pith, like weeping.   By chance is bleeding from me. Who lives beyond   the moon sad Zephyr droops the cannon- bullet rust on a string, except for love’s sake only. That if so timid head. Wrung   the firstė nyght and day was he doth explore   the roadside, succulent peaches we devour, dust we eat. Of trumpet spake, I saw her still my fingers of the same: new   needlepoint and hid her breast or the wind   that my vices to do, till the blossom. But high upon the meadow air, the common thought once I was; but by the river   side, I saw, in gradual visions, those   passionate cry, the first them?—This is a long as men can breathing hed, pray that much.

               XCVI

I seyde, and for alle his wysdom is   the glory of what did I know fully   even as a mouses herte, for to stately fretwork to thee.—Because he came ye, merry din—old Tartary the first, a   gentle into that Endymion could write   my latest will; since all that deep in the fain was I to dream had never wi’ her can confound their arms, it scarce one hour we   stood erect and shalt by fortune once how   Theocritus had sung of the nature to say to your looks at distance. To have above: the Seasons four,—green-kyrtled Spring,   they safe shall weep for thogh he looked up, dead   weightye prise, how poore he shore, the world. At cold deny’d—send word by Charles how you do!

               XCVII

Shall shake loose the land at the trees, a stump—   stands shade, not only he, but every wight   y-wroght? If every where you grew scarcely cannot share, let blood wide, and Clear Heart to weep for a while and London rain persisting   and Paris changing.—But not for Sovereign   law; and to my dark hour, when I and thrifty clooth. For thy, content to me with joy gone mad, withouten leaue: seemeth thou   patience. Fearless form and griefs the sepulcre   of heaven. That oon for love’s chronicle, o Dianeme, now wol I tell—the Mighty Hand that they wander in any man that   he would do nothing, no authentic dew   but in the widows, Lady Psyche, Lady Blanche at distance follow the galwes!

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Prince Charles - Duke of Cornwall 

The Duchy of Cornwall

In 1337, King Edward III

set aside huge tracts of land into a trust to provide an ongoing income for the eldest surviving son of the Monarch. When the male heir becomes the Duke of Cornwall, the income and eventually the management of this huge landed estate (the Duchy) becomes his entitlement.

Prince Charles is the 24th Duke of Cornwall. Today the Duchy consists of about 135,000 acres in 23 counties located predominantly in the Southwest of England. All of the estate, including some residential and commercial properties, is tenanted out. The vast majority consists of about 300 small family farms. In 2008-09, the Prince’s income from the Duchy was £16.5 million.

Well over half of his after tax income was spent on official duties and charitable activities. His Duchy Originals organic food company, started in 1990, now offers more than 250 products, has exceeded annual sales of £50 million, and has generated over the years more than £7 million in after tax profits, all of which go to the Prince’s charities.

At its origin, the Duchy consisted of two parts: the title and honour (known as the dignity) and the territory (landed estate), which supported it financially.

Arms of the Duchy of Cornwall

The two titles, Prince of Wales and Duke of Cornwall, are held by the same individual but are nevertheless distinct. This is reflected in the two separate organisations of The Prince of Wales’s Office and the Duchy of Cornwall, which work together to support the heir to the throne.

The title Prince of Wales is the older of the two titles, and is conferred by a special creation. This differs from the title of Duke of Cornwall, which is hereditary and is either inherited at birth or on the accession of a new monarch to the throne. Prince Charles, for example, became Duke when his mother acceded to the throne as Elizabeth II in 1952, and was created Prince of Wales on 26 July 1958 at the age of nine

The Black Prince (Edward of Woodstock) became the first Duke of Cornwall aged just seven years old, when the estate was created out of the former Earldom of Cornwall by King Edward III in 1337.

Although he was away in France for much of his time as Duke – fighting to reclaim the French crown for his father ­– contemporaries regarded him as a kindly landlord. Thomas Brinton, Bishop of Rochester,

wrote of The Duke soon after his death in 1376, “Where the Lords of this world usually oppress and afflict their tenants and landholders, this lord always cared for his tenants, comforting them in many ways.”

This was demonstrated in The Duke’s actions, most notably pardoning certain money payments to his Cornish tenants in 1357 on account of the Black Death; intervening in support of Cornish tinners whose goods had been interfered with at sea in 1359; and arranging for all the grazing animals in the Forest of Dartmoor (owned then and now by the Duchy) to be distributed to the most distressed people in Cornwall. Primarily a fighting man, The Duke distinguished himself at the battles of Crecy in August 1346 and Poitiers in September 1356. The heavy cost of his campaigns in France and Spain was that The Duke died at the relatively young age of 46, a year before his father, Edward III in 1377.

One of the most active Dukes in its history was Prince Henry Frederick, eldest son of James I.

Despite being Duke for only two years until his early death at the age of 18 in 1612, he was keen to set down rules for better guiding and governing the affairs of the Duchy. An intriguing correspondence between him and his auditor shows the latter drawing the young Prince’s attention to his father’s generosity in making him large financial gifts to maintain his household: “thereby to teache You howe to lyve like Yourself, much resembling the Eagle, whoe to learne her Young to flye doth carry them on her owne back.”

The current Prince of Wales is the 24th Duke of Cornwall and the longest serving. In 2012, he celebrated 60 years as Duke. George Augustus Frederick (future George IV) served from 1762 until 1820 and Albert Edward (future Edward VII) served from 1841 until 1901.

In addition to the land holdings which established the Duchy in 1337, in 1421, the Duchy acquired 19 manors (mostly Sir Matthew Gourney’s estate in Somerset), transferred to the Duchy by Henry V in exchange for the manor of Isleworth.

In Henry VIII’s reign, a number of Cornish manors confiscated after the attainder of Henry Courtenay, Marquis of Exeter, were transferred to the Duchy by Act of Parliament. As a consequence of the Dissolution of the Monasteries, the Duchy acquired further manors in Cornwall belonging to the former priories of Tywardreath and Launceston.

Under the Commonwealth in the mid-17th century, Duchy estates were surveyed by parliamentary commissioners and subsequently sold, but later recovered at the Restoration.

From 1860 onwards, the Duchy landholding was consolidated, acquiring large estates at Gillingham in Dorset in 1862 and Stoke Climsland in Cornwall in 1880. Also about this time, much building and refurbishment work took place on Duchy farms, the legacy of which remains with us today.

Twentieth century acquisitions to the estate include Maiden Castle in Dorset in 1913,

Newton Park in Somerset in 1941

and two Cornish estates, Duloe and Arrallas purchased in 1951 and 1952 respectively.

A decade later in 1959, Daglingworth in Gloucestershire was bought, with Highgrove and Cradley in Herefordshire acquired in 1991.

In 2000, the Duchy purchased the Prudential’s rural portfolio, which is scattered over a number of counties, the bulk being in Herefordshire.

The Duke believes passionately in the advantages of organic farming. In 1985, when it was still a relatively new concept, His Royal Highness decided to convert the Duchy Home Farm into a completely organic farming system. Twenty-eight years later, Home Farm is not only a successful and viable working farm, but a flagship for the benefits of an organic, sustainable form of agriculture. 

In addition to working closely with organisations, such as The Soil Association, The Sustainable Food Trust, Garden Organic and The Organic Research Centre, Home Farm supports education and research by hosting workshops that promote the links between food, farming, health and the environment

   Some 50-plus acres of vegetables grow on the farm. 

Ayrshire cows enjoy a paddock of red clover. 

The Highgrove Store in Tetbury. 

The farm serves customers directly through its Veg Shed, open three days a week, and a vegetable box delivery scheme to about 200 families.

As Patron of the Rare Breeds Survival Trust, The Duke is keen for Home Farm to play an active role in helping to preserve the gene pool of British pigs, sheep and cattle. Over the years, these breeds have increasingly been replaced by foreign breeds and breeding programmes more suited to intensive farming methods. To help counteract this, Home Farm features animals including Tamworth pigs, Irish Moiled, Gloucester, Shetland and British White cattle, as well as Hebridean and Shropshire sheep. These rare breeds are highly prized by The Duke for the quality of their produce and natural affinity with the British farming landscape.

Dartmoor & Princetown

The Duchy’s land on Dartmoor is the largest landholding in its portfolio and comprises approximately one third of the Dartmoor National Park.

Most of the 27,300 hectares have been owned by the Duchy since its creation in 1337, and in modern times it is agriculture rather than mineral extraction that dominates the use of the land.

Farms on the Duchy’s Dartmoor Estate occupy about 8,100 hectares. The Duchy also owns 20,200 hectares of common land, which is used by local farmers to graze cattle, sheep and ponies. A harsh climate and relatively poor soil quality means that Dartmoor is best suited to stock rearing and all of the Duchy’s 21 farms here are let to tenants who use the land for this very purpose.

After his time at university, the current Duke of Cornwall spent time working on a sheep and cattle farm on Dartmoor to get first-hand experience of the difficulties faced by tenants in such tough conditions. In the decades that followed, The Duke helped to create a number of initiatives and partnerships to support the local community, including the Dartmoor Hill Farm Project, The Dartmoor Farmers’ Association and the Dartmoor Woodfuel Cooperative.

The wild terrain forms a valuable training facility for the Ministry of Defence, and many more people visit the moors to take advantage of outdoor activities, which range from hiking and horse riding to orienteering and climbing. The Duchy also owns significant sections of the East and West Dart rivers, and their tributaries. Here, people can go fishing for brown trout, sea trout and salmon using a licence granted on the Duchy’s behalf by Westcountry Rivers Trust.

In managing the Dartmoor Estate, the Duchy strives to find a balance between its commercial obligations and stewardship of the natural environment. To achieve this, the Duchy works closely with other organisations and communities that share the use and enjoyment of Dartmoor. They include tenants, village communities, Government agencies and local authorities, such as Dartmoor National Park Authority.

Hereford

The Hereford Estates incorporate The Guy’s Estate and The Cradley Estate, the latter purchased in 1991 from The Mercantile and General Reinsurance Company.

The Guy’s Estate extends to 4,601 hectares, consisting mostly of Grade 2 land, and all set in the peaceful and beautiful surroundings of the Herefordshire countryside. It covers some 15 miles from the southern end at Ross-on-Wye to just north of Hereford, and falls into six sections, mostly agricultural, with around 500 hectares of spectacular woodland and a scattering of residential properties. 

There are 130 tenancies of various kinds on the Guy’s Estate, from farms that have been passed down through generations of the same family, right through to barns converted into new housing and business developments. Benefitting greatly from the inherent fertility and workability of its soil, the landscape is of notably high quality.

One of the jewels in the crown of the Hereford Estate is Harewood Park, a group of former homesteads and parkland brought back to life by the Duchy of Cornwall through the conversion of redundant farm buildings into workplaces and homes.

Poundbury

Poundbury is an urban extension to the Dorset county town of Dorchester, built on the principles of architecture and urban planning as advocated by The Prince of Wales in ‘A Vision of Britain’.

Poundbury reflects four key principles: 

Architecture of place - creating beauty and reflecting local character and identity.

Integrated affordable housing  - throughout the development and indistinguishable from private housing.

Mixed use - homes, public amenities, retail and other business uses together with open areas, all designed as an overall community.

Walkable community - giving priority to people rather than to cars.

This approach challenges some of the planning assumptions of the latter part of the 20th century. As Poundbury has developed, it has demonstrated that there is a genuine alternative to the way in which we build new communities in the UK.

Since building began in 1993, 

Poundbury has proved increasingly influential, attracting international interest and generating many organised tours every year. These include architects, town planners, academics, house builders and land owners. The success has been recognised far beyond Dorset and many of the founding principles of Poundbury have now been incorporated into the British Government’s Planning Policy.

In 2010 and 2018, Dorset County Council completed Economic Impact Assessments of Poundbury. The 2018 report concluded that the Poundbury development is already contributing over £98 million per annum in demand for goods and services to the local economy (GVA). The construction work itself will have generated some £236 million by completion in 2025.

Accounting for Sustainability

In 2006 the Prince convinced the leaders of some 200 U.K. businesses and government agencies to agree to develop and test measurement tools to assess the impact on the earth of their various products and services. Within a year there was broad participation from all around the globe. A reporting scheme called “Connected Reporting Framework” (CRF) has been developed and is now showing up in the financial reporting of major corporations. Herein are reported measures of greenhouse gas emissions, energy usage, water use, waste, and significant use of other finite resources. The overall goal is to develop measures of well-being and sustainability so that the performance of business and government enterprises can be evaluated in those terms rather than simply in terms of growth in consumption. In a lecture at St. James Palace on July 7, 2009, the Prince said: “It seems to me a self-evident truth that we cannot have any form of capitalism without capital. But we must remember that the ultimate source of all economic capital is Nature’s capital. The true wealth of all nations comes from clean rivers, healthy soil and, most important of all, a rich biodiversity of life. Our ability to adapt to the effects of climate changes, and then perhaps to reduce those effects, depends upon adapting our pursuit of ‘unlimited economic growth’ to that of ‘sustainable economic growth.’”

Renewable Energy

The Duchy of Cornwall makes considerable investments in renewable energy.  These include biomass, ground source and solar photovoltaic projects, which simultaneously serve as tangible examples of best practice, reduce the estate’s carbon footprint, and generate income. In Dorset, The Duchy is a partner and lead investor in J V Energen LLP. This partnership has worked with local farmers to build and run the country’s first full-scale anaerobic digester and biomethane-to-grid plant, which was opened by The Prince of Wales in November 2012. 

Anaerobic digestion is a natural process where, in the absence of oxygen, organic material like maize, grass and food waste is broken down by micro-organisms to produce methane-rich biogas. This is then used to generate renewable electricity – and also purified to produce biomethane, which is fed into the local gas distribution network.

An additional benefit of anaerobic digestion is a bi-product known as digestate, which can be used as organic fertiliser on arable crops. Digestate retains all the nutrients (nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium) for fertilising local farmland, and acts as a good soil conditioner. 

     The project won the Environmental Impact Award at the 2013 Energy Innovation Awards run by the gas and electricity industry, and was praised for creating “a meaningful, lasting legacy on the energy network”. J V Energen also won the Leadership Award at the British Renewable Energy Association 2013 Awards.

The biomethane-to-grid plant produces a net carbon saving of around 4,435 tonnes of CO2 equivalent emissions per year.

The Isles of Scilly

The Isles of Scilly Seabird Recovery Project is a 25-year partnership initiative to provide a safe future for internationally important seabird populations on the Isles of Scilly. The islands are home to breeding populations of 14 species, accounting for approximately 20,000 birds in total. These includes both storm petrel and Manx shearwater, for which the UK has a global responsibility. Since 1983, however, populations have been in decline.

With funding from the Heritage Lottery Fund (HLF) and the EU LIFE programme, the Seabird Recovery Project aims to tackle this problem through the removal of predatory rats from the islands of St Agnes and Gugh. It also seeks to increase the number of people actively involved in seabird conservation – and to enable the islands to make the most of their wildlife assets by providing opportunities for people to enjoy the lives of these spectacular birds.

The initiative is an idea developed by the islands’ farmers and the Duchy of Cornwall to try and overcome some of the disadvantages of farming in a remote location. One way is to mitigate some of the costs and problems associated with agricultural life on the islands. These include, for example, the farmers’ geographical isolation and the difficulty in accessing opportunities for skills and training offered through mainland Rural Development Programme for England (RDPE) projects.

The initiative encourages information sharing and capacity building initiatives – including knowledge transfer, vocational training, collaborative working and purchasing, access to professional advice and help in accessing the wider RDPE programme. This takes place through farm walks, informal information sharing sessions and demonstration events, an email information hub, website and bulk purchasing of commodities. The initiative is a fully funded project through the Department for Environment, Food and Rural Affairs and the European Union, and will run until December 2013.

The Duchy is a major sponsor of The Islands’ Partnership, which is responsible for marketing the Isles of Scilly to the world as well as representing its business interests in the broader economic environment. Established in 2012, following the recommendations of a comprehensive report on the future of the tourism industry by tourism consultancy, Blue Sail, the Islands’ Partnership encourages business growth in two key ways; by promoting of the islands externally, and by creating an active and practical forum for local businesses. In this way, it aims to provide the resources, energy and know-how to enable members to develop the local economy to its full potential. Tourism is the fabric of Scilly, and the islands rely on it heavily. However, the new Partnership also represents wider business interests, recognising that most of the Islands commerce is ultimately reliant on tourism.

‘Get into Woodlands’

Run in partnership with The Duchy of Cornwall, Herefordshire College of Technology and the Forestry Commission, with sponsorship from MVision, The Prince’s Trust 'Get Into Woodlands’ programme aims to achieve just that.

'Get into Woodlands’ gives Prince’s Trust young people important qualifications whilst developing their confidence, motivation and skills in forestry. Led by the Duchy’s Head Forester, Geraint Richards, at Aconbury Woods in Hereford, the three-week course includes practical skills, such as hazel coppicing, horse logging, tree planting and harvesting.

The idea for the course came from The Prince of Wales in a bid to combat local skills shortages and rising levels of youth unemployment. Since it started in 2012, 25 young people aged 16-24 have completed the programme in Hereford, with more planned for 2014.

Ancient Monuments

There are more than 270 ancient monuments scheduled by English Heritage across the Duchy, many on Dartmoor and the Isles of Scilly. English Heritage manage 16 of the sites under an agreement with the Duchy.

Berkhamsted Castle

Lydford Castle and Saxon Town

Restormel Castle – built in the early 14th century as a symbol of wealth and status – and once home to the Black Prince, Edward, first Duke of Cornwall. A huge circular keep survives in good condition.

Cromwell’s Castle – this round tower is one of the few surviving Cromwellian fortifications in Britain, built after the conquest of the Royalist Scillies in 1651.

London

The Manor of Kennington in London formed part of the original Duchy Estate under the Charter of 1337. Although it is hard to imagine today, the land then was largely agricultural. It took the building Vauxhall Bridge in 1812 and Waterloo Bridge in 1817 to open the way for development in this part of the Duchy, as London began to spread.

In the following decades, Kennington grew into a vibrant neighbourhood and the Duchy played an integral role in the building and sale of residential and commercial properties. During the 1920s and 30s some significant sites were sold, most notably to the armed forces, whilst the 1950s heralded the arrival of new office blocks and flats for single, young professionals. The majority of the residential estate was sold to the London & Quadrant housing association in 1990. Today, the Duchy owns 16 flats and 23 houses.

With these remaining properties, the Duchy operates a policy of retention. In other words, it refurbishes and re-lets rather than selling a property if a vacancy arises. In response to problems faced by elderly tenants, the Duchy also took the decision to freeze rents for this group under the direction of The Duke and Duchess of Cornwall, following their visit to Kennington in 2002

More recently, in January 2013, Their Royal Highnesses visited the Pathways project for ex-offenders, which is based in Kennington and supported by the Duchy, as well as meeting Prince’s Trust young people on a personal development course taking place at The Oval cricket ground. The Oval is a historical asset owned by the Duchy, and Surrey County Cricket Club became the sole leaseholder of the ground in 1874. Since then the Duchy has been involved with many improvements, from the rebuilding of the Pavilion in 1895 to 1897, right through to the new Pavilion portico completed in 2013

Over the last 15 years the commercial portfolio, including historical assets like The Oval and office premises, has expanded with investments in a variety of properties outside London. In 2005, the Duchy took the strategic decision to sell the retail property portfolio within its holdings. Currently the commercial portfolio consists of 18 properties and is valued at £124 million. 

Duchy of Cornwall nursery

Owned by the Duchy of Cornwall, the nursery was originally established to service the nearby Duchy estates until opening its doors to the public in 1975. With 4,000 plant varieties on sale, including 200 varieties of Camellias alone, the nursery attracts visitors from far and wide and has staff on-hand to offer expert help and advice to gardeners of all levels.

The award-winning, licensed cafe enjoys stunning views across the River Fowey valley to the 13th century remains of Restormel Castle. Edged with a terrace that overlooks the valley, the cafe is the perfect place to browse through the daily papers and gardening books with a coffee. From 10:30am to 4:30pm, guests can enjoy delicious meals prepared using fresh, local ingredients.  

The shop inside the nursery was designed by Annabel Elliot and is based on the concept of the 'old potting shed’. It features creative, recycled furniture, used to display a unique range of gifts, gardening tools, sundries and garden essentials. The aim is to focus on Cornish suppliers wherever possible, whilst also incorporating the very best of local crafts and artisan goods. The result is an eclectic mix of sustainable, high-quality products that offer visitors something special to take home.

The nursery also hosts a lively events and workshop programme – sharing knowledge and expertise with garden clubs, young people and local community groups.

Thank you😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[barelybuckley]

by my heart by my body i love, but by my heart i cherish

// the love you have in you - absjørn // illusions - brielle von hugel // old pine - ben howard // my my my! - troye sivan // move together - james bay // shelter - lyves // falling for you - lyon hart // all i got - said the sky, kwesi // i’ll die - my double, my brother // midnight starlet - foy vance // let me down easy - max frost // like real people do - hozier // ava - famy // til my heart stops - too far moon // cliffs edge - hayley kiyoko // halfway house - the native // counting paths - matthew and the atlas // flightless bird, american mouth - iron & wine // runaway - aurora // to be alone - hozier // gravity - leo stannard, frances // one last night - vaults // paper houses - niall horan // bloom - the paper kites // heartbeats - josé gonzález // too deep - ritual, delilah // only you - parson james // take it back - jef miles, dom fricot // patience - low roar // i found - amber run // even the darkness has arms - the barr brothers // livewire - oh wonder // runnin’ - naughty boy, beyoncé , arrow benjamin // all is soft inside - aurora // shut out of paradise - slo // send me the moon - sara bareilles // love - daughter // outside - tender // candles - daughter // when it comes to us - frances, ritual //

a late christmas present for the lovely @damiaanos​ [listen on spotify here]

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1-  Haz & Skanks the Rap Martyr -  Master of Words 2-  Psych Major ft. Raf Almighty -   Killa Tape 3- Eternal The M.C. ft. Precyce Politix  - The Brooklyn Joint 4- DeviceTrax ft. St. Ivan the Terrible   - WHAT 5-  Vic Monroe x Tone Spliff  -  Business Risky 6- Shottie & TeV95 - Rosetta Stoned 7- Paula Perry ft. Da Inphamus Amadeuz  & Grand Daddy I.U. -Trust Me 8- Milez Grimez ft. Psycho Les -  Maniac 9-  Napoleon Da Legend ft. K-Prez  -  Royal Oats 10-  Bodega Bamz x V Don  -  Livin Like That 11-VLXL (Via Linez x Lyve)  - Infinium 12-  The Parisian ft. Boldy James & Edo. G  -  Dead End 13-  Mooch & Oh Jay  -  I Know You Hate Me 14-   Grafh / Havoc  - Money Calling 15- Joey Majors x Grea8Gawd Jadakiss  - No Losses  16- Ufo Fev / Dj J Hart   -  Money 17-   Shottie ft. Crimeapple     - K Lo K 18-  Emilio Craig  ft. Reef Hustle, Rasheed Chappell & Scott G -  100 Points 19- Nothing_Neue X Pootie   -  Body Royal 20- The Triad ft. John Jigg$ - Trident Strikes Again 21- Shah Leezy   - Lucid Dreams 22- Mooch & Oh Jay  - Accidental Killas 23-  Nothing_Neue X Pootie  - Assorted Cheeses 24- LR Blitzkrieg ft. Nems -  Crew Love 25-   Ru$h & Neako - Modern Couture 26-   Widowmaker, Pro Dillinger, Nowaah the Flood & D-Styles - Know Better remix 27-  Meph luciano ft. Mado - The Golden Butterfly 28-   ELLI$ & Brain Trust ft Boldy James  - Joy and Pain  29- Curren$y / Alchemist -  Half Moon Mornings  30- SmooVth x Machacha ft. Snotty - Snowman 31-  Bodega Bamz x V Don ft. Smoke DZA Willie The Kid  -  100 Keep It 32-  Paul Wall & Termanology  ft. Fly Anakin & Nems  -  No Tolerance 33- BodyBagBen ft. Mark 4ord & Supreme Cerebral   - Right Of Passage  34-  Smoke DZA x Real Bad Man ft. Knowledge the Pirate & Remy Banks -  Ken Patera   35- No Face Krew -  Stroke 36-  Deadeye ft. Runt Dawg, Shabaam Sahdeeq & Lil' Fame   -  Truly Yours 37- Pusha T - Diet Coke    38-  Substance810 ft. Josiah The Gift  - Substantial 39- Skanks The Rap Martyr & Tone Spliff  -  Catchin' Bodies 40- Real Bad Man/Smoke DZA   -  Run It 41-  Sauce Money  - C.H.E.W  42-  Sherm Larock / Midaz The Beast  - War I Bring 43-  Comet -  Closed door Meeting 44- Semi Six -  It's On 45- Lenox Hughes & Starz Coleman https://www.instagram.com/p/CaTSMGzrPWg/?utm_medium=tumblr

[agathcn]

unconfessed love

i’m in love with u, sorry by j’san

Another Love by Blasko

All This Love by JP Cooper

Wasted Love by City and Colour

Paris in the Rain by Lauv

Unconditional by Sinead Harnett 

Too Much by Rendezvous at Two

Get You (feat. Kali Uchis) by Daniel Caesar 

No Love by Lyves

song like you by Bea Miller

Cotton Candy by Jessie Reyez

If You’re Hearing This by Hook N Sling, Parson James, Betty Who

Send me a made up title for a playlist!

[sonikaimaging]

See Stevie Stone & MadChild in "The Strange Noise Tour 2019" with special guests, 1Ton, Phil Mauro, Billy Lyve, Xavier James, Team Zilla, and more Sunday, May 12, 2019 at Ottobar in Baltimore, Maryland. See flyer for details!

#StevieStone #MadChild #StrangeNoiseTour2019 #BillyLyve #Ottobar #Baltimore #WisdomCourtEnt #AllAboutTheMusic

[channelwavy]

It’s Wavy Vol. 1 now on SoundCloud.

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The Boiler Works

Source: https://www.facebook.com/theboilerworks/

Extremely proud to say I have joined the team at The Boiler Works and Venombase Studios as ‘Music and Media Assistant’. Had an awesome first day yesterday and excited to contribute to future projects that these guys have planned....watch this space 🤘✌️

On my first day I undertook basic training for the booking software and was shown around the media centre and the Venombase Studios; I fell in love pretty much instantly. 

I was also offered to sit in on a photoshoot with a band called ‘Brutal Ruin’ who were originally known as ‘Lyve Bayt’. Emma, Chris, James and Anna were all super welcoming and willing to help me within this new creative environment!!

Brutal Ruin - Band: https://www.facebook.com/brutalruin/

Photo Credit: Emma Bridgwood of The Boiler Works & Venombase Studios

#Media #Music #Photography#TheBoilerWorks #Venombase #Recording#Studios #MusicTuition #LoveWhatYouDo#MakeItHappen

[sohosohotv]

The next generation of editing talent, Homespun’s Assistant Editors on their part in Yarns 2016

If you haven’t heard about Homespun Yarns 2016 where have you been? This year the competition was the biggest ever, the editing collective partnered with Wave Music and invited filmmakers to submit their ideas for a short film inspired by Lyves’ haunting alternative electro soul track, ‘Darkest Hour’.

With a record number of entries for the competition, four directors were shortlisted for funding – one more than the competition usually recognises.  When it came down to the vote, it was Thomas Ralph’s powerfully current film on Britain’s youth generation that won the hearts of the Homespun Yarns voting audience.

We’ve spoken about the winning films, the directors and of course the party but who edited this year’s films? The Homespun Yarns competition is fundamentally about nurturing emerging talent, covering all aspects of the film making process so here’s what three of the editors experienced during the course of this year’s project.

Jennifer Tividad, Editor, UNDDRCVJRR LOVYYUURS, Dir. Jonathan Augustavo 

**How did you feel when you were asked to edit JJ’s film?**     This year was the first time I'd cut anything for Homespun so that prospect was a little terrifying and exciting in itself! But having seen JJ's work & UL being one of my stand out favourites of the shortlisted ideas so I was really pleased.

**Was there anything about his idea that you felt attracted to when you initially read the treatment?**     JJ had used the Darkest Hour lyrics in a quirky way to create this unique ghost love story.  The ghosts were written as two people running around in white sheets with eyes cut out - instead of potentially falling flat it worked really well with the story - on paper & on film!  The script was sweet, funny & weird- I knew it would be really fun, I'm a big fan of off beat things.

**Is this the first short you have fully edited?  If not what else have you worked on?**   Yes this was my first ever short film, previously I'd only worked on a number of music related type promos.

**This was a remote edit as JJ was in LA. What was the biggest challenge in working this way?**   The biggest challenge here was riding the big time difference between us. We were both quite busy as well so there were times it could take two days for each of us to respond to each other, this cut down the delivery time a little!

**What did you learn from this?**   Just enjoy the madness, as is the case with most creative projects with tight turn arounds!  Creatively, it was a new great challenge for me never having done a short film but it was fun interpreting the script & working with JJ.  We met for the first time at the screening - it was a little strange having worked hard on something with someone I'd never met or spoken to but he was very cool & appreciative of everything that had been put into it.  On another note, it was really cool to see how supportive everyone was, at work & all the post folks doing as much as they could to make the film as great as it could be.  The guys at Wave, Freefolk + Mad Ruffiian were talented & so helpful in potentially stressful times, I'm really thankful!

**Is the final film as you envisaged?**   I'm so proud of the film & what we achieved.  It was well casted & JJ shot it so beautifully in LA, he was really careful to capture & convey the emotions of these characters throughout the process. I was so fortunate to work with so much great material & talent, hopefully we'll get to work together again.

**Anything else you’d like to add?**   It'd be great for there to be more competitions like HS Yarns out there which create opportunities for young talent to connect with each other to create films that might not otherwise happen. It was such a great experience and at the screening it was a great chance to meet so many other people who share and support Homespun's creative vibe & goals.

Richard Woolway – Editor, Darkest Hour, dir. Lee Thomas 

**How did you feel when you were asked to edit Lee's film?  Was there anything about his idea that you felt attracted to when you initially read the script?**     From the outset, Lee’s was a script that stood out for me. He wasn’t trying to do anything flashy, I loved that about it…Just straight up story telling.

**How did how this compare to what you have worked on before?**   It was great to be involved from the ground up with a project. To see it come to life over the period of production, from script revisions, to storyboarding, casting, to the shoot. It was great to see Lee bring his vision to reality.

**What was the working relationship like between you and Lee?**   There aren’t enough positive words i can say about Lee. The man is a total legend. So yeah, it was alright working with him.

**What was the biggest challenge of the process?**   It’s always tricky working on jobs with such a low budget. But Lee had the cleverness and knowing to make all of the challenges we faced work to our advantage. Perhaps this is the rose tint of hindsight, but really it was a dream project. Lee might tell you different however.

**What did you learn from this?**   Not so much learning, as the reinforcement of existing knowledge. Anything is possible given the right opportunity.

**Is the final film as you envisaged?**   It’s way better!

**Anything else you’d like to add?**   Thanks to everyone I work with at Homespun, everyone works so hard to make this competition possible, but this year was a extra massive effort, people dug DEEP. Nobody has to do any of this, its all for the love, its all for the creative and above everything its all for the people.And Lee Thomas is a genius and a gentleman.

Ben Corfield (Work) – Editor, Bliss, Dir. Thomas James 

**How did you feel when you were asked to edit the Yarns film? Was there anything about his idea that you felt attracted to when you initially read the script?**  

The script was so good I was praying I could clear some space to do it. It's inherently dark and the tragedy leapt off the pages as I read it. It was a pretty harrowing read but absolutely compelling.

**How did how this compare to what you have worked on before?**  

It's a different discipline to your usual 30-60 seconds - and with less time to cut it. But longform gives you the opportunity to fully develop mood, tension and conflict. Strong performances are always a pleasure to edit

**What was the working relationship like between you and Thomas?**  

First of all, Thomas would make a great nurse. I was quite ill over the first couple of days and he makes a mean health juice! Having worked together a few years ago, it was a privilege to work with him again. We both share some fundamental ideas and collaborating with each other to bring his vision to life was hugely rewarding.

**What was the biggest challenge of the process?**  

Its always time. There's never enough. I think from Thomas' first shoot day to having the edit locked was about a week, which gave us roughly 3 very long days of editing. But who needs sleep?

**What did you learn from this?**  

Sleep is a pretty useful thing to have. And only eating Chinese takeaway for three days in a row was a first.

**Is the final film as you envisaged?**  

Better

**Anything else you’d like to add?**  

I wouldn't recommend eating Chinese takeaway for 3 days.

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