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libidomechanica · 5 months ago

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Untitled Poem # 13077

A kimo sequence

As they were for such, indeed, and window’s not move unto the op’ning dispense from Sin? And lo!

He lay in fact, and haunted darts. She had spent leaning, rearranging so deeply reap’d late one.

The drugstore, since she doth wake, must waite. The handsome still fractured every clever; most people go.

I never story I leave me leave to go. Its sores and night. Had been her chereful cherish!

The city can dare I can’t competent face; and thoughts quite good quality. And still retains grow.

The tree. With some men may be disdain’d hiatus’ in the many Grace, like showman. And castle.

He died. I can’t comprized among the graves are what eyes, of Satyrs knelt to the luver’s fire.

And Tom are pleated of delight: each upon the clover hit the sky. What with such you depart.

And look upon wondering, it mean to see is the—the—Pooh! And fearing organs lift the damned.

But on the grave, I loue to say my dear. A moment he had such less clever, but what I ought.

Once, that Juan, to hers, in the shrunk as free, at least, once is twain, if I had tolerant brightness?

Aside to thee. Though the waters—go thy grown more beauty’s effect from me, after his mother.

Knows, and make trial. And burst inclined they had not what, but it in my honour me, for he had lost.

But I vnhappy freedom a dunce. I liked the wrong emprised, I should from every human heart.

To these, the hulls or dales, those who have been rent. Little warbled lay, till a Higher Power rate.

Julia, who is colder? But the ample moor, and draw thee, and through so thank’d room, like guest; received.

Or, if her will fractured to. To heauens conspird in one these meadows sits eternal Laws be right.

Summer sky’s with her is a lower makes here. With your redeeming from Clarinda, friend; between.

Unconscious sky but that mine, and Meg. When its styles, chipped with such or sang here, with Cocker’s power.

Would I have live not one mile uphill touch’d, alas! Meanwhile their docile esquires also see.

That ole Ace downright was the wrinkles. Warm, flush’d—and all verses made! Province hap always doubt.

With vexation. But of the moth, though its supposed, and set my Seal: the phantasy was a bride!

As the order: live oaks, shorn of all else? She wild wind-flowers. In aspect and all circumstance.

And kye; but stroke of mutual minds and love-knot in one they led, and the smells of both in lays.

He stood the marvell’d, with eyes do thee. See with his pryde, from this plaintively began to my thigh.

Accuse me nothing, on a smock, to see. An echo to Maud? And he of the road smoking sea.

To give a fee was return the grosser part of ever for three. Do not lament those flowers.

Most uncivil? Down overplus; more to shining eyes see beautiful old rhyme would not a white!

And sup. ’ Kissed, and I never springs from no Womb of May strewed flowers among the blank end.

Down the sighs, undressing-room, and the dead so slight. A man not lead the first hygienic measure!

Will which grow: for supernatural as dots now in silent which they the Lord’s estate. My mind.

Listen what wol his toilet, but sagest of interwreathe beginning Love!; I care none, the lie!

In for qualities and that scenes, went as we knew this: I never hearts can be attack? To name.

Slow and some lives and full sailes drowne now than the garbage tub is more a way. Or wakened.

That I am falling. And a beauty were within as pretty, burnt, and monogrammercy!

With from me. And I knew, to Corinth, ask’d her father’s window, and means I am, the English?

With a knot of this, what ye could be now under weed took upon. Duly set rose of ony!

Springs were did not many things? And is placid, that which erst from the battering holiday.

Like Coleridge, into martial— defences. With thing of a brazen head, but pity: thus again.

So leaning, rearranging, and if we keeps vigils pale. But window, a suddenly he heart.

Which beat no pass will storm a fortress than one to put the play. First taught, the night; no hiding-place.

My father’s terror the dead and sad! To fear the words meaning. ’Ning red by blind the still, he shoes.

But often said so, to belong to go out. They but none compassion, and gaudy day denies.

—Against a cotter, like a landing shame than those above! And earthskin, which him raised: proud of this.

Having vow. Let wealth to vie with the shepheards the sofa, there we grow more slow off—to pleasure!

Then to itself, or bouts rimes. She snuff’d the wind went round here are the thrilling made up a million.

It is delight. Court every place? With thee still for woe of a virgin’s grace oftimes to me.

Father’s sin: I am to musick lendeth! Being his comrades to ring, as any the same.

To hear the lot of bliss: fie, please your hands. Pell-mell, and a spoil a change each in a storm piles up.

Be ne’er held fortune every word to gard. Nor, which, by thee. See now, because the other us.

At last, everything love. All thou dar’st, all to-night are clichés. That thou hast found or seven years.

Then she short, this, for this youngest tarry eye doth sweats, which love. Be gilt, while our love the mother’s.

So, as I best beams. As those owner, with frantic joy I’d pay within me ever light die.

That fair against not much beloved right eye. Camouflage on Humane Society: in which?

Who frown’d not kindly! You care not much good, he had glutton’s tray the more, in all, she saw the way.

Then in bring to things, she sat down the most dearly! Sweet Adeline, you know, this, whose Waterloo.

Which the worst of a nuptials joyfully the slave none a word. Love, thy mystery often hate!

Even when Julia found thy words came march! From year extent of the eye; they blur the brake. The things?

But scorn, began to put on, the chaste, and destroy his naughty stories, she saw his grac’d and me.

Who will say t was a justify what water, waking. He would taken out, not one of man?

That Maud too, in the moonlight, and were kindly! Young pigs, over the world of life she pass in storm.

To give? Scar between theyr good old wives, crowned with foot, which somethinks I see themselues abused.

As fast aside forebodingly tributor of ladies a snare: some feelings almost dere.

That the bedded her. Upon that I came and left our love, hearing against a virtues not write!

In heavenly can drink ashamed, with that sad official clocker, monstration in which the air!

Modestly buy, if I knew by her skies; and innocence. Which young philosopher wander arms.

In that I can knot wake up dead. Doves common reading to blames such doing easily, he lie!

I wanted me themselves and then—what is mine. Of rain, nor leave to say, I’ve lost. Trampling my heart.

, With frisked what ye may plant my loving stream— the hear away. Short or the just now impartial eyes.

‘Tis some friend became that times, (like their shoe. Recalling that a still some boy for leave us lief.

It not all into rhymes. Some people of brown so we all thy charmers, who that sublime on earth.

And drank so much, the origin her blame, in hope of cloud or ink; t is won. As I must die.

Did not strive, but you—you got it, rubbing your sweetly to be enricht. One end of stern steeple.

Wine content way the whole ocean with more. Dream of a spotless love is prey, riding to some year.

Use other water. For thee alone, she’s length the vale; and even we, for ever, and Allah!

But from their favour, and made arabesques illumination, hem best. If thou see us.

See it like Tinkerbell and sense and role, did see whatever I should go on? As roll the head.

You had he forms do feeder was smash candy out of the year’s pleasure, when leaves, in the Meaning.

I can make for thy wrack and therewithal, then maids, wherein I am, first night. For my sling.

The more stranger: if peopled her loving sound. Like two soul was remove, over the brilliant man!

But when Nature’s truth: no place of why you in the midnight, soone will’d, and gleam’d throw mockings and die.

But all the world to kill. To hint at interest or act, or even here, did make hasten’d death.

Made gloom of the skies;—and well have just that sicker so acutely that that glows. The roses crown’d.

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tarysande · 6 years ago

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Uriel Doing What has to be Done

“Just because he told us his plan doesn’t mean that’s his plan. It’s Uriel.”

I’ve been thinking about Uriel. And I’ve been wondering how much of the pattern he could see at any given moment. Because he’s an angel; an immortal. A human minute is not the same to an immortal being who doesn’t have to live within the concept of a lifespan of perhaps 80-90 years. Does Uriel see patterns of days? Yes; he claims pressing the key will kill Chloe in two days. Does he see months? Years? Is it a clue that, when talking about Mum, he says, “She’s been here, what? Three minutes? Now you’re already defending her.”

Because here’s the real question: Why does Uriel bring Azrael’s blade to Earth? (And why, for that matter, does Azrael let him? Death is always watching.) We, the audience, think it’s because he’s going to use it to kill Mum. We think that because it’s the conclusion Lucifer jumps to, and even though we have seen Lucifer jump to many many wrong conclusions in the past, we believe him. Not only that, Uriel’s very appearance, I believe, plays on audience-held prejudices and biases.

Before Uriel, every celestial we meet is tall and strong and beautiful. We trust Lucifer because he’s our POV character, even though we know that his own feelings and emotions and history make him an unreliable narrator. We have seen the beautiful favorite son, firstborn angel Amenadiel fall in slow motion and then crawl haltingly back toward the light. We’ve seen Amenadiel do good things and we trust him, too, especially when Lucifer grows to trust him.

When Uriel shows up, he’s shorter and thicker than either Lucifer or Amenadiel. His human form is older; he is not young and beautiful, his clothes are drab and either too baggy or too tight. And if first impressions don’t ensure we already dislike him, Lucifer’s attitude toward Uriel takes us the rest of the way---disparaging Uriel’s trenchcoat as “pe/do/phile chic,” for example. That’s a laden word.

We, the audience, think we know what Lucifer thinks he knows: Uriel has come to hurt Chloe. Like Lucifer, we love Chloe and hate anyone who would hurt her. We distrust Uriel because his clothes, his appearance, his New York accent, his Mafiaesque vibe, like relying on ‘accidents’ to get what he wants and ensure his outcomes (Hell, the actor’s connection to The Sopranos) encourage us to. Kimo breaks legs for the Mob in the same episode we’ve got an Italian American actor known for major gangster-related roles pulling strings; these things are rarely coincidental with the Lucifer writers.

This episode is about appearances. Lying about them. Changing them. Pretending to be something you’re not. Amenadiel pretends to still be a powerful angel; Chloe pretends she’s not as upset about the accident as she is; Kimo pretends he still has movie star money; Jamie Lee pretends she still loves Kimo; the manager pretends he has Kimo’s best interests at heart; Kimo and Wesley pretend to be enemies; Chloe reads Coraline--appearances!!--to Trixie. What is Uriel pretending to be? How, perhaps, is his appearance at odds with his truth?

Uriel pulls out Azrael��s blade after explaining, “Dad’ll do the same thing [forgive Mum], he’ll let his guard down, and then she’ll destroy him. I need to make sure that doesn’t happen.” If we look at the events of “God Johnson,” this is exactly what happens. The God we see in God Johnson may not be the full power of the Almighty, but we know He has some of God’s essence, some of His memories. It’s not just the healing power of life; God knows Lucifer as Samael without prompting. And we know that iteration of God is willing to forgive. Mum is the one we know isn’t interested in forgiveness because she tells us again and again that she’s got an axe to grind and boy she can’t wait to get at the sharpener.

God, after all, is still an enigma---as “The Weaponizer” reminds us with Lucifer’s angry speech about how no one knows what He wants, and the various grace notes peppered throughout the episode reminding us everyone is essentially blind when it comes to God’s actual wants/plans/needs---”Nobody bloody knows because the selfish bastard won’t just tell us!” That this is immediately followed by “There’s my Lightbringer” in an episode that is going to introduce us to the flaming sword is not a coincidence. Mum means Lightbringer as truthbringer, I think; shedding light in the darkness. It’s one of the many meanings of Lucifer’s name and his insistence on never lying.

But back to Lucifer and Uriel at the church. Lucifer is the one who points out it’s Azrael’s blade; he explains its power; he says, “No Heaven, no Hell, just gone.”

Uriel replies, “Finally a moment of clarity between us.”

But is it the clarity we, the audience, think it is? Is it the death we (and Lucifer) assume Uriel is planning? Because when we get to the finale (Uriel says, “Maybe I’m working up to a big finale.”), isn’t that what happens? Lucifer slices open the universe and Mum leaves. No Heaven. No Hell. Just gone.

Lucifer, still assuming Uriel intends to use the blade on Mum, says, “You’ve gone completely insane, brother.”

And Uriel says, “I’m doing what has to be done, and you’ve run out of time. I don’t care about your deal with Dad, I don’t care about your little human, but it’s obvious you care for her a tad more than you do Mom. Now, all I need to do is hit this one little key, right here. A sequence will begin and two days from now, your cute little human will finally die. So, Lucifer, you can either let that happen or you can give me Mom. Last chance. You choose.”

The bolding is mine; I’ll come back to it in a moment. But first, here’s the thing: Uriel doesn’t tell us what it is he cares about, not in so many words. What can we infer? That he doesn’t want Heaven to go to war. He doesn’t want the Universe to be destroyed by Mum and Dad fighting. He looked up to his siblings and kept trying to play with them, even when they rejected him, and even when, as Lucifer says, it was “strange, considering he already knew what the outcome would be.” So what is he doing here? Revenge? I don’t think so. That’s Mum’s thing. He could’ve killed Amenadiel. He could’ve used Azrael’s blade on Lucifer.

Why does Uriel bring Azrael’s blade to Earth? If it’s to “kill” Mum, why are his last words to Lucifer about “the piece”? If Uriel’s plan was to avoid Mum returning to Heaven, being forgiven, destroying Dad (and possibly the Universe in the process, including his siblings), why would he tell Lucifer what he needs to know to fix the flaming sword? The cut-through-the-gates-of-Heaven, maybe-Lucifer-would’ve-succeeded-in-his-rebellion-if-he’d-had-it flaming sword?

What if Uriel saw a different outcome all along?

Back to Uriel’s monologue, then, and his actions on Earth. These actions seem focused on Lucifer; he only deals with Amenadiel because Lucifer adds that variable. He doesn’t seek Amenadiel out. There, I think, we see the actions of the frustrated, stubborn, rejected little boy whose siblings never played with him. But I don’t think that kind of vengeance (or even justice, some might say) is why Uriel involves himself. I think, on some level, Uriel believes Lucifer is the only one who can come close to understanding him (though I wonder if Uriel and Azrael didn’t hatch part of this plan together, both being young and small and not the best or brightest or most beautiful).

Think about it. If Uriel was always rejected and excluded, who of his siblings can now understand that best of all? He needs Lucifer to help him but he also knows he can’t just ask Lucifer to help him; Lucifer is paranoid and distrustful. Lucifer might say no. The pattern might change. Perhaps Uriel has seen all the ways it will never work just to ask.

So Uriel goads him. Finds his weaknesses. Plays on them. Exactly like Mum is doing to Lucifer. Only Uriel’s doing it to try and save everything, whereas Mum is doing it to get Lucifer and Amenadiel to help her “retake” Heaven; war is always implied. Death is always implied. Patricide is implied.

In their fight, Uriel says, “Patterns are tricky like that; it takes time to get a real sense of them.” He looks Lucifer in the eyes. “I needed to study you a bit.”

Again, we assume because Lucifer assumes that Uriel means he had to study Lucifer’s fighting style. But I don’t think that’s it---at least, not all of it. Uriel arranges the car accident; he watches Lucifer’s reaction to it. Uriel arranges the confrontation between Kimo and Chloe; he watches Lucifer’s reaction to it. Uriel gives Lucifer an ultimatum (Lucifer, who once rebelled against the Creator of the Universe because Lucifer asked, “Why can’t I choose my own way?” and Dad said, “Because I said so.”).

Uriel goads Lucifer, knowing damned well that goading Lucifer is usually an efficient way to get him to do something. Tell him he can’t. Insult the things he loves to get his ire up; Lucifer is impulsive and protective. Uriel suspected Chloe was a weakness---or, perhaps, even a source of change that makes Lucifer better. So he insults her, belittles her, attacks her, knowing Lucifer will shoot from the hip. Uriel says he doesn’t care about her; he says he doesn’t care about Lucifer’s ‘deal with Dad’---we know Lucifer loves Chloe; we know Lucifer values the honor inherent in keeping his deals above all things. These words are very precise jabs at Lucifer’s weaknesses, his Achilles heels. Uriel knows what he’s doing. And Lucifer doesn’t see it; he falls for the “trap;” he lets his anger drive him. (Later, Uriel also mocks and insults Mazikeen---Lucifer’s favorite---but again, though he has the chance, he does not kill her. He’s still trying to push Lucifer toward an action.)

But Uriel does give Lucifer what he most desires; choice---at least he says he does. The thing Lucifer wanted so badly that he ended up rebelling and being banished from Heaven for it. Here, too, a parallel between Lucifer and Uriel: Uriel is making choices here, something that would never have happened Before. He still looks up to his brother, still wants to be like him.

Mum says, “He’s not going to give up until he has either me or that detective.” Asked to make this choice, Lucifer says, “I refuse to believe that. There is always another way.”

“If anyone can find it,” says Mum, “it’s you.”

Because hasn’t that always been Lucifer’s role? To find loopholes? Other ways? To do the unexpected?

And believe it or not, I think Lucifer’s ability to find other ways is what Uriel was counting on, too.

“Your pride was always going to be your undoing,” Uriel tells Amenadiel. (And doesn’t everyone think/know that pride is Lucifer’s thing too? Pride goeth, doesn’t it?)

Ultimately, pride is Uriel’s undoing, too. Like every other celestial we’ve met, Uriel underestimates the intensity of Lucifer’s loyalty to those he loves, human or not. Because the celestials don’t “get” Lucifer’s (or God’s!) fascination with humanity, relegating them to the equivalent of toys or pets, they do not understand the lengths Lucifer will go to in protecting them. When Lucifer kills Uriel (because it’s the only other choice he sees, and Uriel has goaded him relentlessly into thinking this is true), and Uriel says, “I didn’t see this coming,” it’s proof that Uriel---with all his patterns, all his prescience---still failed to accept that his celestial brother, his brightest brother, could possibly care enough about humanity to do the unthinkable.

Perhaps in the pattern Uriel thought most likely, Lucifer ended up working with him to build the flaming sword and banish Mum with it after they traversed this path. Perhaps he believed (wrongly, always wrongly) that he could manipulate Lucifer successfully (the way so many others have tried and failed to do). Perhaps he didn’t understand that his brother does not negotiate with terrorists, especially those who hold the safety of his loved ones hostage. Uriel says he will take both Mum and the detective; he says, “You can’t stop me, brother.”

Getting Lucifer to act by telling him what he can and cannot do.

And in that final moment, I think Uriel understands. In studying Lucifer, he missed the most important lesson. His brother isn’t the man he once was; he’s changed. And this changed Lucifer might have been reasoned with. This changed Lucifer might have helped.

And so Uriel tells this changed Lucifer, “The piece is here,” hoping that Lucifer will pick up the thread of the pattern that should have been, the one where everyone is saved, where Mum gets her own universe, where his family doesn’t go to war with one another, where there’s no Heaven, no Hell, just gone.

Uriel just won’t be there to enjoy it. In this pattern, his is the sacrifice that makes the best outcome possible. Hell, maybe he did know that all along, too. How sad that would be. To be your worst self in order to make the best outcome happen. When Uriel says, “You’re lucky I would never use Azrael’s blade on you, brother,” is he planting the idea that becomes Lucifer using Azrael’s blade on him? How much of the pattern has he seen?

And I would like to believe, from one rejected brother to another, Uriel does see that his own actions led to this fratricide---and that he regrets it, because in making his brother a murderer, Uriel has potentially undone all the work that has gone into changing Lucifer for the better since last they met. (They call each other brother so often, even though they are, on the surface, enemies here. Brothers. Something that could have been and now never will. Even in dying---forever removed from existence---Uriel reaches for his brother, entrusts him with information. And somewhere in Lucifer’s subconscious this gets stored not as a lie, but as help---because otherwise, HellUriel wouldn’t be able to “tell” Lucifer what he needs to be thinking about.)

Pride goeth before the Fall, and in this case, the Fall is a very final one---and perhaps neither Lucifer nor his brother actually “got what they deserved,” no matter what Maze says. (“The prick got what he deserved.” Lucifer doesn’t think of him as a prick here, no. “He was my brother,” he says, tortured. “What have I done?”)

And in a world without Chloe Decker, without Linda Martin, without people who love him back, I think Lucifer might’ve fallen all over again after killing Uriel. But he doesn’t. And that’s a change, too. A really damned important one.

#uriel #lucifer morningstar #lucifer on netflix #thedeckerstarnetwork #lucifer meta #lucifer thoughts #lucifer analysis #lucifer 2x05 #the weaponizer

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mswyrr · 6 years ago

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lucifer 2x05, “weaponizer”

This is one of my favorite episodes - it’s tightly written across the board and has a lot of humor and heart. But two scenes really stand out:

1) Chloe ruins Uriel’s plan--stops a “divine intervention” in its tracks--by her human choices, her goodness and courage. The way she uses her free will and inspires others to be aware of their own power and use it:

We can't control what happens to us, only how it affects us and the choices we make.

She doesn’t even know that she’s defeating a celestial plot on her life! She just knows: who she chooses to be, how she is going to live her life, what she is willing to stand up for (and die for). And that’s enough. She can reach out to the best in Kimo, to his own ability to use his free will to be more than the things done to him or Uriel trying to influence him.

People are more than mere patterns. We have something sacred within us, we can choose. But only if we remember that we have that power, even when we feel powerless.

It’s a great moment and kind of highlights the core of how the human vs. celestial stuff ultimately is meant to balance out on this show IMO.

The humans are a lot stronger than the angels and such, in the end. And not in a twee way either. Since the celestial beings don’t know what God wants any more than humans do really (a good creative choice IMO) they’ve actually got a lot to learn about living well in the messiness and uncertainties from humans.

2) After all Lucifer’s fanboying of cheesy Action flicks--and the show’s own well done action sequence--killing Uriel to protect Chloe and Mum isn’t... like, they don’t *use* the very visual tropes which make action violence pleasurable to a viewer. It’s not romantic or fun. It’s not a Big Man Protects Little Women moment.

It comes out of nowhere and there’s no satisfaction in it. It’s not power, it’s the opposite. The breaking of something that cannot ever, ever be repaired.

Uriel was a dick but he cannot do what Amenadiel got to do, which is grow out of dickishness - or even turn down that opportunity. He can’t do anything. He’s just gone, forever.

The way the camera frames it is so cool for two reasons (1) we’re focused on Uriel, who thinks he’s the badass action star who’s in control. The nerdy brother who--after being the oddball nobody wanted to hang out with for millennia--thinks he’s finally proving what a Big Man he is, so the stab is as much as shock to us as it is to him. And (2) since we’re not centered on Lucifer (we’re not even looking at him until the final moment) he’s not the “agent” of this sequence - it’s terror and instinct at work inside him, not powerful intention. He’s just lashing out to stop Uriel from hitting the button/key. It’s not a moment of power, it’s a moment of loss of power.

The guy who thinks he’s the Big Man falls; the guy who is acting on sheer desperation and feels no thrill of power from it does something he’d never want to do.

It’s pretty darn cool, how they deliberately avoid the visual language that would make it a moment of power for Lucifer or pleasure for the audience, in an episode all about the kind of Action movies that do that.

The guys on Reddit who complain the show doesn’t do violence well (or, specifically that Lucifer, “arguably the most powerful character in the DC universe,” isn’t constantly kicking ass and taking names like one of the Action heroes he fanboys on the show) are kind of missing the point IMO: since it’s such a bonkers show on every other level, the only “truth” it’s interested in is emotional truth. That’s why therapy and psychological growth is the core of the show. That’s literally the only kind of verisimilitude they’re interested in. The cop stuff is bonkers; the theology is bananas.

But everything that happens has real emotional weight.

If Lucifer killed his brother in a visually Action-y “fun” way, if it was depicted as powerful or satisfying... like, they’d kind of be breaking their own rules as a story.

#lucifer netflix #lucifer meta #lucifer morningstar #chloe decker

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athome-businessideas · 8 years ago

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Top 5 HDR Software for Mac Users to Try in 2017

Taking high-quality, long-range photographs and videos can be difficult. Fortunately, using high dynamic range (HDR) imaging techniques can drastically improve the quality of your images.

However, HDR isn’t a perfect solution. You need to know:

When HDR is appropriate to use

What HDR applications work the best

The good news is that there are a number of great HDR tools for Mac users. Here are some of the best.

1. Aurora HDR

Aurora HDR is the newest HDR software on the market. It allows you to create multiple, beautiful HDR pictures from a single shot. The only real downside is that it is only available for Mac users. Other than that, it stands head and shoulders above most other HDR tools. According to Kim Seng, a professional photographer and the editor at Captain Kimo, it is also the best.

“The program is full of options with many different features that make it easy to produce a very unique look,” writes Seng. “ I also found it can produce very natural looking HDR images simply by clicking the reset button to bring the settings to zero. It’s supposed to be an all-in-one software and it’s pretty close.”

Many other photographers have also said great things about this HDR software. One of the main benefits of Aurora HDR is that settings can be customized to match your skill level.

2. Photomatrix

Photomatrix was designed to eliminate flat shadows, unsightly highlights and other unwanted facial effects. You can use it to take multiple pictures with different exposures and seamlessly merge them into HDR. You can install Photomatrix for free. However, the $99 premium version gives you access to few other features, such as the ability to process large batches of images.

3. Oloneo HDR

Over the years, people have raised a lot of concerns with existing HDR tools. They include:

The program is very slow to operate

There is little consistency between the quality of pictures

Oloneo HDR isn’t a flawless solution, but it is a major improvement from other solutions. Miroslav Petrasko, the editor of HDR Shooter, states that fast processing capabilities set it apart from other solutions. He says that it is the most versatile solution for rendering images in real-time.

“Oloneo PhotoEngine and Oloneo HDRengine are the only application to offer digital photographers full control over light and exposure in real-time, as if they were still behind the lens.”

“This is the fastest blending program I ever used. You can see all the changes you do on the photo in real time, and once they are done, you can directly save the photo, without any additional time needed for processing.” – by HDRShooter

4. Machinery HDR

The first version of Machinery HDR was released in 2011. It has undergone a number of changes. It doesn’t have the same functionality as Aurora HDR, Photomatrix and a couple of the other tools on the list. However, it is a pretty decent HDR tool compared to many of the others on the market.

According to a review from F64 Academy, one of the biggest benefits of Machinery HDR is that it autoaligns handheld brackets very easily.

“I would recommend Machinery to a friend in search of an HDR tone mapping alternative to the programs currently on the market. While there are some minor set backs, they can be overcome with a little bit of experimentation. Overall it does a great job of rendering beautifully tone mapped HDR images that require very little post processing.”

It also has one of the most intuitive tone mapping features available. The interface is also very easy to work with.

The biggest downside is that the program is frequently changed and the operator’s manual doesn’t always reflect these changes. If you want to dedicate yourself to learning the tool, then it can be a great HDR application to have. However, you may have fewer headaches by using one of the other tools instead.

5. EasyHDR

EasyHDR has been a leading HDR software application for over a decade. They have separate licenses for private and commercial use. You can export images in multiple files, including .jpg, .gif, .png and .tiff. You can create multiple photos and blend them together into a photo sequence. You can also use EasyHDR for tone mapping. This makes HDR images look more natural and fit different computer screen sizes. EasyHDR recommends taking different images and experimenting to get the best result.

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With light by

A kimo sequence

That grew beside a human door! With light by light: lonely thing, that soon he rose and warmth of loue.

But Flight. Of air, not pure as it, yet pure, doth well delight. My slumber was gone for you, my dear.

Because the blue sky bends over and trust that I shall those tears; take me to the centre. But there.

Pushing toward daybreak. A dainty dish to set before me, when the trance was o’er, the mastiff bitch?

I do not the disaligned. Though yet, heaven seems half-way to lift some weight of low replies.

That hole where leather men are vain? And slowly rolled her with me, we’re wed to one eternity.

I have been faithful to you, Cynara! Harry, Tommy, Wilfred, Edward, Bert—and light and song.

Stay with your old baggage. Plunge them in up to thee, and thee to mee: no, no, no, my Deare, let bee.

Says, I wanted to get married. With blushing shame, by rage suppress’d, let tears, and weep each other?

To sit a star upon the floor below. And, Do I dare? No, no, my Deare, let bee.

Cannot flie away. Nor equal, nor unequal: each fulfils defect in each, and lang’rous waist!

—Thy words, relieve my verse in time, your fortune— range the wilds of Time, perhaps not a woman, off!

Make in misery to live. And lie, ever singing, each to each. Makes you tyrants in the end.

Free from fear, they cross’d the diver’s brain, for a lady’s chamber floor. Yet so did I let my friend.

Now do I know this: I fell in love wilt hear; if from thee. Oh Angel of hopeless, lasting flames!

After than Phoebus, if he seav’n times bright! For forbidden fires. To spit out all the dance was mine.

Bright eyes, that all her hard and cold white as stone. Involved in stillness, plighted vows fleeting as air!

Assist the field is universe into a lute. Is it indeed so? Be thine! The air is still!

I told my love had seen mine execution. Curse on all best exceed proportions of the year.

And gave a twist to me. Which stands check’d; Religion of my mind, thy words, thou art as tyrannies.

I’ll wrap it round. Till the same chance!—Harry, Tommy, Wilfred, Edward, Bert— and light a cigarette.

And all thou know’st to my dear doting heart. Do love you here is none like a dog in a kennel.

But tis twilight dawned; and out of sight. Owe this dearest, that long-wish’d-for end, full to thee, and doubt.

The lovely lady’s shroud. I heard the mermaid now, for I will say: How his hair is growin’ yet.

Give me the shade of the sky.—An’ Charlie, he’s my darling, the young Chevalier. And is he gone?

Ah! The Castle wa’, she saw three bonie boys playing with a dying fall beneath the huge oak tree?

Our bed is lovely maid and sees a damsel bright a dame! Hand, turning her grave. By more than dead!

And like a noon-dew, wanderings I have sinn’d! I want to glide a sunbeam by the Maiden’s side!

Where I fly, pursue, rise in the brain is not so. Spake words Sir Leoline. I dreamed I was a child!

By thee to mount, and complaint of present the bonie laddie in. Bare, lest aught unholy loiter here?

And love to so base a vice, for no man knows. Much, Cynara! No matter by the might be well!

He danced with rough. Amid that scenes appear where’er I turn me not to belie his soul with clay.

Run afresh, as if she ’d said, Gee woe! I lift my heavy eyelids my anguish hangs like shame.

To the fault; I view my crime, but kind? To labour was thine! And do accept my madness, and weak.

He drank: her fair large bright and slender oats foraged in the lady’s chamber door; and the sun.

A cool suspense from pain; thy life destroy. The wanton thru the flower amang them very ill.

Of lonely way, close by the castle bell. As if she be small, jewel-like flower unfamiliar.

The way to the blood runs out across the sounds and strange man should presume? That is so vex’d with thee.

To know her but I? Or foxlike in difference. And thus she stooped, methought I heard a hollow sound.

A blue moon for an instant leper. Lord of her beauty lies, when faithful to the land of spike?

And none of us thought thus watred was my strange death of Jesus set me free. In this fashion.

But could have this; she shall: then my hopes and men, who looked askance and end with his society?

And those tender-ship, cried Sally Brown! Sleeps, and love all night upon mine ears, both I and the brow!

Within the bathroom floor mocks your haire with me! So, the year, that yours and mine had bound us lie?

Van Diemen’s land if certain when two dewdrops on the best, even to life in the airport. Ah!

Seized, inside my honest faith in this man no more, but other me? A shining steps of thy child!

Lingered in the moon is behind, and saw thee woman in contractions are five minutes apart.

Comes first—light in what they might half undo it. Of loue new-coin’d to her from the pitiless wave?

And his Anguish grew—how bear it? But, as luckless, I have sworn to bury all things undo me.

That looks up at the lady by her word were it even for me. Loathe the side-lie of a truth.

For once, a tremor breakfast the sky ascends, wi’ sangs o’ joy. And damning their necks, where away?

And flush themselves forsake and for very feare would return to life, to life in thee has killed it.

And the rain on my soul. And I was a rose that green mama who first forced me to Mortal part.

Scott, Rogers, Campbell, Moore, and Crabbe will trim. To sail with old Benbow; and here, ev’n then, shall be poor.

The Sexes rose to work upon is much too much, some say, she seems that sweet said, that thou to dread?

And hark, again! From happy pieties, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweet face of you and me.

Why should poor beauty from my love, my life. But, as luckless, I have known the rain lasts anywhere.

In the bud will wear white despair? Wilt thou go with me, we’re wed to one eternity in days?

Not Ida; ’ clasp it once all-fragrant-curtain’d love begins again. Then downward like those who love.

What peace. And her voice is strength beguiled, this golden foot of May is on the bloated hiss of death.

For I have slept on the brands were stopt with griefe. Still as death, can break her word were it bitterness.

The earth forever! It must be because it is a precious seal of my life, myself—and you.

Is changed in a convent’s solitary Child. When I break through all the grist of its insides grow.

Now folds the maid and thine for me. Than Heaven, my Lover, were my Chamber Heaven’s sun staineth.

Err I dare to look at the basin and wriggling on thy fame! My own heart’s heart, where, while I weep!

Till love you, dear, I’ll love you all; let Virtue be your soules; come wait on hir whom winged Psyche true!

I waste my heart and mine should hindred be. Gloom, and nothing can be old, for as you with my death.

For once and show me what I meant, at all. Proud of many, lives upon his gaine is our lost will.

I call, I call: who do ye call? And the rent, and long to stay with your old baggage. I would get.

—Not the power to burn and be all that bloody torments you doe give, creatures, couched her homage.

Geraldine shakes thee hence. Yet, if Hope has flown away in a night, or in nothing but a feint.

That heart to this fool lord, dare I bid her abide by her side; nor strange. That is misunderstood.

You soarer, you of the sea. ’ Echoing straits between the hills? Again she sees my lady’s maid.

Nor shall die tonight, I wrote this morning. Black Melancholy reigns; what means the warm leaden sheet.

And the gravelly sand take a body to it, even blue-eyed fly to the field. Sir Leoline?

From op’ning on the crowing cock, how drowsily it crew. Shall ever was in our own child-bed.

Within and whom I am confined. Water so cleanly I myself upon the floor below.

Cries to catch her but I? Of all that we see or seem is but as a tomb which happened balloon.

Out for love, to give the wreath’d trellis of a working brain, love alone. With a moonlight and song.

I lift my heaven knows, in joys and woe so many times. To the banks, close of each too, too late.

My soul would only be the best, even to life in losing mine? Naked, a double behind.

Like cliffs which have no fear! Beneath the weight of soil, nothing new is in us, and were at peace.

I knew a beautiful olives. We men and drivers in a bar-room around its wings and neck.

—Come live with me—or fall from its boundless mere, with true sight! This day my journey should I presume?

Into many a summer’s front doth sing and saying plainly of not turning from yonder bay?

Oft did I rove by bonnie Doon, how can you bloom so fresh and faithful to its crisis? Have guessed?

I fell, and fro, while I weep! And turning away, wants to be made, cobbling at the lasting flames!

Such gentle still dictates, and those faire skin, beamy eyes, for the quarters, and looking to the Pole.

Pitiless wave? Flickering gyres, but he’d once about to have gone to the sun delights me.

And may appear so when this rebellious heart, and that will show itself to stone. Nay, fairer yet!

To swell a progress, start up, the same chance! As old as a dog, as quiet as a skeleton.

Move still doth breeding flow’rs. They will sing to me. That even its grossest flatterers dare not brave.

That looks up at the happy again. A clover, a Fisherman mends a glimmers on to me.

To them through my fingers am I at all satisfied. Her deadly pangs be drown’d, while I slept.

Rain on thee; yet eyes this curious friend. The winged’ steed, I wish we never looks both small and dull.

And make my old excuse, ’ proving his caresses by the cold. With open eyes ah woe is me!

To deem, as a most logical conclusion, that ’s underneath the weight. It even for me?

Nay, by my own eyes inspiring hole. My heart is dust at the pin; and here, ev’n then, shall meet!

Unto the straitest best of all to Love than is or ever dear! Angels of the precious jewel.

100

Ida came behind. That brought to. But to- morrow, the field. While prostrate here increase! To the field.

101

I cried for madder music and forms of men! His gentle daughter is safe and fro, while I weep!

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“Do not girlish”

A kimo sequence

Thus thou wait thy mother, to thy ‘Will’ more. “Oh Shah, who taught the ashes. Smelling flowers are twins.

Do not girlish but ne’er love the shepheard you be kindle into motley halves; pensive Sara!

To rob a living Childsworth Farm, past the horse the twist; and still to your name. But a sigh so sore?

Yea, if they to the ground. The true speed of light there, if, listened. And cause I caught him, and lilies.

And doth endite, and wonders and behind our sheep them if not I withered homely wife; for woe.

Spent, my silken net and griefe. Queen of camphire, which Enna yields. The invited to this defence.

Deere, Cupid offend. Queen Virtues the tracks. Ready to the must, let’s prove but forst by Nature born.

Glasses a good does rifely blest, o why that ever done force, they repair: that she even.

—So have a footprint of the rest. Love; behold, I grant mine eyes from wealth it is fresh, and evening.

Yield all ouercast. Provide and heard you been kind! Through the Fruit of these alone. Breaking his she said!

Force accomplished his own despised. Thy lips of sweet in springs from those ranckling doe companions?

And tell what I dreams, ready spent, tell them. Up like meteors and flutters, and the window-pane.

To take ourselves to me should learn to die. I would example to the Tree! Runs it need no light.

And she seede, their first foe in this subject lends not on your hidden pride, and you know dark woods in?

And she stainless steel the work boots. The Curse of Better luck and the marks the skies. And to be mowne.

When April, and nature keepe. The gray hair beneath the field, thought me fly, and so they claim his know?

At this upland disappear, and a few friend. Many waters carried Venus gloue, brake bowe, brave.

Till that every man haunt beloved is why I’m telling breast. At fifty should be contemned.

Hair sprent with scars, still cut straight so foul. His cheek where entertain roe, with whom we castling, lovely.

He on the care the poor tearm of the gods, whose crowned him, but which love I would I meet? Of Bether.

Dost thou hast brought uncalled the goatherd gods, that goeth down the world, to like, and thro’ the girl, her hair.

And I thy long, and flow. If this of your wise hands, now I will I not go gentlemen, and griefe.

And cried: and deep to clear spring of the work of Nature feare. Mind spills the river, without rest.

Whilst through Time’s stops under his own selfe to Sorrow! If thou wage mute! The valleys; meseems I fly.

Can it become extinguish, him to die. When in this, And where to such an ill resign my life!

Then tell that satisfied. In the peril keep my woes, there should fold of timely face deepening strange.

With free from you, and gave me to the moon. Sweet joy befall the crier cite this mask of my locks.

Soules are holding to fix it, of men who groan, while ourselves to feed in a flock to be crowes!

To teach and I force to eat. I ask’d them doe loue, ioue on his own sad name in out of her drop?

He went down to myself t’ excuse: sweet- William with lilies. There wit become as a bitter.

And now, and my bowre, then of her smile his right! Finer politic senses all my nature love!

A time when the smell, and her well as White, deepening valleys. You smile it wasn’t making no defence.

We’ll sculpture the bird into the plain true it in any way toward Damascus. Probes to stir Lo!

Both the cages forget: the unpermitted, who laugh o’er those huge despair. Not the Knot; and Queens.

Sweet-William with thee to the good ointments on the lilies faire, is built of bliss, and fro, and worse.

Than we see Lo! Yearning her beloved, O thou mighty titles tied, but before wilt renew’d.

Rose-cheek’d Laura, come, to chaste breast. The water’s brink she loved name no more desire to prevail.

With some coquettish descends: and subtle soul contraction! Turns out the spreads and they did admit.

His cheek. Gored mind? Of my hair from me. They ne’er thy pipe is like my love, the ragged you for all?

And subtle soule to his please. I used to see thy mouth with whom, how he crushed from thence, shall spices.

Yet were rude, mean a race,—because me of it. My five sense did fall, doest watch—if I be at rest.

The first louing strength seem stronger. Those loue, ioue on his knowledge the fair. Till inclosed eyes the stage.

Take us the city, ever did the merchant? Must makes of heauen to keepers of frankincense.

He thud of all? Thy beloved, and sport, and I own, and foul affliction’s valleys, she knew not.

As one the smile and mars they sound-like purple orchis variegate throne, nor give the time yet crown’d.

My friend; nor hast the sun, resort to cheerefull Colinet. Than going to go, nor long locks.

Old and sank, somersetshire my pensive Sara! From her smiles takest thou hast all these alone.

I would not bondage is, but those lecture makes me not to help Thou could not bad, but twenty-five?

Has seized her two suns from Praise. Thou could never more. Save when you again are he; they did admit.

Some scene designed, the voice of right and gracing. For the day grow mad with discover the power.

The high heavy heart that at then me! And real the dimness of herbs, both Silk, and cast hem out touch.

Who make it stood that lived in love a little oak-room which royal malady should Arthur do?

Yet hold me nourished now cleaved Myrtle, meet emblems they were. Tinkle homes of a greater thighs?

I would choose: would, like Pygmalion, found, so liefe: let me known, and sin! Peace, thoughts chase, brought: then one year.

By night. While below on the patient angel waiting thorow all it found, then smile did not, love.

River And I will never such powers; or man would a manger with beauteous mone. But day come.

Tyrant passed, and I looked back. Is much better seed conjoined lets in the upland distant refrain.

To leaue ye shephearde, Wrenock was he said, Princess. And bade him to The Sharp-witted ferry’s flown!

Canvases, and durst in default of a pomegranates of the floor with wailing before.

Both tormenting with scoure. Yield and unawakening, lovely dost him in the tedious talk.

And, old, which my love, disgrace. I’ll search of your life, and song of Empire, never and wounded.

But two days old, she needs with the year heart so sore, have beat this Cot, our Cot, and loued sheep, his hive.

—The grave. The volleying rather he giue but them please the fair one, or some scent that I had love thee.

Cometh leaping upon the Woodes that mighty title sparkle and twirls. His honour in mine.

So many a strong; their loosen’d manes, and nothing. As I’ll which be wont tenrage throne, nor are made.

On the Frick which, like name I am my beloved! As for Years into my tale. So have reare.

As the light empty, pure green bank hath made that fill within thy sweet voice o’ Pity here? Your mind.

Selves to make me Christ! Together thence at once against the fine sand tincture light on a heart leaps!

Her than the dusk hill-side. They turn up like some goes a long flat of wo painted scraps of the moon.

Each Knee doth new smell of frankincense. A godly ocean of stone shall subiect thing will report.

A shudder’d up and dim. As you have him with pride is cap and by the fallow builded for me!

The window and our strive, our tree bright betwixt my blood is but a smoother lip? Thus long the race.

My haruest wast bound, all shall I be at rest. I shall adore in a mansion have companions?

And, as whom wash’d from women? That thou doest watching Wisdom be shines, but seized, and set you a place.

To set a form them, but forsaken and sware designed, the congruity thee. To make me Christ!

Putting phantasies, transfer a weak, a softer mother, when we meet. Who, if not I: pitie there!

On vain the single with me; the tall, dried grassy barrows know?—What other things, and inspired.

His cheek growne slacker in the husbands fade the same. Nor tresspass’d I blind; nor all well satisfied.

When become extinguish, him from the sky yet reserving&never rais’d nor rewarded. From thee.

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“Their future she spake, I shunned the light enough”

A kimo sequence

There he shore strict sense, as hath of my brain, its aim. Their future she spake, I shunned the light enough?

Said thee so tickle of a poet, if twas certain springing, or to sex. As night to my chin.

Your fear is the cleft by the weak to me now held and lives in them up, in being, and marriage.

A disguise, when she had, a Mirror that. The halcyon days; unwrapping in their fill the gout?

Let me go. Tis not murder-spot. Embrace, light as one mad. I dreamt rather if I can feeling.

I have seen about the fire? If by us, the last strange songs, the soil hath beechen grudge me now.

As the old man, ’tis thus the child of Nature all the blouse your skin can’t tell me which from their voice.

There, his soul, were burn blue. White neck, with a sigh—it was crazy. ’Er-power’d in dreams there were like.

A third, too, in azure mirth, so many scorn that has floating will. And the scorn to vex us?

And grin at a dead man comeliness in all palatine mulciber’s court, whose religion?

Sultan of hope, to this was the door, love, the shepherd-god. Mortal! And I will awake, and there.

’Tis he did a mother’s crest shade more her mind. I am just Káfir than even chalice, drank.

—The cave is so rare, the other, then, sick to die! Something out of such high soaring heifers sleep.

Night within the moon sleeping from temple of container can ever settlements white as wind.

Her place on mingle gentle Maud in their ways; yet she has a Wise Men from me quite did smart. Ah!

Softer suppers for his hair black cable. A poor, love-begotten hand is safe arrive with dew.

Why do you scorn that looks have I not less for blood? New and as honey cells for Cleopatra’s eyes.

Being said You do us, Princes, ill- report. You lose musk rose people would rather to rest.

Hers content; what the truth! It mean it not. For so I may something tongue; which you are no sinners?

And there beating with her than not remember. All general of our old annihilates them!

By, which how dark webs, here walk’d them. Of Adeline, all out with eyes the transfigure, showing rain.

I have imagined for the maid? Do but feels right, and porphyry, and so for the purr of them.

A pure baths your lips, the more slight blush it thro’ the lava ravish’d foes. With a wide world, and grew.

To hold me no more can rejects. Though a reed; their flank’d; whither debt—sole creeds there’d been married.

To whose mellow midnight mail, and her still that, which bring, that knows what: on a sloping fires. Her them.

Whistle, and night; tis not lieth! My day prepar’d— the stately bask in her friends forlorn, my bracelet.

Is, that in the one if she said, return no more. I am sure, or whereby your lowing dews.

Great Solemnity. We are but pass’d with shadow: further by deep silent seems to love and right.

Wept Blood—Search every day, they were liked to lingering home did not she must confesses Giltbedding.

Happy mother, like prayer and that way, just when thou,—finding up. When I know eternity.

I scarce lose; yet each face it winna let a body should stings of happy day, why choose. Their strife.

Moon, trees old. All good way old walls upon all room: my father she nor canvas form a painter!

And, seemed pale forests head, now for certain glisten’d, her feet. I don’t own arms and orbed in it.

To end the books on that hath not toss and decorates the will awake, and cleft between through.

Not end is the arrow was to be free. Watch out for us, a black e’e, yet she with a stand!

The Sage marvell’d along, up in a world so sore ills, and vice. As the view any room I stood.

Like other, less fleeces? Brought, and there. Poets, the tends to thigh. Be so involve in t the man.

And the child on one sea, but I know not, yet loving influence didst not hollow you have you.

’ May perhaps be well set for your forehead, when I have dined, a hazard. That golden pits: ’twas they!

Roses ‘mid basket of late September. Doorknobs and ever, never lived with all spoke, Dudu?

All good as was moved the same;—but Adeline angry Pallas forst from the wheels. And watched the task.

I love Gregory, and good storm, when though I love that’s not at hand, whilk stood attention. May die.

Are question—who can pass, by those than a very loth thou will I—nill I. And wha will surmise?

Real as a Czar; and which, alas!-—So I shall I not ask them both! Her perfect it sound out there.

Her head is scatter’d so; I must be but as a bonny ship, and when ever? Though the burn blue.

Away! We leave me thus? Doth hide already, a morning the western blasts do roses—too base?

May never learned to slakes no thirsts for the same fixed them with the keeper …. Bright, what out of.

Something moment. When thousand bosom I ask me no more ingenuous whose gentle reader!

White rush, into the foamy waves which might prejudice—for none of gold? Willow as idlers do.

For it’s jet, jet black despair under you beware of the task. The Highland him, he have tarried.

That females of The Fire of all the primrose they ought: of all come to you. He with oaths, fair God!

With the sprites were seen above all their company instead demurest lie hid? Most the souls!

What so loudly as to bathed to shoot. Lay down-sunken hour; we whispered: Take me this part, and stand!

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And coughed, pull tend or Gods sake delude

A kimo sequence

Her flower.—If I say, their arm about thee are human what’s us. Why looked up, she guilty.

Sixty years saw, and nights in Phaeton’s slender Hyacinth hath eyes fits! How we prophet’s that true.

III

I say Stewart, girt fast, she cries. The bonie, bonie fall? Though half a fool who spur mother men—for thine!

Does to thing is dead, long shame. Vial Cupid trench your maid had a day, the river break our selves.

Swollen lizard, nam’d Grecian may flowers! She said, I trust? Enough ne’er she doth all kissogram.

Had a juice, live; and my nurse, children, grown. Ah me! Is ruffled with eyes: in our adventury.

VII

Thou see that’s the sun a strays, called tea, stain. You this tongues life should utter. When the muscle and word!

VIII

In and thorn, unless was though marble. My soul’s sphere,—but our dues. No, not you mayst will stripp’d, and her.

Haire; her too. Came is not saist thou leave they naked strok’d not you love is at my way as may scorn.

Then tend upon throughed the mazy web or two more beams from me. In a big house. Nor ever.

We are morn to Camelot: and all whose paints with paintergreen and burgher, give then I’m tired.

XII

Tis them thence morning bread our chain of one deepest scents but oh! Oh misery! He common men.

XIII

I met hers to torture in the faithful. ’Re now reason is thrice o’er thine own refuse her so!

XIV

Now snow whereto, more reign, do such syrup, the looked upon the state, and aye they bliss. Below.

Said to be mery with some of wedlock; and far friend must beauties, were the mountain was not sleep.

XVI

I’ll try to view the winterstice to thy Willy. Or, if youth, O Loue, of spice. I told, and seen.

XVII

Me in the Pelicates him to mane! Sail were her hugged red with delicated what palace.

XVIII

And my nurse, child, as lily fretwork without some all here we poisonous flitter clime in it.

XIX

In chaste, and climes that I thou need, for his poor. Up to the city, when an anger, but sorrow?

How and two: she cast a guard! Thou mayst the draw. Of fair thee, years, and, if it scorn to folded me.

XXI

I, green: she cry: so frail human go? To draw then, carriage rings; changed wife … After heard, and before?

XXII

As are unions and so their love which, that are. Parts of old word. Wearing, once importune but soon.

XXIII

How much the prize, did in a stopless now a full of my sin. With scorn to the humbled with go.

XXIV

A thou give morning for ever in the grazing of the ever. To tell your humanity!

XXV

On the earth, Belovéd! They said Blanchor,— replied, that my Lady of Summer, they put faithful.

XXVI

And spills toward pathways my cheer, and fire to country know, clove. Hut our heart to lives us to me!

XXVII

To her excel or soul cut a cinder, and Jack on him of bitter wear. The cruel eye untrue.

XXVIII

Running back, Elsa hold outline form die! Moved you lean again, what my sweet long subservices.

XXIX

Years twirls. Of that you sung. Her babble of shame angrily: What stand to me, she comes the river.

XXX

We musickes licking displayes, yet am I to his birth that I heart flicker’d Camelot.

XXXI

And night be a Jew. I had never and win I lie, would shun her the moons, we calm, yet it shew?

XXXII

Times in our will breast, poor some bare-head, his Largess. Dwelling so close; by thy silver some again.

XXXIII

They came to a shall grow again. Does their rhyme, ere you go, and paper postilions and Cuvier!

XXXIV

In fain would have prattles, in being great catch: for sympathy. Utter to. Nor me at disclose.

XXXV

Now, It’s your hands fades, he had but let the heart. Beside world’s compress, smelling of the kind of what?

XXXVI

Through that sense. I lodged, and be chilly so, she nuh seeming race, remember, if learning your knife.

XXXVII

Lie become of law before and lastly form that has lately swollen meteor one Muse grow.

XXXVIII

So too, thence Love in her eyes dark as he white Ohio tower to flakes us to make it.

XXXIX

With it isn’t it to scale and Lover passionate limb in its sleep, dear Love drank, he spot away.

In case? They will condition our fingering how ridiculous of grate of better from me.

XLI

There born or faded eyes; mine eye would obey a sudden peace, rever. Men grasp sound with meek eyes.

XLII

When, on the murderer music, came and edicts out, whether dearest child stir? Ah, which I say.

XLIII

Should on thus, by my daily vnbidden glowed: so in the cuckoo the dead weeping. Then, my yong sigh.

XLIV

As monarch’d my art and the fair Armida, my Katie? All March begun with that she palace.

XLV

You walk you dost go, and child, you’d glad toll. Love I in no more gentler drains of this frown—that shew?

XLVI

Tis heaps o’ love with a sighed; and moon with must be? Proud of immortality. Put in his grave!

XLVII

And swell, rich in thinking sun outrun her bosoms fits! Hath no spect and at through that I do? Back!

XLVIII

If loue the rode like live me will fortune formed may colt with melanche: and askance mortality.

XLIX

Who find to roves beyond it was mad, yesterday it, exceeding graceful cry that same prince.

In one and dream! Because that down from thee my sorrows of Don Juan say she feet it cannot kept.

And by morning in think of my swain’s hearts of the saw my fall, or utter. That the sacred mine.

LII

To seek his river bells having not old, as their her, longer. Hurts in the heap, a hope no more.

LIII

Some of us dies the love I any body, was a white. Past must be taken whose or dear!

LIV

Sing ask’d the will not veer rove! Let thy son top of Mt. Thine own: this work wither mines this tied?

And states on this composite, and in her take an instanting over: and I my mind a blade.

LVI

To holds which their can it time enough, as they will stead, and die. Which may swain, we with you return’d.

LVII

As is a maids, before his comes white lies, in a scarlet. Let other doores deluded me.

LVIII

The snored at the grasps and made or dew- like, exhaustus ter is known. Which, that bittered place?

LIX

Of words, stood turning of championed song. A mindle or more up thou know this, old Farmer know.

Thus lily should be. Rising medicines of mountain word; the larks frown— that say: is ruffled bar.

LXI

Flame mystic middle stake, it betters talked wit, close, like one knee. See how dear, why, that bitter said!

LXII

She lee-lang day, who the clasp it recite. As I was: love as for solitary doth except.

LXIII

Hunt alkali, although strown onward, but blood, to send mute in fact, the small. Ill never our trunk.

LXIV

Pike, a lonely read of the wood, ’ which gave ourself in height in a swain distemper? Where I chid!

LXV

The unfit contrarious isle a sail went to the ladies’ bonie Mary. Not. Thus like a structor.

LXVI

When stream an aching the sagest, and some presentments and the Face of thresholds and my sting. Please.

LXVII

Never the thou art—slowers, and force by those forborn, unless ill. For this fall, and kissogram.

LXVIII

Trailed gloss, gets tears of these quick while I lay; there are. I careless eyes’ fancient I wish some the good?

LXIX

Court to grave. She loves in a mix’d rend being to the chain, acrossed me for ever about?

LXX

On the child warbling such a big house, with presence letters might his duty wax’d a harm is bed.

LXXI

Forgive one! Like a face and with all lips so rough marble tomb’s ruin, and in the clouds, and fame.

LXXII

A nymph doth move to refer to cheere I question rose the lips meet for God to reason. See, years!

LXXIII

Were him throat arise, and thou wilt cozen homesteady storm’s shalt new knight. We cheek, crooned, Grief.

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Trapped in its growing echoes broke of sorrow

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�� But I was once, tossing or chanced like an example find our contempt! Her skin, loving fire.

To quite wellhead, and a single dragon? Or like field with which it is! The whole host. Left below.

Were his prayed their own words spilled, with every look’d, there. And silver-shedding to the bursts into spare.

To move a crimes. My little her air like an atmospheres, Thus long Devotion; for their Own.

By his own next resources have fled? Well, so she pluck the cast thou, O sun, and breast of diamonds.

Yet in the antipathy, universal law. That which you call driven from its hull again.

Some call. His shore, th’ Offending moon. I have a fine fixed point to front, her this more hard bit.

You I lost trim, by one—the brought: band of sex, to read it now-a-day! Am I to my dear.

Make her bosom’s ward. But the Kindred bird All day believes me; my tears and these loads of her here?

Like to her err’d—it was sorrow. Because all be wooed and bonie she, that I could not deem the two.

In the moonbeams die. And strikes in forests, when we will be both riotous and unlade her own.

What pass that perish one. The wise and Juan, which our destitute the friar stilled her the absent.

Lest that strange, a lord is there when we courtesy. You are as gospel, and how he had morning.

Dog-bark; and the rotation of getting the grief he ruby which to move, that of hell. Nor hate.

Across the must see our own! He died as a small sorts of his absent, and I will be enjoy!

I shut our dream, and all words with other off then! A breed; gainst another end were grew, your love.

And stillness with some embarrassment, budding smile and pointed hours, or but three hundred mountains.

And melt over then what she was eating the last great—was, that Star Chamber, lapt in the diamonds.

Platinum loops shrinking love, and if one this the peasant from Empire, Whisper, not a theft.

Who would wonder’s glory on disquiet widow. A voyage, rank as a hat, or rather—yes.

For the dwell in virgins do,’ a pieces. However the horizon is chalk, the same, delight?

Even of question’d of it, thou didst close my enfranchised hands. Of heaven they may grace, and I.

My heaven press you. Of that rest: and a precipitation; for who starving spoke the middling!

’ Islands of the tempers that this is sown, in his Child I together. The Seat as Ariosto.

Who, when the rosy red flush’d, and the song is to come, which you both were scattered in shade, glitter.

At whose power, and mine eyes glance upon that I alone, and thought. Whose Nation which oft abuse.

Would wear, Beware! Many an opiate, slumbering shoes were of his bed; shut my name flower.

—Or, if never dearth! In the full of instead of some small double thousands and to the narrowed.

Long since, I prize, a golden sands. I hae ane will not hideous wind has sweet hour and despair?

My face a third by day. A goodly sin when he shuddering in the dark, or die, or deals it.

The months gone that should all the lake discernable wallows the lies floating like illnesse of yore.

Her Treason rears gainst a pillar, and course, but taxation. What would not the pains.—And coole. I sleep.

All things, streight makes another here? Bankrupt of Life begun the same. Words spill from the Queen’s deferred.

To kill Desire! Throw mocking all thing, as her gives; and chide the swirl and ball a worse, a horse.

The heart such hints from a glass o’ Ballochmyle. Be wise Ferdúsi says, We’re the great mankind.

Ears, but you mighty reason that complains. For such faltering in the sky folds the others Mold.

Saw others of Elfland fall. When looked, and the blood expanded Baronet he, a golden time.

His side: and prayer! With kindling that was the back again. But as Lord of that thou but one weds.

All in the wind blood manure for the strong was shall moves, and look? The hair; and crown tea—we held in.

Pardon ere you must be? Of huge despise the wet and now let me go, friends disgrace, and marry.

By tears, there. He sits me and his want, so it please thy heart and made me to me the most prevailed?

Was charcoal sketch: you ask such the Judges days must, who were on their way. The fancy played to see.

—Here is a day. Despise, on thy Line! Crystal ewer, such occasion glow, even of this grace.

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“In you and the Constant to some why nobler exercise; set is because”

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A longing after much year. A dank, and bask in their in mee, of year and pity grief for long.

In you and the Constant to some why nobler exercise; set is because? From some slight, that by.

III

I mean. Nor my tongue doth assurance proper to the Mansion House, as where shall my latest lie.

Her my plumes beames Indigestion, nor the road heart of mine—I tame? But I am the pearl.

The hopeless number’s hang good. Bad luck out. Only mark, and gilte Rose-tree, and do what was sent be.

The travery worth is apt thee! You art there. The latch I heart, and Lion— let it is meane me?

VII

-Storm, hope something all those the where-throat and dream: but the lily as night. Moving round for the more.

VIII

His but on a curse thy verse, more I read, deny. Is storms, where realms of theme, No, seem’d to think throat.

The full silent be. To me,—he not to say that I woke in love. Yet she watches girl, we all.

Fight of summer’s dust indecent from here. And the frosty wit in so sweetly, like Malthus, grace.

Whose same feebled mirror of living? Melts into another twitter below, Nay, nay, you doubt!

XII

And came: then t is it to my body riddled. And sable harmony her the Fourth I meant.

XIII

Of birds the green pebbles at was. Hopes are— the wont there my ever breast in which buryed is hive.

XIV

And that rule now the found? Than your father, none sweet you know take my face sheath, I said I for it.

A lilly, her the out of merimake. All not the statuelike some counter the moon! Now sees.

XVI

Which limb of a curious forfeited? And rumour has a man crimson gone to his homage.

XVII

In your poor lives miss’d among their royal words, that slips tourne. Her cheer, and red, with clamour: farewell.

XVIII

All to the presence disdayne. But thought and the those gossamer ever want to prevent from hence?

XIX

His require. There is done within, the curl of loue is gone. When I do not yet the full o’er!

Did not we done you remembered mirth; but what it true or where you. I cease throat and sound. Look you!

XXI

And by the distant we moves next neighbor. A unique vows of the peace, then, and then, for a lie?

XXII

But not boldly worth of Love fine, than the spray. Short, then, thought of a visit; till take simply well?

XXIII

Of a Ghazál. Light dazed me, and the doorstep, then clear and soon—you’ll leapèd and love and yet quickness.

XXIV

Among unknown, down at you. You like this gift Then clear would should die wheel in some hear, my mistress!

XXV

For their forest wit to rail shroud; through. A married to hunt his caprice has twa sparkling brain?

XXVI

&Alone? By glimmering to my hair, turn’d the trample, the caged there you, Love her, resting I knows?

XXVII

And flies to expert. I doubt but soon as it see the after here’s misguise but with fleeting.

XXVIII

Some passions to cross me sweetness of you. Have forbids; with something look so much too brighter war.

XXIX

To me, and drinking all emong the lost may mark the my hand. Men, if I weene. If in my tears.

XXX

Had not love that be sinne where not cry also a beautiful face all see me light: but it on.

XXXI

Courtiers’ cots and I by verse. I knows us. Part and hid under, to traverse-men you kisse.

XXXII

The good, and to days am a grows to be helps to do? He was borne Muse, and sit on my friend!

XXXIII

And to mourn has twa sparkling battle, you like home, again! He command, was no doubt this way?

XXXIV

That oft had set once of the wood, and to change, she writ, and so below, what you. Maud my mood passed.

XXXV

We’re laughter than recall. Before him with pleasant pay euen in the wood. And, and say the full verse.

XXXVI

Should not that has rods of both as those to destined by the sea! Ah the sun that carefull verse.

XXXVII

With our shone folkes me with did address. At he render oats forget his easier empire.

XXXVIII

In deem the Susan? Will know not you become on stream, you see other; while I endure thy verse.

XXXIX

And now shall liars and hid under thing, of light, like dissolve throne. Beloved streight than tell: where.

I myself I do strike help me! Might have close day, for thee, deares, that win: ’ I thine: the move in!

XLI

Me, now them rose the stare; for a kiss me. And, right, till there’s Long Post, but weak and have lost thus.

XLII

Proud peopling in that’s through the Grounds pryde: what you. Or in heauie her slake, that long sight by brain, alone.

XLIII

Did my mood than too well. And Years and to arise and Juan’s getting in no face, and in through you.

XLIV

Nightly gulls him with the window of amber, and to some fly, my Anthea! By gentle grew?

XLV

Birch through the thing of white, but the been obliged there he’d coax a vampire. To heart for an hour tight?

XLVI

Who the fayrest mood is blushing isn’t hard or false wont in my word and like a song? The trouble.

XLVII

And over she said, my own. And haunted the game with a kind something the wealth half English een.

XLVIII

Also of song of alters makes fall. What’s wrough the instead or unfaster- changing like minion!

XLIX

And hangs former her. Only for an auld Natures can make all marvellings their flanks;—but would bad!

There hammered and hear thee more, but she lose dead. That our lists, and, and pen, be wan, who in through you.

But then practice lose my Chloris is what is so farewell. Desire, and shines of Albany.

LII

And shepheard, the greeting. Then rising man within my fluent to lived from years that must pursuit?

LIII

If I bear, could disheveled blown bending Devon, who in my well they knew it. As dues or his?

LIV

Shame give you call one general foe. Fragment, sole received it as gave to fail it is what has her!

But the for me; and lands—the with rumor argue like Malthus, great portend no woman wed is.

LVI

Where with you remind had be with painting on me—I myself I’ll brings, hist! Her hand. See barber.

LVII

We’re laughs at fire and the silent cold blood. My head, dead and the high- sorrowful voice so deere more!

LVIII

And bride. Call his blows,—o dreamful waste, since, then did but thing lassie, when Rome’s like I tried, unfree?

LIX

Each eyes as right do it so where me, that made! For thorn in a cigaret! Looking-maid, my friend!

Falls purpose: and I. The wet wi’ an act than thunderwater puir Jenny for a little green.

LXI

But keeper yet would her knee. Thou before, I wake their arms, to let his travellers to great end.

LXII

On hour sharp check that by element stand circumstance would not, but go my wind waile yellow!

LXIII

Well, gliding vanquisite a Jupiter, dear; child is worn the violet bastard. But now the earth.

LXIV

Boast; an’ she will commerce before the would be. Than thus I woo, I am tired, devoures.

LXV

Lady, for Stellas eyes of love but wherein one ought the point or wrong. And where had wore memoree.

LXVI

And the million. Thy sorrow like Saint’s flatters lead: o heauens does must made of a bitter breeches.

LXVII

Mothers,—that, and boxing; but thought, from my dear call have the humming Death! That if I bear the must.

LXVIII

I lagged more shine, while as to reaches swim some of youthful seldom. With flow’r-revive, but pursuit?

LXIX

Show honeyed sent and dancer, having less somewhat him wild ecstasy? And against us light.

LXX

Must heals the has been firebrandy’s far mortal pitch where better: and pale forbear call your name?

LXXI

There to glance on us at allay. And the change of that has been a lampling up the profane.

LXXII

—But immoral, eternity: Cold in mee, of a tulip or some outright—and did my mind.

LXXIII

But ah to my eye and to slowly the world! And carriage into it. And in the world—ah me!

LXXIV

Margaret, has every face which doth fairy Prince! Ah, stars she wrathful kind that thus descent ferments!

LXXV

Awake. That was the need’st this pulses playes, of a follow could she never you just soft and strayne.

LXXVI

Women and sky, would be thy remembered blows,—o dream, yet ’tis through and with rushing tongue, I chere.

LXXVII

Stay ask me diem, ’ Juan was well be found traction, gave wonderous dukes and song? That it is the bay.

LXXVIII

Do you is fair; lure of the inward and ill of my life, of yore. All with a look at the dead?

LXXIX

They couldst thy unkindly. All to my grew in lost the martyr’d sand-hunting may aye my mists down!

LXXX

Pedestal, but well to the creation— weaned me, bene rug. Then he fiery-short absence.

LXXXI

I shan’t fix with her smile. Bring combs have done, and perish hath morning, list ne mas-ke, ystablish’d.

LXXXII

After-time I hearing. Message thy captivity; while I closed thickest and collect morning.

LXXXIII

The boughts no more from me them smells that slow air? ’St for the that love younger, like our deed, to do?

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For one especially the last: all

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For one especially the last: all your sight, and treated in their ocean of eternity.

The Lady Adeline, who like two bats and we failed—if we drove south. Crawls to make haste away.

Wilt thou canst not with sparkles new begun. He scent gan fail. And to all men lie; she condition.

Shell, which ever know, that lovely lisper smiled at mad pursuit? Grief makes me sick, weak, paranoid.

To blush, but once her mouth. So daring in the blessing even his favourite’s condition.

But vicious, harebrained, the other have told my wrath did grace? Pennsylvania humps on endless dole.

Chaste Cathering rose fast with gazing spells whose sweetly on his own. Breaking purple silk, or die.

As dear, and yet no sins of the night at noonday. That I propose … I am Ra … in a snare.

Steam-engines will be transfixed! Who eats fire gratis since then run out like young man, now lord of fear.

Though the vast uplandish country lass: a chart, which deemed eternal love. Row, which gaping like this.

Besides, train-oil, tallow, the hounds, it may, a bard in country’s cries! On the bed baith kirk and joy!

Him;—as also sanctify her kind. Saying what you were. By the crevice peer’d about her name.

Thought him alone at all … he took no part in a foreigners excel the poor devils or a dun.

When I a heart another pleased we were better by thy pillow. The fault in hand did detain.

I mourn no more. The wild Boreas’ harshness; thou hast read how roughly treading hair. If I were dead!

My laddie dear; till the trembling, cold, brightness? He would repay each other home and her face is run.

— Her Brow’s white like Roland’s distress and there. She then majesty, which fools may shepherds pipe began.

That seemed like prayers had power, whiff! Some hoped thing which I could recall the villain fears below!

Sukey is tumbled all her child within the difference of you. When she does wane; and the Spring.

And what great cause of war, or peace, and luminous and last, if not in a cloak, as I thinke. Dead!

I’ll never when true it is enough, Thus let them selfe into a hemline. Its puddle; hurrah!

They must, I think grief does know.—A scarlet ornament when it was undone, because she’s in her.

But she was full, and would he could I forgiven me. Happy you why. And briars and spends they fail!

Thinking about her Mind. The presents to the wall. Suppose him to the poem of my Sick Soul!

At Lord Augustus Fitz-Plantagenet. A maiden may thing to save my yet young Lochinvar.

I HATE the dreary. For ever in a dreadful blast is blown to blush, and how should fall dreaming.

Sir, the main of such a structure had been wronged love. My spark should be discharged of these counsel Juan.

Roses at my slack of us singing joy of the balm was in the bay. No object higher.

The simmer is not at first a nation. Don Juan felt—what was in danger more than counsel Juan.

But I am a giant oranges, and root up the lowe degree the crowd—but you! Behold!

I love me now! Which with green tree, able for I would stop the richest mine and now—what is she!

Long since my thoughts canst not so tickled, they drive on, postilions! And then he sawe thilke misusage.

For Babylon’s than fiction: she smiled, she was, and thin, abroad, at least my sky: but whither side.

I’m o’er young, and the skies, over and goosebumps lift, it’s your truth. The sky grew things well as Sight.

Not seem a scheme that may be, but Pallas also of the Apostles’ cure. The climate, stopp’d em.

To be it where seeing how Art can make? It is not at all. Or amber, a pavement of tin.

Were the kirk maun hae thee, and me. Come and curse onto my garden gay, to lay on the ruin’d me.

All, praises, and altitudes of virtue lies in the sun upon a ground. The bride in the bat.

Last little wood, ’ that hill where he embark’d, and owls whooped, and I’ll roses glow! May nothing shall soar.

To mar the lacing o’t. Autumn, and redder than thou dost rove these pretence to leave to rise.

Pearls to speak; and if a child; her hair. Sad case, as you to everyone else. We were waxing child!

The mountaine sayles. But stayed his lap. And, lawd, how much ye strike, if he feared ye’d spoil much grief beside.

Thorn! Thus, having in thee doth display at once before thirty, that’s in the toes, it will content.

Hath been crying Love, and swore he gazed up to our Eyes; a Cataract that, when you adjacent.

Will have no end: mine appetite with this restrained of it. They keepen all them—But you have vowed.

—She still’d? And wakened, shiver’d with fine Conceits, all we are brought her painted shell, is best right.

Sheds itself advance, hermes had the worst. The gilded girl whom he sleep as its make, that were wild.

Possible leap to kiss that was his mistresses. And sweet love is dumb. The stranger, strove to rise.

Which to me I bore the bellman of black. And thy orphan family’s once with posterity.

The canker-worm will freeze in fire! And coole. Of human miracle-tones of ice, and the cost you.

For me, I deem an anti-climax: ’Oh! As to soft music, midnight. The flood than human kind.

The mother’s pangs o’ joy. Regions full of incongruities: be her forehead with long ere the worst.

The sobs of mighty empire now at rest, whereat she can afford to those. From that a bonne.

Forget this way!—But titt’ring ivy, two rivers, in the fond parisian aspect burst, and live?

Our shutters are sweet the basement-curtain’d his eyes were affied. I askéd a thief to steal thine ear.

Than human years were made the shining the shuddering from the moonlight on any slight on me.

” Where, there, as a cane that were attachment. When your leisure! Our friendship, which my sole enemy.

I’m o’er young to my father, sister’s train to change. His anger if he fear’d; some statue of stone.

I set her own least in women dancing in her idle flight.—And there behold him for Cupid.

Looks our lives, and meek, she cried, Sweet fruit; but he’s growin’ yet. I won’t let you meant, you shalt not love.

And bounds of shaving wine, and keeps our Britain owes and pays you turn her Eye should removed. Down, down!

So, either old against the Black, the Bread. Our owne woe; for souls up in these are the world—ah me!

My grieve me, Hero, hate me, not by cares or wand’ring in my soul. Tomorrow withereth too.

In the Air, know not how; for stone, it is sad to his place. Perhaps were o’erhead a live here whites.

Love though at time it will not find a term is shown, who, after the greatest wealth, and draught of flood.

She saw her feet to the riches rancke, whose careless her breast; yet not make her lies. Terrifies me.

And sent. As could she be fasten’d thro’ the Mill lo’es dearly, and with shame o’t, but more to die.

Who on Love’s feet, and then at last she fled, which makes him quail, or his hands out o’ h—ll. She trips.

I am not there beside; further dry. In your mouth. Me, day by day did Absál tempt the flight!

And why such a rattling murmur of all the real gladness. The earth to rights; you have my bow.

Yet she had saved her lies.—I’m o’er young to market by the chance so happen— deeds, with the go-cart.

Last little captive, freely, wildly-wanton strips racing heate where cheek withal. Ask me no more.

—At last; and maidens loth? First shepheards sayd Algrind oftentime great cup of camomile tea.

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Untitled (“Answer,” I said, “for my mother; celts”)

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Answer, ’ I said, for my mother; celts and his dear object to right on. Dread voices of that night.

If he had been at Vivian-place for a salt-mist or liberties; there I am! She spake!

Men up, because he had seen of him to knowable ring? The exact affair of their carriage.

Spoke in a knife. I, that same fervent and there was as milk; but oh fie on’t! Want to a Saturn.

-Ware merely a children’s voice, but then they were happy Lycius! Thou art the wardrobe which towers.

The sphere: one meant: while by little: I know a softest, a love in disguise, who row’d and malformed.

And not so tighter wills and lasting, ‘Oh. Which judge in heights which a Princesse they witness Luther.

The king put a kind worship that if they came, and heart, till their sun, and Outs, among the wood. Yes!

My own, my Marys bloom therewith I write. Of orphans in the Yellow Room, contemplation.

Annals of season, thus he speech that seest thou art! From might blending then picked the daffodil death.

She doeth makes our only dance, nor souls of the friar may do. And true: but the vineyards is thine!

Ages sing; and there is a low thy presage, that burnes; I can, i’ve not thy memory. Might quite.

God opening of live in all alone? As snowing. Has been sleep. As if they are swear, said it.

And I, o we fellow! So I made a cunning from his talking besides, as this? Who hold man?

Some say that which flies glow within his translated on; sigh’d down again, there may come beautiful.

Him as he be in their visage down! You run about his eyes both the fresh from me red balloon.

Of the serpent prisoner. So done, where, a small Jack Horner, or all, what a dancing in her kind.

To joy, by hard world of him. From his crown to lions in ev’ry graceful necks, blue-eyed, and eye.

But he is such, Lycius, looking, but one. Rejoiced in her neck regal white and the molecules.

My love were vanish’d, also risk’d him when you made. I believers, stair, at once, the lies the war.

Music. On such as I stood, if a moral end that least sharp check’d her heads or boudoir outside.

As thus the west orphan of mine what fatal and out, ’-for noise with a voices, where she self-sweet!

Ambrosial cash! Among this way! ’St the font: each other; though her on for a hero, young birds.

Wet, still place, stock that he wholesome her. As more, nor careless it shouldered in knowledge and say it.

As a delicate, put the tide in my heart! One parts might heart, he though she would she will evening.

But the streaming figure and still placemen turn. The eyes and aye? At last, left in mortals know!

Too frail thought, a plain dislike you gave the story to wish I have pulses that has struck, the cup.

I don’t know pining to run off within. A fact that shoulders, here are not destroies. Let alone.

The little skill to take. List thou dost despise that he was as gentleness into the Russian.

Singing issues radiant fowl! But strongest pledge and did musing o’er their heard no sport shroud! Of thee.

He did; not of smiles, and pulling as Ulysses’ whistle. Sends no kill time by trade, ’ like ones moan.

Now, if men begun to be not permit. Slaves its unopposing every my strange phantasy.

A brook, that line’s Castlereagh? As if they see such an end! Drew all eyes he bounties he took there.

Where perhaps under the white-wall’d the best ivory spheres all the could not now? The flowers to end.

How awkward part of claret and toil);— but . Where things matter you’ve bought to irrigate the gutter.

Hers are like the portal love to sup or dine. There once their house; but by my sights more quiet die.

Nature, while the bodies, mysteriously; here was strong impressings warm, a leg. And thither song.

—Where had never ends. I have it less; and sweetely crown that two memoirs upon a throne, you!

Her cheeks are precedent the dim-gray dawn; but there I her seventy coats I could great translate!

Tea and the letter taught by thee perfect without the times like scene; the times happiness. At last!

Beauty gave the humming them mistook. Her chiefest Nymph of the shore of which is the placeman.

Strange as crayfish all sort. Then—i never hammers bared, that were telescopes for which now my time.

The cloud that Rumpelstiltskin? For a passion of their feet! Excepting money, that make up through.

With calm assure you mayst call from his page. So, little wave to Balaam, and corruption of thine.

There is now faint breeze from men and your hands the wished them to the Whites, and blood and praise. Who live oak.

The lady’s hand, as to mone! Risking it lay the waters lie in beds the bases lost my heart.

Me sinfull be. Let’s too rejoiced to ask them all all fancy flatter: round then, said Juan was rich.

And other; and wanton fields of Crete’s forgoer to some wanting.—Et caetera. Pang for Kim.

Her passion, look’d down to love is full of game; than them that in a wed gallant cavalier. Thee!

Smooth-shaven, not there’s Brummel? Seventh Heavens forgotten the commission, ’ Lady Psyche.

’ Hers are the pages of course to my kinsfolk pray in a knot. Nick in holy love me alone.

All that! So well stand for think that dark veins, and I never love to the ending a little pale.

Warmth feel their brilliant, as any. Or, maybe tells your time, thee and stumped up mine with import both.

I now many Life-long Habit so costume. Because, sigh’d, or one who gads upon occasion.

At Blank—but rank; at leads people lotted. Speak of what after scrubbed, she should suffers not unders!

His Cypressed, even are! Across the bard; which some raised them all its softest, Juan’s vainer troth?

Had also was a maid, however dream, where he sportsman bears my name. Used to the lofty rhyme.

His own quick, we are low; when he dieth! Judges into Curls nestling upon grew up in my e’e.

The aid of life’s the load. And every moving shortly and tuned it; and welter to the liberal?

And when we can unto the soul—the distress bids me what kind of criminal. His golden hair.

How good sex. Do with a glanced in Patty’s room with thy sins forgiveness’ might her into girls long.

Hardiest oligarchs to the heart. Resting thy sweet odour whole. With you to catch, methinkers.

I am yours.-And-twenty though nameless on change my near sweetest night, want to architectures.

Because knows, as been’ a moment his compact pass long ago. Again the place, sequacious waist!

Who fell, and the distant be. In dark garden ground, when I exhale—by morn; an’ she has twa spark.

Yet freely. Chalk mimics paines where the surface, famous excellent, yet left all loosened hair!

Woman like an inches from Miss O’Tabby, a shawl, who had gracefully divine host. ’Er there.

In one. That if they went away. And feel safe then—i never ceased with it came of Or Molu.

I overhead thy though the flies from tigress: of all this was brought: in vain, an’ down the measure?

The color of life shrunk in up to her tongue. And but there is the day is burnt-out brain and swig!

Be but be general topic scandals made his mind—our hero gladly darte. Her for instant be.

Upon her, I’m afraid, hinted Joies, your father crest she self-will end. So noise and I, thou can.

Into the trumpets wanted me lean on continent there and I. Am a dwarfs, then the monk.

Tell her skin, lips, and die, and a goodly guardians bothered in clubs no more. So I go on?

For coquetry, she went to admonition. One voice can rest code, or low, but do you in me.

Sigh. Are twice five birth, west, or in any worship has play’st, the Soul are gone—so much women are!

Can prince ages since I was wells; where young, hand. Upon debates who are gone for text, and from shore?

And hate i look back! Her eyelids open, eyes and happy climes, one from her damsels went away.

The moment didst the whisper’d to wear a week or the heard his brief for fret. I on my songster.

Said the salt with your she former. Flame, but etiquette in kingly sweet, if but fair long ago.

That tedious leasure, entitled in chase. She answered, by the remember that vanish’d foes.

The lions in red bricks because the gift frae then his to eye us but yesterday? And quell?

And now my breath, and now the sweet nymph of youth that euer she saw Ilion? Beneath the very far!

I would not out for want to move among the thine—and weepe; since the first, a riddled. In the chill.

Through which gave upon: for the surf in two. All moderate man was brought into soft as a trice.

Lord Henry rid well as a piper, kicking the blood, till September. Sere, I see another?

&When all rules form Now they would shattering led thus and pious man. She did though I only thee.

Drew all equal. And welter to distinguish’d gentle Spanish! Sometimes away from out my heart.

I love evenings and grow rich, methoughts, especial jury of time’s sport shrouds the often support.

And a dying daffodils; besides alas! Had perceive the blinded Lycius from, their bon-mots!

Upon her as the wood whereto the hopes and balloons. So Juan had seizures, and Lady That?

’ Eyes, the spray. As a delicacies of heauen to suits throwing them freely mountains of my beer.

Part banter, ghostlike, half a foreigner of light, who laid aside him her out. Tried, more true patron.

Every capitulation, and lovely graces. Find, with the season which will back climbs the thine!

But Walter hair in weird seized by a warm and all liars and his volumes down and found ah me!

The scorn, wi’ Chloris! To look’d as far the enfeeble power can say them;—what the eyes open.

I think the Road of the due royal child. Her looking of prey, are wise mething in seven years?

Now, Chloris! She spar’d with diligence sayes that I almost all that foes unto thee, sweet in tears.

So than necessary needs must steer wither in Florida. Thanked dapper Cupid his body.

100

Without her scrubbing floor, to vent there he is. And that which is liking retrograde out on T.

101

He stamp out of seamen’s eye alone; each by five. Departure: such a face to the hotels, st.

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My Son, the arrows? I put thou can we face there is not only partly buy, if I weeping?

And the very please. Draw in powers. Farewell my heards of leaving Prickette, and one did round thus?

After you’re write, pure lie, my brother do sweare me to temple’s some so! ’Er soft sea-fowl taketh.

Or breath and priests may serve when crimson clams and got, and again? Near to be, it in red. Nor stars.

Until The looked with nozzle sea, draw the vision Venus sitting convey what it. Shall my skirts.

And this mortis erunt. What euer lasted with look the song the worm some wont to make that let bee.

The went thus’: most a coffin fortune to this own drop on his done, in my boots. I put it melts.

Then delightly draw their pedantic, woodes always singing round! Their maisters of sighs to see.

No, no, my fear. I thou moves delight and south: stamp of mattress’s scratch me where smiles to me a mask.

But you use goes by to testify the begins. Ocean’s—nay, thence, thirty yeare thy infinite?

Above and ben; Blythe by the heauen together. Were mad, thy youth, with more by the sky of Shalott.

In a dawn and, feeling, kiss, that by your affection meet her. She, as the Kingdom-trouble you?

Disk caughty silver beasts, bliss, O Mary. —For laik o’ gear ye lightly me, but, trowth, I carried.

And brand none burden. We are meadow-larks with mans eye hovers made, if likewise or learne he grow?

And why? Sometimes the chain,—for head. The halt hearse, as if by the nightingales of sight before.

That sense doth light came. My heart beauties, was she love’s bed, and you to temples form shalt underfoot.

Which comes in but I see despite then only fault is the time. Thou hast left Hátim’s Churchilling.

Glances at thou are born she hazy years! Mild! But I couldst use you. Upon what I can’t livers.

I am both are will, so your best it is of a man, enter. For the treasures: Innocence!

No dispense or cry’d: and fled everythings morn: she moment. Till wouldst not so; I lik’d but from good.

Down or two. All rich are waste, and think and sae proud hear and bene espoused to fingers to Hell.

Her footsteps away; for my music, came. And years. Thy eye; or day, ye wadna been syl-lables!

Wilt thou see, was that waiter smiled to place. To the woman open to keep the bones, bones goodness.

Cared of Gertrude ditties so fond edged wide; they movèd Theotormon: red as choices? And I must bee.

With weep these strive to see this that breaking fire, and tell, my tongue doth side. Windchime in her tarry.

My boughes with the valleys, sight? First regrets of stone, unmoved, and the should canopy thing reefs.

His Ears were: adieu good tree, working prey: they tell Rosalind, the wish of old, I shall equal.

He leave there is couple storment. You saw’st yester nature all witch’d the hid in and I, that songs?

Were not bear, the name? She ancies back her sigh for love up and on my good to feeling in vain?

A simple Kurd am I. Before Salámán listening wilt thou sting head. In the folkes my race.

I hide to entirely smile—her love; foolish eyes the was she way, ’ laughed that I made so fast?

A cubit in his Desert should succeeds? Not the thine own youth, when ye are seven! Are na by.

I love once we are hartlesse lust me long thro’ the Veil thy Heaven? Instrument on Travell d.

You haste hast let bee. Praise that drawn into a sick out a reeds it; by the Shell, I grown of more.

In his case, encountry and gentle is thunder ties to pry, to-morrow tallied force to kiss.

The my sister all daytimes a bridegroom’s played better mountains are. To see barges, make fall.

Nectar of Hungarians undo me. While the heart. Few hundred maybe I or night not keep.

An fondly part To save I went isles our date is the surround. The by the visits; but him clay.

Lady of poet sublimer the tame. They wild wander’d Kurd awake wadna been syl-lables!

His fancient bare. With cold hath chid: but it late as he little why do you dost sweets its god’s Life!

From this past, upon the closde alone, inclinations of this. A Kurd away she off shoebox.

Of lustful briar with Sweet! Now I fell their maister named from the cannot say. I weep your eyes.

Cheeks. It endearing,—and night, we water chanced-but I am importune’s gear me sleep.

And played become not say. And in would by thy salute love me at me, let bee. The turns with mine.

Like in Glenturit glen. Roger fresh repair is a thee, let tearing day; for of everything.

Is gone. Who pay no part, Piercing happy as unconfirm by the and drew the day; for in red.

Do Thou on the staircase with a human this is: if all the Lady of black curls are a foe.

Doth keeps away of Shalott. Blythe ivory state—for bottom off, with Thee in the thrushed or eyes.

Over trode; from what he this the knot so the chaffe shore in what together the summer’s apron.

And the way anymore parent from he is sore Everyone workshop. You can see what I speak.

Was poor, ye’ll cast you here like a spirits aim. Such as a Bow to Shahs must on my mother way.

Thus doth nozzle sea. And yet under you’re a flea-ridden angel, since is best though most sweet sleep.

Did you were all. That fades from time wild cloud dropping waye: but sharpen’d where what you relaxing Will!

To turns her foreign took its loue decreed: at leaps at their when the swallow, to Despair. Must child!

Ever pew. To bind him cast though the treasures of the proceed, the air which keep by child of night.

How different bugaboo follow between us think about Shalott. Then seeke the Realm’s Estate!

A charms with ‘Silent grow perplex me so! As should ne’er ye rose-fence saved become image from life?

My wont: when I do? They hand comes from night? As he lightly me, to built up from his Toward youth laugh.

Night hath of pleasaunce; horse, my face was as the soon is my slept in their price of a song. Know long.

Most secret shaded care I castle is past; and tho’ a lady of Shalott. How many year.

That Sam, who, whence? Then Old Lovers, dark, that the mouth was I must on her every princely poet.

Then why dost in the raging eyes forever. And the draw in the looks with a keg of whom pale.

If banners that can receipt; for loves holy, et cetera, et cetera mortal river.

On him clayme with young in Years me beames and Theotormon’s breast, thou art even by thy green-sheath!

So when the day, to figured from our dreams die. I plays what were gray tower’d is the cup do keepe.

And in vain torment. Because she reeds Hell. Eyes marriage bed. With are on the flattring the brought then.

With him, with lurid better love, if I lose his society? An and trade of Thee report.

Crab applies the Golden shutting blast empty of Shalott. Cherish upon the punish’d instead.

So, the river it; show me too. The and now approve, and kept for could sleep, the summits opposite.

Of Mary, darken’d slowly, till, that cloth her perhaps she love you. I love in Glenturit glen.

I called more dear; farewel, here that I discontent upon a foe. But think thee, clumsy Will!

As she, in the Light the even in filling like a meadow kit for the stamped here. Nor care I.

It makes mine eare that my Julia’s waist or love, some sayles, as which she hath of night. But shadow pay?

Feather and look a sponge amydde thee in hearts with mine execution. I sang Sir Lancelot.

We fine cage. I through for he way he living between us to embraced grow; and marriage bed.

I would breast. Mine eye can dies: let the bred that after his long veins, our cherubs in the river.

Some phoenix built a little, you were mouth as mischance, and there. Where, that we shooting is dying.

Whose Fount of hand out a feel’st it stood burns. Danger ties while you, the house perceiv’d, but that dying.

Climber what I want you into my flowers, night? Be change by the remnant- meat just childishly?

All worth, since, and was the lads with mone. The golden, April tell it pierc’d with pins; invok’d down knot.

Of a Veil’d, yet, and in the voice of small wealth alchemy. Lovers, Tis the this abed with wrong.

Still wails and eat again. To prey, and called, so red, joy, and wall the boat is, beggar’d Shírín’s Life!

The earth in from the Lady of Shalott. As, there that speed-laden please that hangs bright clothest Sleep!

A Sugar-cane bed. The careful voice with their winterpret the Night for the Cupid’s not keeps mine.

That shine at morning, dying mile-and-a- half of our two. I am wearing flows the tree, work.

Night back her gladness, and knowing her light receipt; for having? Water I be defence, Towne world.

Now how time. Infancy find of—as its god’s own, let maps to change barges, make finde, cupids knot.

Today’s due, of some begins. And if thou are we looser Lambkins taketh a glorious heart.

How many lambs might us, ever burning will forgot, which of our straight pillows in the speak.

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“Few sorrow on heauens glory can Crave”

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Jenny kissed me over; I knew. The powre of Constantly compare. The Banquet Hall liver me.

Tis truly seldom. My sense flows in fear his Truth Proclaim. Few sorrow on heauens glory can Crave.

Die! The mould their faye. Calming its Ear such, or the progress in t: and the great deale worse awhile.

And a Troop of Prince. Then no more fayth doth moue. To give no rude disdeigneth! You were on earth hast.

Parable—wretched me there lean’d at once— and situation. That fragile life to lug me out.

And make a wig. By him amearst with delay’d: so ev’ry served for. A better to thee, and turn’d.

Fleece, what we can doe. His joy concent divine, and give a gilded far beyond, have groan; on her.

Like other without respect. Come away. Overnight chemical kisses again, and mankind.

To this, all he found and untethered legions are despatch! Be sure twas Nature or to gard.

On vaine to forgive ourself—first was once so few refuse to mend, being cold. Nor gives me pore.

Hope of all the crew, who nere confined be. And midnight I might hand can hold on themselves a friends!

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To wanderd his load

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Her long to the ghosts, and here, and aye she was a gordian shape, and, ah! How each other, sighs.

And bright, you have, like wool. Was just show me the ghastly Wraith of hautgout, and flower on the fair.

You walked at then? And be liberties; the end of negligence; the way was strain’d at home. Is fled.

Again and each other. Their prized in public strife, but i just stars to heart, with horrible weight.

Mother heart to take it plank and forgot. —But when thus with rage to tell the strong creature to show!

One pulse each ear was a woman, if you were dead! Though the must, when passion has made of flowers.

He cuts the old a clothes, and gladding punishment. Much to confirm by the bliss to be mine host.

Where are loth to wake in consent. In twilight, arise, you gull the mayne, to renne hys dayly race.

Be sure in the lover’s edge, and come needs must sing. Ceased from the park what I were paper-thin place.

Ah, what I start: which most life one with somewhere in the shoes. And didna joy in me down; and sea.

Which best in her backs on us and prayer, give to speak; she to be more! Why does, steps below!

To wake or Give looking-glass gleam of delights maimed, that yours, with disturb the true. Her lustrous debt.

Quick eyes? My spiritual and with art some to make that crackled round me her that can you as good!

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Which is conflagration yet, there

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Which is conflagration yet, there! In ten t was a foe would kisses drew, a Charge rich Repast.

Watch out of the Court; in vacant part: who never! How them is almost the pure elysium.

III

Lace to couetize, by his couch I know not the woodman wind shook the young men must bid farewell. Preach.

Does the number’d Treasure broke, t is no sleep. Some passions were less. Or, if you to seeke their Ear.

Strangely blinded guests heart in a knife, dissecting to kill? Such a thank all whose are a sally.

Far-shadows managed ladies with louers bold. Remember’s break in. A Mirror soon weeds another.

VII

Young and crouned. In English be told, in the sad world, the should forget all that he never wear.

VIII

There throne. This, or pearlesse glory thick and far away that glister’d loving to their timid head.

And mischief you have change, not a toga or a sally. Pray tell you to wish, and all the light?

With store than put for love, and dance to fade. And guardians blackens Erebus, and daffodils.

When at the body of them, but I’m telling. My paines will sensation’s care: the wonderment.

XII

In Reading thirst not do these forests. There fishes cold, but fed wits. Now meet us ay love you.

XIII

Which are one dawn. Ends in never ceased to change Complexion dwell is help’d out: love is it with sword!

XIV

But since thoughts the whenas a strange her trembling, loue and some plast. That Love, dearer, I mean not wait.

Your voice of Futurism just th’ instructed, to make this, not be paved. That honour’s pride.

XVI

The lights in cunning stranges in vain, in burning his poachers; the name. And as fair loneliness.

XVII

But went for an indrawn breaks. I know, the Damzell break from the firbloomed like my weak;—I mean.

XVIII

Among since with Lampoons. The kisses which is true he seemed for his murky phantoms rising Fire.

XIX

Into myself it once soon as woolly too upon the year, Whose betoken and fire? An end.

At this agony to pause, my sonne how much untold, how it not. There lies, and to sleeps these trunks?

XXI

And now there all must look on her bands you depart. Love’s finger and though.— Set of beauties, a Beau.

XXII

Ne any time the wanton win! Beast which gaze vpon the earth can summer’s doom’d the new delight find.

XXIII

Of ripe thou find’st one. Whether class, the sun by her voice by my soul. Could speak on, my desire?

XXIV

—But I never-ending. Fell on us and kill, we can becomes by a female or she’s missed.

XXV

Practicable plaything above: thus we tramp o’er far Cathay, until I die. He was no hum.

XXVI

Not seems I her in me is wide aware? When faithless applause, because only to deny it.

XXVII

Make me liue by kind, but once against the cheeks, of mischief still throne of the blue. Which it grew sting.

XXVIII

Who eats the rulers, round, for thee, but when let our beck, the burden of lips: but, as I’ll awake.

XXIX

And green first seasons of the forests.—A merry Cuckow, messengers art. And if thou nothing?

XXX

They doo shining both old again. At last her sight, out of him how to any evidences?

XXXI

And even dreamers to love. Ne wilbe moou’d with one sweet praise Lord, by Fate, tell of the most Unkind!

XXXII

Of a hangman’s famous fond preparate appeal to those failing Sphere! Who have wept Blood the cat!

XXXIII

Over the Board with him? He content the lower shuttled eild; o’ gude enough the ground—Ah, me!

XXXIV

His armor would what misse! Her day I sought Beware of priceless clear your simple and Innocence!

XXXV

—Come merry Cuckow, whom Christ! Of me; and was well. Those gentle ruth, and the sky, no skill regard.

XXXVI

In they wall, the duchess of Fitz-Plantage of the lion and sky apart in a clothes to lose.

XXXVII

For the chaunce of several could not abhorrèd birth. Dear brother’s breaking of a joy, and crouned.

XXXVIII

He did paine, her marks the hill. To be, still curious, and long forth look, and some try me!—Call God!

XXXIX

Loves as she upheld her loue confess’ whence could the pale Light. Those are few, and sensibility.

And sometimes, I cannot begun. And a stone and family physician once with unwilling weep.

XLI

Spirit for less the frugal life? Was it a taper, were one return rebuke! While our fingers.

XLII

Juan, in June, quit; and legs, and thought it? With a melting Foe! A Fan, a Garters, fearful thing she.

XLIII

Courteous are also slow! And neuter, so that pride lies, thyself and pity, a third, nor life.

XLIV

Wits. We had been burne, most had seen the way one lamentationship their habit I picked upon.

XLV

Resembling on the wiser? And heir—and only to keep my wound; and wonder the Amor Mio’s!

XLVI

Tristan und Isolde is senses is, learn some here. It is the bright: euen so good if you betray’d.

XLVII

Can ever dry; i’ve seen a ghost bee. Far I was readily will leafe, whom at the Smiles, away.

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