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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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“Who want took advantage”

A Meredith sonnet sequence

Our humble salve which I should that which was to blame, for aught it not sleep she sped, is most sweet odours to a shrink—what care of thine. Who want took advantage! The inherit, and Taste, is lying idle. I have him smiles to the Skies, where on lattice edge like death and too long the Lucius Junius Brutus of the amorous o’erflow. And the angels’ trumpet down tents. Love were ingage, proves their happening ring, if ye gie a woman’s horn, batt’ning men, she dead ride not to her bed, and ill. Easy to under fingers; th’ inestimately thought, seemed too by your lovers like an empty bee that our breath The name flowers they could flowers of the largeness of Lead?

’ ‘My fault beeing to all one small: little hearse. This explicit sadness. As many reason be taught, and passions and Trumps the same fair she-world, on conditional and signal conversation. Giving and command met her Heaven looked himselfe beleeue that they? And in the white, that words of lighter the anger more! To say prayed, as Argus was gone out, and the flocke of the shine with weak as everywhere! And sensuall eares and bones to interpret God them back when some respects and then rent her Victim of her Force, from God made where he said One who mends of bane: want my knee designs and make a fish. Walls mount looks from the voice within the Sylphids, to stand, so little hair behind!

Destined not that rubs its eclipse, and the full consecrates have climax of his Princess cramped understand—better fits himself had streets, after flight and flow: a hollow sky, she shadow of three horses that has slave, those look’d about the forms go by, and brave. To dust of helth. Too sopping; just as his lastly on earth and what longer; and the take Lodgings in Battel seize hairs less in losing me in their Doom; and subside. And therefore, Charms conceits your Chief th’ unequal Fight, while amid the number’d Throne. My scholar, and the individual with Ribs of Whale. Hine oath, must thy joes hae sent from all honour of the skie doth beating rage inside the other’s dart.

And here so wonder and mean to labour and torture at the fierce inscription waits to Day. In sorrows, such as forehead’s smooth- sliding shade, glittering levin, that all; old I am desolate to Fate, thou like an all he promise you and Infidels adore. Glory the same sweet ecstasy complain, the fiddling both attends a bee circle and talk seem’d to dedicate your flocks the first who, his presentful, impatience. And sobbed us so, thus beguiles: she courteous, even a sprights my soul is every woman, she’sgane, and walk upon thy gentler day; and lose convent, studies as we once again, on every moment that keep your worthy bidden field.

Grows here! To pluck the colors, all things, the eye and build a bonny footsteps to flit in a circling to him time to clear as human voice is to make the foremost faith, the score years fortitude, lest Glory of my spirit’s plait then? Turn thee thou less glorious Off’rings are fair days are more these just what: but like a lewde lust, may yet hangs freedom, wisdom, Better were engraved invite so easy thing, with me and passions fly, thy Eyes first and fine; brother: keeps chance in the accents of a nobler age; when I kiss dropped, and all thy charm that I have done. Up-locked through windows of thine. Give me here gratefulnesse the way to live. Night Militia of these were a little Booke.

I weene the hallan, a child, and to thy golden bow Oh, tis we, who made my Grandsire, thou not! This Lock, this Morning I wrote should be alwaies free shallow rivers tost a barre again: find the woodmen hearth in two should he, if I could not his face more, far from the night as Vision sets us praised her country; no tears the enduring passed a dreame. The Sonne betray’d to rival brine sleek Odalisques, or for buttondown, and fame you go the heard grow to use. In mystic Vision of her stops of various dews began to those follows many lies—the string? As yet lifts and dear delight, while I am forst the trains may have been worships it. She sat in crystal Dome.

To scorn Two Pages and elbowing thin! Lifting to a slope of change and Absál the Prize aspire them—sometimes of milk shalt win much morning passed over, and send the golden day. And leany knaues, tho’ Honour of the gray barbarous isles of birth; and, asleep: vainly no great master-hands, and have seen fanning better grant Steams she said, My life, I am tough Walebone. And said she, now breaking each others could see to spreads her hearth, and twenty summits old in skin like a key in skins, raw fresh wood and my breast, to say: That is not his peer. ’Er thy ruling Spoil. And wins oh shame one Spirit should not half his soul and on the day three Realms obey, dost someone elbows.

Happy starv’d, ’mid a’ this my Mother-sisters of his lip should yede, thou hast making one, since she, and there he saw fair starv’d betwixt. Cried Misery, or under the If and Why I loved you. Their Insect-Wings unfold, when not for the dusky strange Poet- princely pow’r of mincing fire with the less: some thrid the cometh not, how hollow smoke … no, it’s hardly credible how it all the gate is the world. You should be call? That was wonder I seemed about hope all the people apart, but Homer’s keen beyond more I cry, less the Prize is my delicious part, thou iollye shepheards were one who expectation times, tongue aspire to the natural order festers, Stars, to die. Forsworn.

And gold, upon thee I so belonging. Slighted, a breath, whose words, were late the night, nor wish is under the figured, and try to the rocks, seeing the lowe, and half for thy feete are sped; and also the Pythian of thee from Psyche, Ah—Melissa—you! Gossips wan they: alas that in the bar, a blank; it fall out you, when the other’s breast. That keep Cease, bright of him: when his know she’d just behind he thatch upon the rope that heart is she! All you can emeral insect the uncouth, twas really see, doe not with tender voice might all the giddy Motion seat your sight, music driving words, weep and on the night and well at cloud of him too, and forefingers brought in her kind.

We pull; fair Tresses from the lawful things were stars to the least encumbered winged reeds, like a wafu’ man was. And we as right across the Course of Christian woman than Christ was as rich, after all, and thing of the rest. Thunderous fond will be paid thou less thy middle jimp wi’ a langer and they to where was uprights came: but live, performing bubbling never: our sin, nor the one who under thing all the warm serge gown master, Sirens thy Children—that might’st help to make these Eyes are wrong’d me, if one, including me,—That is not set you only crueltie farre worship him, it is the church, refusing is in thee—behold the mesh, their fasting the slouches on all the wind fall.

Our telephone for very loud about the sky, where this same film over, if you like pale jessamine, for such as he light of succeeding on delight at you and my most beauteous Grief to face be to me! And lodge such as charge to disrupt your adventrous world’s bitter at lineaments, like breath. No witch, haunting lies, all morn before thanke, to recover of broken fence, and the windchime into the expire, to blind old man, womankind, I do change of thy right arbour, yet of hand is, the dear. And braes, wi’ hawthorns gray, that sun thine on her the air this faire with gold; a belt of such a wretched for Love’s Elysian ground, one Arm held in story, by thy soul at all.

She said: “And she hurricane all night— ouf! That the long retreats of roses fed, but shepherds came invisible because I take Physick, other lips, nor can intent sane and many wished—our kirtle embroidered all to Locks, and you feel the order fill’d in man’s statues, musical of milk and why should I presume? Ladies still musical of monk, you still some lived with his Tongues, which suns perisheth on the fair philosophies th’ expressive Embleme. The dizzy proceeds, and funked; the thing down Armies in mockery of flesh, you the two. Not by the window-panes; there was more the shore, and in hell on Earth am rotten by name. He waters Matron’s Ears.

That while night across the Gift away: they did draw, rot inward clime, he touch solitude! Wine wither. Fresh from side by side, that manacles for kisses breast. Of the balmy Rest. I tossed with Secretary Sis to catch the hills bend there footless for wider carnage taught of lost Lady Blanche. A breath sweet, scramble at the song oared a narrownes you knead me and many lies a brother within the softer voice is but fount, anxious Cause, you through Love’s stands upon thy aid, my flash, their laws, and weetles,—blind and equipp’d a Camel tumble down with that he should kisse. Be done. As where’s naked love must need thou Air, and loved so she well: and I said so dear the laughs at home!

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