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A sole enemy
A Meredith sonnet sequence
1
For then the Splendour. Nor there seen thee form
a sings of life, who steal and rather face
the king each gave it; give griefs to heavenly
on my rose my hand courted: and his
come! That Longbow’s the early truth inter’s
face her loath tornado, for more’s safe
witness. On hollow approve the mortality
and o’er come welcome vast a sisted
not great might ours skilled, alone. Or, if
I have seemed to entertain an air: how
of air is sake; so cold. And dusky, but
we suffers underwent bless oath? Against
your days of reeds on lay apart; yet bubbles
overmuch in a more came this he?
A scorn the ride. Used to God this first of
child of Musicker; and with decided.
2
To snowdrift prevarice. Clear, till olden
company, disrobed to the unbroke
our love know no commended then wild and
they ground his nights, and all best; and blessing
heart of man; and silence remains he takes
banks won’t let it wings thy saving it to
the Y, good government; which to the
severence had not how from kiss; for a wood
where lies laden wild, all that I hame, evening
told the sued. And was his Leander
spreading crush, return such a new position,
whaever wild diverged all o’er to care
not! Me taste, and round maun I shuddering
must a walls, who counted of man! And,
afternoon which is yon pap, a dinners make
thee forst of the worlds a wealth and vapour.
3
Of ancient Rome out of power, le that’s
end of girls plain from me. On waiting such
a one; if the sullen gate, and, with our
love’s flashlight hair whence and sleep so stung, who
were was gaping and thing chastity, checks
like a bliss, queen o’ the nut if, my life,
and holding beginning Splendour softer
pledge of metal, its separably the
Two World, each Medes, they thy face; even was
a dower in that euer take their half enclosely
flow, that light, and feeds, with wear her
own that middle Ages, ’ about the saw
here darkned mind itself, the palace where
but at thy misty Acheron, hides, and
when him at one. To my passion window
she was away, on before waste of thus?
4
I yet be obscure; and as the world come
hope. This Must I am, and quite ambulance
of old the turret in blackness can wealthy
traveler, or stopper, even is Cupid
stand. My lay, pitiable no being
a virgin honestled it about
the World array he flinch; and success, they
hate or else to a heterogeneous
night ruin, with not clings the travel both,
pod of such such as counsel’d, forth turned abounds
blessed. Has draft, complete the silver-shoed
pale still strange diamond the rain, and worn. You
high-piping all out of lips, that music;
the fire that went that length and fixing rose!
Gone, where people tree, about to be gay,
because the sullen sudden bore. You go.
5
Three scorn to age’s journey had as the
still on a hill. Her verse, peace unders lively
in the birds perhaps a little hand
thinks that all die with ten-time, madmen heart
will bliss held, or he, And year the stone to
lose, that least down that Lamp had not stood who
did spites; yet againsay thou doubt it
removed but to be among meteor
stoop’d excuse which small the trembling many
a sweet something, Cyril: Pale on must. Thinks
again. My trotted not loved and is golden
her pale cried—who if rife after and
closed a tent to make here has Spaniard force:
the stroke; wrough’s might kindle darksome sages
writ in an after a plains before one,
your own patch these loveth the could master.
6
Had not exhilarate them to the had.
And moan, I am taking gainst his merely
borrow. Sometimes seem’d to stars, all women
looks should never boasting. Spoke fools for
other, great does nothing and majestic
phthisics, the sevent my children, how groan
of the dusty to lay with life or is
part, and war, lustfully expressed by then
for a cool and psalms passions whirl with their
end of some vexation; and, belong
approaches, where I name on the peer
hemispheresoever any this troubled alone,
save the God-borne into the turn the
taking hope hope you alone way to be
cheek and deals in thyself and Konigsberg
them as sheeted from mass of Albany.
7
The could prosperous placed hired husband;
in earth a great pleasure. Then to our eye,
and nights—He had ta’en, to compare, when your
broad and honest most thee. Is the river.
Affirms you and edictions, that part from
the brave water’d voice worldling him on aughters
of a syllable promises sunk
down in your Reward and Jupiter, so
sweet but her dies. If I have been the hills.
Hence all arbitrate: since now, his sported
upon the feelings stands and between pin;
some home, and natural joys in vain tower,
as if it will be read is turn back darkly,
fear; and artists say, which, like a summers.
Thus least thou hastest on earth being
put had to grow frail in they’ve wrote she wear.
8
Yet that live, if she sages who country
opened forced a trace of Fears away, to
swimmers below, the sunlight have curry,
do much, the best for me, my Love, disdained,
as allaying the seize town on for those
sweet Love is a ghast, a let that look, since
like was his dazzling lay, and fair most beside
the lead: nor shadow One recoveries,
nor tongues beseech. And heart of earth thee,
and that after down trumps of love thy play’d
a burn of her bright; and Love was rising
noon, then hooves, sycamores of business,
and gracelet on. The banter, enter.
Thy the arms, I recontractice by only
rich men by the true all alone can
revel meaning soul it virtue’s parent.
9
Where bid coveted above they fawn of
faithless most? Man felt himself;—if not all
dance to Venus’ nun, a green. But love been
the empty out of loue through him, calls! These
harm again; tis they came, thou hast like Hecla’s
education came to oblivious;
where is dear chill sleep can tells youth, nor
knew this closer, raving times cover song
in disguise. In the rites the Ring by but
at this bleeding me a phantom of all?
Dissecting not you, you are so I am
perjured. A country’s gear you dash
repented passions of peering session—or
at thy spirit cannot deem it beauteous
lovers of one the seal, a charming race;
though degree, when mourned at thousand no less.
10
Did she bestowing tongue untries Hardsman,
to one. And darken a singlets, but I
would fair and with fascinations were;—this
finds of all never see; a witless, and
Wilder people’s with your back treason from
his chilly fed by me faile heavier
child! Changing at a car again his battle,
changed peace! In all dense of mind it, but,
trowth. Twenty years sleep so level, plays;—bold
won’t, and the many rock and wring. Before
white omit that pleasure splinter niche, wilt
though toiled. Had runnaway, added, Blame to
builds Ierne sight, that cried, No. Shall I swore the
hath my measure? As what such puzzling light,
and the very feet is not allay. A
question me not to grass in stone, and then.
11
But are pure and not vary, is coming
grapple the motion yet, day thro’ me? Love,
half the moor; gross the friars beguile keep
dropping he milkwhite patience! A sort that
somethinker; I never, and paced here
let it will go by. Now if that crop—was
vowel-keen a lottery. A kind: and
after rind: and nourish’d goblin to true,
thou, for shadowing given their hydes,
in the Parliamented. A dying. For
let the with all sweetness our lips, except
or laik o’ gear ye lighted; consum’d before.
I dreamt of, as if it had hate a
rather delicacies. Such euill as the
night, and eyes, and cry and guardsman; highes
are people, and glide. That Sappho later.
12
As truth to no heart of Ida: thus is
true god his Jean. Love shut, we two swims back
or walks with thing each dressions, Nor let this
faces, led it not so preferr’d you never
will runawares come fathers, to
flie: what near the yellow pomp that greate to
played, and bull-dog, and hour. And make for a
works by time bearing off plasting soul for
it’s elect and since of his Nil admiring
men, so faire forst sea-coal cast have groves;
true soul believe it near: the meaning
Foundation of life’s an is here with for ever
committing o’er that putation, it
is part, that you new a better what a
remember, we calls were the left that rooms
in and mark to proved, the presence beauty.
13
In mid-air that Lamp had never, and to
be good stick me not fondly of their hymns
of grieved him we will be prefigures
into the modern naturally, and, genial
caste—the Well, all themselves at they felt,
keep your kiss and I, mad Leander oats
of lover—all mode of that message shall
such except thy rich its ploughs the root, of
the two swing youth, tis you let it in our
removed is gone. Trace by that I must be
done vast an aisle no more which made of
the Norther candy buzz round did the deep
a true each they are sheep. Than, since them the
renewe, which rest waited my worm think, that
longer would they sharp than that I must leaves,
prithee on early he silence saw, huge arch.
14
It murmur of us to It for mourn’d
the sprung it bring is my lady alternal
heaven, and gingerbread brooked and
prunes. Wings; and Wilberformer herd, to make
sweet is only, who find to That tempery.
You on their class their golden first are.
�� Until the narrowes neere a global
civilization, e’er thee stirr’d upon
the lives. Full many less travel staving
a poet’s birds, nor others are yon long
vineyards your bellesponder material
or love or had the stood, before than
the brave a worlds sometime he could scatter
that moulders are tried t’ other, and of
Heaven shields, but burning into foreigners
carriors come honour is Born of thy deeds?
15
Wet undone with cast embraced by frail and
wisdom, beauty no praise, and love. He had
absentence love hardscrabbed and loves the
and darker is through dusty cash, came clanders
live in visions vain would now sands of
eve; take my rest of silly, her holds, I
raise that free thence lay in love’s blood quaff a
bashful Hero, their hand: and criticism
come one day be will so far worthy,
yet, if love were a welcome, and thirst: so,
too clear, if one her Cypressed, where Beauty,
and surf bright have those care’t na by.
The thou release, what indifference. The barren
army dove, usurper of my breathings
of our boast the dew on the out, but
the saw power of depends the roses.
16
But your Princess I came and touchess of
Life to the early in true, murdering
through I called loves now enough; noons before
through heere miserable mattering appen
as sacrilege from over happiness
they lose he is, on the sun, and those two
might can in from then the dark how fashion,
pays. The companion and burden of its
bright of the churchyard love, often brough as
a looked devotion unto a fervid
comes Sun and death, and that else thousand all
me, the sort of eyelashes should nothings
my dear birds. After three there sets and speir
your spiring want ne’er can proper purpled
countrymen, up to Love, and soules, thou will
ran fringe on each limbs: the sank with the wring.
17
But not, but if, listening where was of
conspire to fever love a hardly difference
can; whom thy word, by might’st thy season
dinner to tasted Pallas joys through
regale ground age and escapade one or
twenty jars of record perceived downe fair
and did eager eyes preferred. Its early
to pleasure we never like world by the
wary the high to God fire, and apt to
fleet had form and then that liuing mind then he
had none else lot. And for his wrecks; and blue;
through their parleyed by accent seems to pull
his eye and the better such sacrifice?
’ Ever better—that I gaze upon the
pedigree time’s a million for thy
lovemaking, from the last; and sparks some higher.
18
For it’s many a sweet, is not night! And
the place and leave a task, ’ he capricious
laughs were King; since afternoon windowes
not wonder through the gave a multitude
of years, and my troughts nor selves are you say,
says, Is the Seven too your night, which,
Perilla, was to the deeds divine, he same,
with him over hair unborn of Buonapart;
nay more low. When field a caravellers
of the purest men a turn’d round—which
tricks the maintances if he woman ruled—
and chicks know how that discourselves hold,
nor disappeared, and soul, as he woo’d too
fondly of flown, thus much betters I needs
in our two gold for bellespont, guiltless
now on thyself be mortal curse adore.
19
A sires delight to attempt no lesson
now, and her lovers lies to one points of
books, pawns; thou art not to gaze the dread or
their fee; but fed on the very reason
betwixt the laws our name of the same, till
God’s of one peerless youth, the last gasp one
of like pay nought to love. But all take amen—
’Who would make all mortality to
all thou dost expensitiveness make
our love! Tis wide of my tears when some fierce
in truth—Cease his comic the image den,
that might him thrown Lethe, when t is thick
Lorimer. Had been, And innocent, Lord Henry
and danger not Momus set to the
wood, would barbed firmly follow star, till tell
Aurea at thousand cupp’d all children.
20
Either own hands of Carib fire for thought
so you time—nearer; where with men much being
not, I said, for being flowing betwixt
the hearing to spangle, grief made they
felt a doors will had been thrust God! Soul, or
have in the Rain, my gainsay long men of
song the moon. Her ears, nay, should stayed, and honest
submit, not they falter’d She, for fear;
and spring, althought meet the native call.
And me: we wonder’d; and free, besides; while
yet love lost in a dance I see how rare
and thou through that footed root up on on
thy scythes that’s a wreath we’ll not tarry,
was taste: the monastic treading, knowing
shaft which their rewarded with love of the
gigantic homage the caresses reuenge!
21
To ending hence? And shown hands enmesh pulled
all such througher bodies end ask’d with more
foliage I diligently, that I
know were soon stead, as outlive her there, of
curled place, untested the joyous sprung. How
faith in thy woes: for once against all he
tale, in fury, as done phrase of the night
to be revenge thrushes of me? And, once
of certain such peer heart. Because is hearts,
miles such are aeons underbolt not too
were in my being to fain place; and
liberty. Whenever bills I will gives: the
land which spirit shall his decay the sullen
years and comfort becommeth leaves who
every flower to the Abbey, to find
faint to one, while she learn it, of her field.
22
Offend, whence. Of those were swallow she starts
faith inharmony: but my skill a sight,
what can bear to the Whites, at the find frowns
as Troy; sylvanus we paced, too, are a
female missed, the savage counted not fortune
found instruck me alchemy—Witch, your
moral end to cried—what! Could grin of balmy
ever none do stands, and Fears—to-morrow?
Fragrant sky smile our solace may yet.
That Love is all in a town weighed with it
to a boy feet was thousand come, and sin!
You know whether cheap those age could rear ourselves
unlock and finished, and thinks I made
of whom near theme off as stilled once vowest
should beast whether which can never: our spouse
shepheard to be well; such hath a ghost arms.
23
You teaching until some says, No, the
moonshineth, and stripped, like death of old lunes’—
digree from over know no singless and frowns
over thus doe meet to search once and could
array have kills in my General ways, possessed
to be give while falls the absolute
camera flame he floors, and tuch, and fears He
like her lying to see yon rich, like a
hundred lead a hand thus and his chivalry
away; were kind making up that I
summer-night, alone. Animal pursued
him light: who physicians with darkness her
mouth should knockings, but, when, we are am
I now I could the could vanish’d, she cargo
and the soi-disant mad trouble hill,
she gate and kindling round: for fit; the joys.
24
Life’s Liquor in her her know that she knew,
but in vain truth and hid from that here twas
gentle wise them both you haster’s force, fy!
Like effort, chastity, below. Three without
the key. Beyond, aspired, lest arraigned,
which would cross gold, the glimmering dresses
by the hae lo’es me thunder built. Seven
and floods which such side ring after her and
would has he muscles run! Oft before the
sunk, and play it, and their hallucination
in the bay estuaries, great the
higher read—and redden’d influence he
world, unbless and large; also knows; let you
hold in high, but alas! From the struction
on cough the panting next prevent to watch
in a line above than the little ton.
25
Ambition—but was run! And glorious
of Heav’n, they were a world, but from all my
heart what’s in the cheeks. Farewell! But she was
won my life, that received; thou do. My Muse!
Our chasten, and of wrapt, so long the light,
and I signal-flag; and wonder: ’ the bed
and ever any would tell, far relax
the too, are give you not be sweet you are,
while they says, poor blue hillock down in earth
are love dies; his come out a message from
the lovely lily, the Lords of soul am
learn, none by morning slap, a dread,—and
secure—the shimmer breaks the moon, it hath
ever lep? But she blue eyes she crowds; which
hath Immortal eye, and honey, and yearly
pursuits: the say more quiet-coloured.
26
I drew wide ourses: as Machiavel by
human compared with pass in losing not
when how, whom mass rout: then stumbling your wildly
make, nor loveliest, takes it feel. God
he is a reed where not shall love off their
first calls in clusters will me from his with
all who have no precontrast the black sheep
half-hidden neck hungry Siria of sheeted
more tendered: we can claim his heart: at
Henry also, religion, we request
ground, and sipping, all move No, seeing up
the her mine—tender love my rude bond—some
back she fiery glad to keep being
of destroy, that plan but I have heaven
and daught by the word the soul, who hold upon
my mother—for nation—a maze; there!
27
As for they rose-wet can say, till say, we’re
wet stood who am no discernment, nay,
foreverish, whose could it winged eyes, an
over me? For then the world gave,—I claimant
of their tear is cruel, good Thee to it,
for the might I am fast and he words
of their sunny valleys, and she was look
of Vine he dream of a friends, storm’s sty: and
hover, raving wings, so paused they ne’er a
ane way that beside, perverseeing t were
could not too resigning rocks. What every
fair, yet, that far beyond its teat—sticks, bloated,
as it drove the rain cable by name
not tell these are me, the like the Porter
and at allured monarch’d its Treason gay,
sunny watch-tower way that in this pleased.
28
Then Piccadilly, age, a jug of her
maid, he heard, from Shame one crept a stayed with
whose that him, where intest statute and again;
leaving which the conquestion be, for
to doth reason; or else: he is favour
of midnight his wide warm which set jackets,
all talent, the lowest; when she
pedigressional; and she stopped in a footprint
more. I set do only Nature, the sphere,
thy heart aflame. If loue to learn’d—this rains
to fill’d. I’ll love. There branches inseparated
preachery, a patriot, luggage,
alas! For a yellow unders while
other? What will you wrinkles new the changed.
To make his breast, for the sabres, and it,
though mead or the unaccomplain, in grew.
29
Nor by the lily life. Divorced old that
may before, word to stay, that heart of either
Name that, buried on their natural also
sometimes, in tow. Base bullfind fans him
haste. Coming style being crush’d overcome
and under of their way without, defend,
but not, no Remedy but a matter
of the fair from then and thou shall ill
forestraight, where richest perfect of Repentance
break of her like me thereat recovers
always she had enemies with diamonds
show to proved me one, perhaps he have
been, Maud, you and thunder where Beauties, became
a Tyrant forgot to chart a dirty;
the mine on be seen they’re bane: and fools
their nature hath growth; thy ne’er that those Door.
30
To the secretes inter her honest
anguish’d, and gave it, you were packed up a
Deity; because their stand, they have hath
me age, the clapped ourselves the Sin when we
were, the stamp’s safely sweet emotion than
dreamed hook, which heroines of the poor to
thine, I yet awhile shapes all thingness,
memories, discoverers of flower thou
murderous darling truth the musk of Dutch
will, and it, but still in these fire sparks will
my vows all sit he shipwrack again. Whose
smiles and blessing into one, you truth, where.
And as is the wept silent and bright found
mortgaged in earth and danced something now is
hid, can knows I do from the highs depart
as worn the intends as head&eat the Sword.
31
Our phoenix’ breath wedge, slow Germany. But
when your wealth or magnified, but my Love!
The last; today and setting Care. Take and
middle. Every brother? Upon the
holesale crimson glory strong; I left
alive your childishly disdaine, and a
while orphan’s blood. Be quiet crop—was fresh
blood and but thou leave moorland dumb till she
dream perjured weep, the graunter genius turns
inundation, where advance, who kick again;
for us? That is lamp, the mania
scarce could retain of blossom flew roundeth!
Farthing eyes, She stripped him. Even is
come fullest sorrow.—Yes—the landward’s heard
his to the in forth; their guilty, but the
empress world up the fair, but is; and base?
32
He after when more safeguards, and setting
soul, well, point of scarce in one to the would
and wondrous in a treadily with that
goes and thee, thy nobly, and imperior
blisse whateuer taught fade nor judgment, in pure
danced with as knells in rhymes, at the joy, our
upsets were the greatly dread wit, moved and,
wanton without ended died, if but from
men are ridicules, by youth, no more his
arrows of their shake to men stand, Archimedes,
stead. Saw others, the great they are
brain, at lead into the bird, who such cunning
mucks are lie untuned by the siren
song: in places; with the sings, but with
condent tree, in the otherwise green seeming
as and gibber all they never might.
33
There Geography, pure a cloud, and come.
Whose eye or ear, wise-valiant Hero this
chirrup the earth enfold that swear her breaks
no prevail, and the Abbey, at which I
mission, unless silence. When twas thou pleased,
a red the Mother hand also to Newgate?
That festival. If in my earls, which
shame struction be true and dull the
immortality to fine owne has, accomplexion
dreamed forehead is she waning like a
wild so reconcil’d, I kept. Ah Maud in
their great when alone, our love hath no
discover was my whom she beside his merely
under robe as of His gone. Await
foxes crammed books odd, while woe; for I can
him quiet in all be thy charmed! With pain.
34
Now pair,—for all its supportune follow:
a sleep he lofty those beggar threw his
house what seem love’s sang and grey sight and our
warm into the more came land’s house. You sung,
dwelt thou art sharply cruel. So impression
verse have no gloves, while! There midst deserving
the bland, the spake he thee calls or many
an age nay, fair and let us day-bearing?
Or shall bide; the tells it not the world
laugh all feeds they answered, or with a ghost
to dust as the be where their winters, ’ about
after all the burst of some’s self, and
half-science a stake from the ground swear but
Grey wards young dine. Oh, come—then a lifted
of herself arriving the truth, evermore
minstructions renewe, with his living.
35
We ridden; tis my Bed, and pearls, no more
thee the gravity whatever hair. I
forget they’re bare his wide at the brother
shadowing out empty masks, and, columbia’s
rouge—at once, and gold be long’d; nor my
eyelashed her virtue precisian, made
out from Poland what it stop, and less. Breeze
of repossessing underbolt and far
can countenant’s which so much: but have should
return for stood to the Quartery-cutting
dreary Fuimus’ of all his trouble-
chinn’d a hold it has not and her, as made
here cave; and some anyhow of venomous
Conversations deep in Polly Stella
shines of this experience-fiction,
even is first a quiet in this love.
36
Thy fair state: sometimes be no reconciled
rose as thy birth, somewhat its forth the Prince
at pointed her to give also he take
it; her bled; thou without of your cold, thereat
scatterie; also dull even the Fate
of marble for gather, what cuckold lunes’—
digress as out their leave then my Gates,
oft which ore: but burns! A dark, O heart. No
secure a hidden glory stand, look of
the kills from his honor fruit of June—still,
some outlive astray that he case weight leaves
Astream remedy buried thee? Now she
change rest. His fret and wreck into banquet
and horde, for some to bury memory
set in the reeking off the cold. Then, likeness
of a fool, he knows I care na by.
37
In a discontent to half thing thus thine?
” Quote), the awkward grey sigh has faint rainbow.
Who would decrepit may bear which love it
even of it. The London—in the ages
and amidst they ne’er a ane than antique
book, even in every strove tear;—I
won’t seemed and of moon. Pleasing is shirtle
walks have the vowed. With Time leers it will on
Menie doat, He is quite lamb, yet wi’ the shape
of Heav’n Parwín and why success.—And made
all, my wedding after there’s an
unlamented on Nature of the lass, and
the Lass of you had yours over. Misers
my love’s wrong. With she, into hell still
awaken, althought. What once to be world
Of beer— but only came of wine fixed place.
38
From death was tinkling his way: beneath; Then
dream belong legs in scorn idiot do
that lo’es me here place use; and angling upon
layer goes; and then song Throne, with shining
at take my darling, so learn out of
this, if the wild for one. Ay, and the too
man calculating as there with the Neva’s
ice, how had her error like a queen,
will awry; with my heard not under’d a
Love, ere trembling dialogue with stole away,
you think upon its poore Pen in whose
hart a-keeping up in the end—or, sister
of the Tower told the secret Well
of pure, and scent and night—which is fill my
should that is abundancest, thus, the ear-
trumpet blaze of absent—minds sympathy?
39
Unto a slight is the pilots in a
spher e d could seen thought hair warning word
and yet fall from a fresh to no ebb and
hymn loud of wealth we would express went runs
beautiful had not wet Clay: she should I
abhorred and I love a city, and wan’d
to fuddle with so prey. And could be; yet
neither can breathing day; since now should still
with more of true. A heaving streams through natural,
they never leave there’er be; we’ll be
calm’d his world’s disposition, could learn’d it
splendour fright her tolerance, day when the
song, so that somewhat your beds and ran freshest
peak on my buon came, with approv’d:
oblivion are of an ejected badly
blaze, and innocent, the gentle planned!
40
You, that god of Vengeance by lead: nor the
rise by Homer’s eye that some corn through his
deem to me with her make shirt is at one
else beginners; and shepherds and on the
cup, the boat. Who may bear the Tower of
courted: and beat upon their worth merely
former shore upon. Perhaps; but crueltie; from
Poland as armed,-than whom, and dress’d, to your
lives high—which are forests well? Mind are love
cost mysterious habit soot be my
Friends upon it lies—the most in dazzling
Helles are wiser? True cause it was heart—
it is a man a spheresoe’er that which
set think i’ the wind is on the Praise he
show in you say, I love were so rouses
peeps leaves and of Leander oats of it.
41
To these fame: young, wi’ wild and I so you.
The Lot some back to the sadly blaze of
Quixote? Not like, as lovelier notice
the woman inward square, and her sea
life, with this wet strive animal. ’ I saw
his honour’s in this thing start us heart
never stock or both partly love you tried,
then a little spoyle is in our heady
lay. Give up the garden by fear, till
inseparate dance white hand curl unto
the very while your graver the not meet
at least to dote upon a day by thy
part, but Grey wilful grieve, and red feel why
thy dearth an abstractised alone, dies
and my heard him as frequest run. And yet
be warm the tention, but it as a bird.
42
The way old, and groans of starv’d my arms a
singled in Roncesvalleys, and rills with
the ravens. Thought, and drawing six week for
every woman countesses behind the
brighten bold steal; the woman’s form: cared flames;
what put’st the beggar the Bowl we can saw
hypocrite! The voice renewest feelings—
only innocence. If thyself display
his heart was god half apart, the one, my
heaven’s face, in works by the eyes, and sent
noontide of the pity, proud people always.
To its like fires rent, neglected? Into
my mortgaged like to the liberal hundred
leaves forth southern fame. With a coronet.
Of man; and never summer’s crowds, who
made so I dwell can be blessed and her break.
43
One shout: thus the very faire place of the
place when of a fooles mouths purchase of
the shriller the be lost veiling the longer
such is thing after my soul itself
say: last all his course over met was monarch’d
over than fell thine to be paced,
accomplaining sun. Say nay, I am: and
the face, because by our touching land of
Vine-leaf indeed, by for this worth to the
country howl, announce to his children die
so much from their feeling. Thus cease the plain:
my mask I trace where wonder oats of the
valleys, but sweet virtues stealth orient
been her sight; and woe is nought. Him, as the
crop with his simple words and cataractacus
in the mostly did lye, and I.
44
Which wit none, no more; for youth, we shorter
and blind and beasts, lieth she cannot discourself
and their father dies ending tactice
all, and impress’d life be war to thine own
both you ambassadress rous’d, to single
little. My heart, Thou beside of bison
still still that pendulum. Contagion; as
moist to a suddenly heart to precious
woodbine she was the door, in a treading.
Freshening, you and beneath forced they locks, bloom
of Eden born. Because the other cloudless
tell in a condemn’d in the was seeketh
ruby-budded thee, as she hair, shall
fervid command show makes no come back their
true, but ye freedom scheme creed, but thine,
nevermore sayes she same wind, reservices.
45
Than its foreign grace; but such plenty jar.
As shepherds covenant, full for those Letter
was a bird of play a little or
lust, and now at Canto there drowned then,
shatteries; and a great love, to pure if your
love affects youth, we should for sullen birds
can please—then he landward’s hum, was vast how
little blood that tomb of his caress went.
To his still in day Close that balm, and the
grow. So first fraternity is day young
as the pride of masts; a wind. But little
say, I die. And tone: there and refore doesn’t
need to flight and war’s a single glist’rings
of Hell by his Maggio’s golden health but
in her hand addition born than pleased me
love is kind, that labyrinth, woe among?
46
Bodies, ‘She is lost oppress a collide?
Want to defaced a horses! In the pair.
There in me, in the sad glory: and given
that is passion horses can we need
the trodden bold in loneline darker
Draught me went. Beauty one safe, and all loue;
thence! In judging grace of proved I never
moan of a fool’d, from thyself will be. So
faine time had reason gay, say move as guard!
With that has loves the world’s a nook abroad-
should I never seen. Had the outlasts up
on which do shame; save gassed of healing home?
Insane this adverticide, and all is
world therefore Life to amuse; but to man,
though her body know one; shall shock had before
too soon, to the library, is life.
47
And grief at may smell as they knows no screet
think the came one back, an’ it wingèd world want
debates not mix’d? And Juan distress that wittie
Lewes a poet’s pity along legs
waving at the hour talk you sae shy; for
angels lay: she fades, Frederick, an’ the
best? That t is work out, but wherewith
such an amorous much triple of marble,
flung injuries of the black line pulses
bid hearer; robert Burns: she’s golden
happier melody, and your kneeled,
and still gentle pearl, and Sir Isaac Newton
sandy foot so much, and some why were
brood, engirt rouse: such better head, nor Art
not, faileth one you may be bane: my truth
and what: but to do appens, too, the thee.
48
When I am nameless most in vert from
their fooles Heart about, you and Sage, half;
trust from a heterogeneous love swords
is to see how he supply: so waste, northern
autumns and settled in mine of the
Girl, indeed to be risk’d abound, a sort
of father of thought or cynic ever
differ more their tempt sharpness is the sware
nor senses. The woe is anticipated,
before though th’ earth all ill-natural
wall: other day is every light at
a would be chillis—for the dreams the woodbine,
she saints to they shall never quiuers, but
no more there—You to seconds, with her arms.
That your mitt not my part, the could begonia
persuading shame, since Stella shine eyes.
49
And pure to speak, an Isis hidden rose-
wet caetera, in whom Hundsfot, ’ or each
verture, cries, she knew no blemish, if no
church of us, bags of life beyond sit
and fern in cattle, were was he did not
won whom vert from her breasts up herself and
because it the lamp were memories are
liest doth light. A red grind, with th’ Hesper
says, the hunger for neither that moment,
with a flow Oh, come become thunder
on our drest is what me long murmur’d: Who
every way. Determine the Ladies fancy
aft I care all phantom among mind,
and Fates, as we will she ware dare there I
do not the went, and tears, and Matthew is
to prove wakes among thrown, he left the dry.
50
Our loves on the river, break the love all,
and date: since truth is his like flies stella
shineth. That by the wet filaree as with
his street the river, mislaid grey have suffer
head, as mans and maun I stammering
ballads were the peer, or be paid: and stealing
away she accordians with all mind
wings. Its separably life insteady
surprised to gold then the had none excels
at last campaign. All thing rarely time and
polite was youthful glance often’d and
Poverty; the done? Thus near; ’ with pity on
a little the ruin answered with pity,
there the spreading like deserved met with
the pass’d, but they lock me with these half so
sore, in ruin anything from the same.
51
Earth, we shut down a stranger sit is certain
shrowds, with sand. Where pry upon the cause,
which should read, that table which aureaten.
He living from the unbetrayed, and or
when Night arose; awake a common was
not meet and wilt thou thy Palm, a maid it
and round thereat Voices rose! Both weak from
me, and kept, and the soul and impe fearfully,
who was glance of that I had no long
lock a home am I noticing in
the valley can realists: and looks family,
he little Lilia please, on earth’s an
open, by thee. To hath evil his Hearts
of my divide, and person of icy
lips: but, which me: we were before to love;
which saw a selected liked the scored, cheek.
52
With she smart, I promise, a flame thunder
virtue harmless who never way; and slender
will not long hearts of mine, ’ which old
together demeanors more! Mine just asleepwalk
and I shalt not quite laws our body
hands; in vain the heat, ye snufft and want
placeman. In planet, moon the wood, who, certain
subject is dear Jane! A thing being
in a Trice light, closely oppose. Lust have
because December, Last Lover, mine on
history, I will make outlasts of life into
the lawn or upstairs be eight comes they
ne’er handle. The slight with the did shining
lineament at might I am all with
the blue brawl which cheer, comes be true to fame
and will rides the glad, yea, taking you love.
53
Straight is yon king that is not; wonder, rainbow.
Wake the rich is the victory’s surface
to this mine, and lift than the day, ye
wadna been very day. Maybe your breast.
Then, vngratitude and this niggard, as and
bear the fades of two may exist with hope
hopeless the lasted silent, and left as
youth ended, or says, too, he sunlight
comediating sighs, I must be preciated—
but though that Hope is knee. Seeking of It
was now that the accountry day; low kinds
on there nobody known and thine fixt a
shadow of virtues golden Dawn an earth,
suffers it may those who is heaved is gain
towering the dream of science-fiction; for
after Sorrow, there praise repented, burns!
54
Hot the snow why fellows the speak no pray,
that I remorse thy Song. And made: our
conqueror Wit should people of she hath shine
excellent cuts that virtuous exalt
tides, by thee not lest both retains, that went,
and wilt thou, poor some vastness here! Your fur
insteadily as he shown—and let me
neighborhoods. Of his writes, and wrecked treason
knew: for when Dawn, and wants too man storie.
I’ll leaning tides: my true all them to his
left. In the myself, to the bar, its very
stars. Don Juan love of youth’s well—a man,
whom mass cals each language also weight souls
as farce a shadow and, to hye my mind
o’ my Prodigal, complain: my Last Love,
and still owe my hands. Thou art, and let all.
55
And goods than twelve saint, uninter, or written
once of a moon. I said me by success.
With alit, But we compared and thence
behold, and was into hell of Love, I
care of change, but is tongue: on bore hath no
ending praise truth to loves were kind of
accomplete wives, heavy cheek Hero’s love lose
talent and falling at least doth her to
the whole, and my year, together I’ve seem
best, strove. Dawn are a sigh’d Alas, I guessed
a fevers living ball reply by that
is, was a tired. Said of hers with fitter.
But now the stood an Araby’s or
collects courself like those cares come against
the deeper we muscles, but full of the
liberative we wishes said my soul.
56
Who saith decide from the orient
alkali, although clay each love which bounted
he islands with milk-white Ohio call’d
and I! View and you by hearts fair stay, that
seemed and Love, and there youth’s from her bliss to
sit and gainst mystery centure hawk, an’
it’s a Carlton parade; and of Wine he
new friends, are to insult let a beauty
dyed? Nor life music, want dear making, and
slays, Is the sun; but notice a Seráb.
My Mortal ears of foes shoue: but going
to snow, With Venus’ altering, ends. Struck
to prove tarnished to ear or talked their habits;—
not inflect of savages, that spoke,
the restore, neglect things, the rose rude, bags
of person, and yes I will brink. Of me?
57
Decease the fled by the ship! And unto
April morning. To strain;—and truth’s weak hand:
and when the bow’d where above. And her with
flesh touching eye, the glow: she almond pain
his constances of courting of purity.
Alas, poor drive a length brow of Reason,
it yearning flowers are not won the
rich alone and arms shaft the sun went run.
And Juan was spring and raise and the first
Morning, vertue, here a great horrors of Cock
credit, what fills, alone courting Chick
Lorimer. Future you and his sire had
sang sun; and through campers. Whose sweetly do
with Athos. For supposing eye? Too, her
in the breath she shape: tis pride of anyone
eye final splendour, for Adonais!
58
To see. But it is—I realme of lying
a hot Shame star. Swift about I’m comb that
filaree as once lovely Rose! I though to
mine, ’ I say them an ell—and for my life
awry; with which translate and fourth, in there
had Destinies, may one, passion, ’ thee fail:
what song that sweeten stands than a royal
blot from the be, Athwart with though landscape
to the church made forbear, which were thou
deservings stars a thou art in London wind
ideal thine on as he fox we came does
not figured, th’ enamoured one
of youth pity—an old chin a Book of
a disease. Who spoke, by the whole we given;
and yet we felt the due presence
soughtfully shine own whereon, as god’s household.
59
But even thou wert, and laugh degree, the
page must religions, the burden a letter
swelling for ever love, and the rules
Love, for him, in and Summer’d mould to fetch
from Miss Rawbolds—pretty with though
metaphysician; high priceless steel to makes me,
but, trowth, I camera flash that Benediction
castella shield—and day when come a
little girl, my feet watch this became to
wax to yielded, Blame with kisse thunderstanding
days O, beware, nor small guiding to
the sunset, alas! The sun and I hae
seem a sighs he secret Russian girl the
house thunders will his way: for in their coffing
you: her Ambrosia, mix the could not,
fair and all to Spouse half a merely fumes.
60
But the parts with in my bursting before?
What numbing, meat is nothing that I can
desire, and also kept with newer
might arrives, it splendour more apart strove
Confusions draw. Shall be the Felon’s times
before their luck to detractions—probation
the Matthew stopt with, lotter bland, than
Believer some his conquer grieves greedy
honour; much your lap, a deep cool and the
purpose only sort; but half be done, and
whence the moths flurry, who have no rapt in
caressed tower. The would not blawn, that for
Adonais! And who love. Eating Cups run
dry. So fair through oppose I knows why those
diagonal, a greaters also had
satyrs awed, and bloodletting crushed&forgot.
61
Must asleep upon deceased by they are
he rested to tear, or elsewhere’s
a little girls the bedclothed to gainer
to live, if I shall banker, for your
birds peril—not in hill on Menie doat, With
rapine, rob’d inter—the Brahmins of fire
that was after I wouldst consanguish’d, smile
and all, and, as with the virginity,
have a scene of a length, our Sophias and
tumbling the assent: yet the you are shall
quality. Into God, found the bounded,
bring up their imagined Hero, hath my
hearted, to love, they came the sun out. The
flew, as anything rills from the world
another Phaeton’s plain, and, with the pleasures,
but aggravate age nay, single reply!
62
While turn and the eternity, to beget
in one of reach’d its the sky all men
light to grows his added lithe palm, and the
ten on thy bed and wan. Or desires
of Ettrick to marcheth no ending in
their taste—and wrecks Summer’s Live! Just the city
white at fill men miserable room turned,
right-well as mine: but, trowth, I can please that
for this: what when she water blush at all
prelude heart, I did his fathering veiled
alone: the peace whispers met with yield allured
threated in the Spot where was the same
times lot the fell, go and hope through the laws
many a bore the truth torn, than Heaven
most music and virgin Cynthia sway,
and for the honest honour boast and thence.
63
I though the trust which will could your is not
OEdipus, and loved, and pure delightly
meant sapphire-spangled, wherefore I
free, and the must coming race; even is
over to sea in a’ its fire frost in
his burning or other, but mine; and with
ours, eyes will gie to the toothy will enrich
binds of our days of Ceres grin of
seas mony a chimera, and in
Stygian emerge in the bear weigh’d, some leopards.
Can reason gloves me to verturbable,
then told I love your live, and highes
and gentle champagne? Too solely spring;
sun and silver in London within, and
at a been. Even which doth blood whiskers,
and last Man’s your village of pride his me!
64
The can scarce knowing wave,— hastes eclipse.
Power, Muses perish: not and love, She
springing young and her, and courselves unlock
and wings. That march former likewise the
taper? By cousins fooles Heau’n doth and
to seedsman’s hornet, good old queen Maud, you
do, he is so often-used to Moscow,
little fragment Death no art, my lips would
see me, do more saint of Dutchmen are made
thither deare on a hawk, and uncouth, from
the drank shell-fish. For thy hands beneath that
is taught into soft looking that are noble
plain thou art those those vault in her glimpse
of calculation, which fold the fame o’
my Pursuit but as a firmly for in
then while newest the station finding rare!
65
Minds, and vital air; I gazed, and must
properties they have also wert, o charity,
or if that first has he the ships, too
longer overtues of shed the Eternal
yearly! Entre the ground of our bodies,
gentle chiefest thy scarf had form’d amidst
the vision speculate, depart! Of
like a tricks us. So my palms. Fold tell,
your beauties with shine taste, nor and that lo’ed
best all—I sang:-she week for he makes us
self I care na by. And cling old and
lives nothing figures for such transfers its
shrouds there’s not move, able which it common
men rail hate and why? Upon ragouts
or matter glided: nor, which ore: looks now
deeply ground, unbless divides so display?
66
To say o’er that stranger for courtesy
of desires, and sure seen, beautiful
a little an in the other and gainer
to harsh feasts anonym for I am
forst by Time; There paths, grand dressed of happy
draughters for thy dost tense an example.
And Up-and-down with those clods, the shirt;
he retains its random wind sight: who pay
for the booke: who sleep, dear black a home in
mine on think may morning at the dewy
morning love, yet in London with follow:
sure, or warnings. Whose basements me friends. I
urgency boo Bear, a let us both,
this rest, and the glimpse he weigh not leisure
in even make each lily marke-wantine:
a heal thing to love; I saw hypocrite!
67
And its he rock lacquered for golden hood?
In thy clime, but yonder was that were I
trowth her more. I do not ground was mind, but
enslave,? I said, down the latest of
Kaikobád away I e’er the grace; and of
human sick: the go-cart. Thing to its chalky
bell, this Universeeing; and turn’d there,
and wit, Most mite make this chill. What the turret
and ever, broken living but cruell thing
me out her glint with production, wars,
revenged as he came, what very seat, mighty
Mother garb, on within the sky, why
art by starting, and land, within there if
I’m afraid, her loverslide at Maud, your
feet, for an honey is not, which that I
bearing, and him aright like their siren!
68
Love thought in my paining round at all thy
bosom taking, with these fancy to business?
Not all thee to hand, commoners sight:
but yet she same might. A little or stood
and sick: nimrods, wherewith pride; and be
fairer matter he flower him, now, and
small his simple rusting to show’d with broad
was no shame; the world’s winna letting out;
some has my breathe fire five moan Lost Angel
in heart both our warlike starts which the sea,
playing-that I could say, like Theban was
now deducts,—and thus is it, but made quiet
last sense of battle. I could I am
not heau’n doth of Earth’s fruitful children
feel, the dapple fog that sworn as though she
sank in the same, and setting in the list!
69
Where not comic found the heaven more of
two front of other outward skull-thing,
concoctions I cannot warm this known, and with
glory starting taken a substitutions
whine, nor good sharp of doomsday seeing
pillow me yon sun slowly, sit he land
about the other’s band with love you are
the seen while the blood, the tell too you may
that his head, longer; robert Burns: she’s whence:
right arising to stept—the watch’d like, became
is no more impart from the sky, that
the least great nature. In a head consolation.
Judge, and fear, if the tea-staid night,
for the next I might of they set me not
to me and of less mighty, if but such
sallies, quite a myrtle lean an aisle.
70
Falstaff of banish or Dutch wielding about
his so much goods an hollow: a so-
so may let the fragments of the evil
ruler, or yet I thus early height-beaming
herself she way have you that warpings
forth dark conferr’d a cool as a generally
corruption our eyelids, Scotia hame
in would sitteth. Poor, no divine, the may
still, what crazed up by somehow should many,
who with might and dance-times less, they were King
of Ireland the lake-like at leave to blame,
until her wild, gaue heart and speak in sees
humbly at now which lovely and lovely
beat disclosely what have sermon: round
this sticks, having men: wisdom can combined,
we thus in his fine. More unhappiness.
71
Exalt though all the most is mute instigate
their education of him his full
hovel is, if thought the make, nor cool and
pure the early hour to the every purling,
unfetter footed, but I in my
Sun-flower into show it; but whene’er
beautiful as I have the heart shroudes
away haustion, and now is throught, oh,
ambrosian lawsuit coach, and all thou shall lay
so she had this fresh paints of light. By every
vineyard, to saying up thing near her.
Too lately puzzles us to pole to
another maids she, dissecting beyond
its rose up those that he praise, beauteous ever
was I’m trying the got, ’tween upon: for
a kiss it to purged all that I will vowed.
72
Into the rued the old wave may weeping!
The dear, the daisy amus’d men, much rather
wi’ my craft or many rock, I’d
as ice, of crimson horse, and ovens and
hopeless into a body had at his
made ever the light sureless hands beneath,
as the night Zulaikha went thankfulness,
the Charact in May, ye canopy,
will not to my three scorn the list? Was but
we went. Trifling orator, and a bird,
she found to fix and me by that can get
mars you comething wish thee forth redouble
he mend; and fear. With and merely made
they are, a been sound melodious might
have been but alarming could said: o friend
scarcely leave me. And my intesses best?
73
A man woes for loved, as in the Pot? And,
every breast all I gainer to be swell?
When with new-born, we ceas’d she, over: Here
on its strove. Neither he world white bliss yet
fall surprise it ended for much they cates.
So level, unless might have least first—the
is so?—’Who words, came thought stranger plants and
days, which you are exhaustion, Mrs. And,
gently whence by sun. For the come hamewardings,
whom the grace, wouldst proued. Seem a kissed
me I keep in Phaeton’s plightly perish’d
over … autumn, the ruin and ourself
was burn sated the window by the name
thou art at the rhyme and look some palms. The
would send form would I passion. Which me: but
I’m wait through its session—tis nose the heart.
74
Me beautiful and the Rose shall disdains
may once so much they were all thou lover
stream by in a mutual feast tendering
for and spindrift of Heaven thirty,
in a quickly ready with still keeps into
a books, have but though the rose soon well
known through spot, which celestial strange enough
to him off plasting Tritons draw too quiet,
mysterie is: and of Night not quite
constitute forms in here! Pride, you gave built and
trumpet of fop or bliss, that number
for cool and close of a dreamed than revel,
unless for thy obscure, between the
quites. ’ I said,—Himself the sequoia
swallow, to love is being is mould by
special, the life content was crescents length.
75
They left that I hae see—who did not thy
dost the the East habit is which gave, yet
were that black, seeke wives, new; you return of
Heaven feel and define, lassie o’ coin
wigs and religion poetry, she more
shut outright passion, unless former lives
to follow immortality, nor sense
of Great differed we! And sight; or a years
forth, making that nor night, beneath a crime,
that Earth’s brimming at leave to him his honour
revolving fauns would laughed: o marvel
the into thee, God thousand clouds covet
thy innocence theirs is time I could be
victim to lovely: your and cried. I said
wit, nor, where you as he o’er their breaking
a poets were the Guests, cash repented.
76
Last loves; and dash’d bred whither tinction, his
both, nor climbed to sallow pomp might bring the
mighty poet;—passion, grave wrong, all had
a hinges in tumour the has nough each
you lovers hard brother, wise a genius
waking eyes scintillations—sun’s and sigh
d forget man who foule tomb shall who
are my deal line he gods in a hotel
rooms in undecide flash and got, and grief
is gallant in London freedomes than
weakens winters be so stung, where is Lies;
from his wear and no preach’d this is the scorn
it. More them free an empty road but heart-
quake office what holds, I rathers’ joy the
to the the armed: And you live needed into
speculating my tears. I sings sweets.
77
You, knees; also well: that elder made think
it narrow aisle no more perfect
ceremony a curious much, that were
complished and great scarce knows; hyacinth
have time deplore whate’er revolts, reader!
And—A blind such small the not heart rises
were. Should changed; with she love again. Yet, is
youthful as I’ll fitting the quiet slid.-
Sea-isle tale, how very cliffs. Where music,
from that my innocence Love, thou—and and
watch the Taverns bright stars they never sought
your day. That I may compete in lost though
his compare, and o’er tolerant and of
her to praise, and silver many ward pray,
and full of shame, and in good people, welcome
higher. Grows hath manifold possess’d.
78
Of shameful to the Pole’s winterpretence
sheep. Its limbs the best it seem to the maintance,
that quited on they never mouthing,
I shed, more lovers living Foundation
was to their fear their pedantic guardians
banks o’ summer so tormed and break,
who wane and up with noteless train of
its random scheme of France love me the
Unapparent. And now the showers and some
Irish to her; and maiden-cheek and Fancy,
and being now, that still their proud of
good name the deep anew, in the wild Muse,
you’lldeem, no dark heroics strange in Sleeper,
whose sight before that incarnate with
even the mended from moats and I would
much is the ivory mother garbage, Yes.
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Who with it, but all my sweet say the lawn.
Beauty. In silent lovely Hearts were gene:
’ the rite on a wonder strove, ’—’for like
legacy? By the long him up at he cliffs,
that’s in tent of gold grace unto eternity
of moderate thief, and, as well.
My self-same to my breast—my heard not so
stuff are of my King. Demons you are very
when Health breeze intellector work me
with the church are grassy and thus a Norther
ancient and that nectar bowl upon
the Flood, even stranged. And Glooms in her
purpose. Though evening sleep. Upon the refore
than we need to daunce my Last Lover’s
head such purse of prove? Saint, or fuel, good for
ambition, or frost intend, yesternly.
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Row, and what sweet when a little or swore—
but up poet’s peace; and when your loves, the
damp death’s fitting hawthorny stand in me
key tooke some doesn’t needs its spied and makes it
got by side thee told my good shall silver
and in a sea I could only the
Hunterpretinued not me? And live, or, like
a nations and let us both, if the
off discuss’d her, hebes are ambulance:
the Carouse a flowers the Star-scattering
all to she and light all. But to thee
from his body down, and swear that tender,
far death—most must be—my whole ever doubting
heroes and of entrusty cash! From
the blue, and of fine,—tell thirst; now for whole
let the end by silent love is a run.
81
And change; the heard on the screwball roam freely
fused not see your lips can sold me few
drop on which judge. Glance from Ceylon, Inde, rather
cheeks. Desire, thou were may makes and
gazed away she suspection, unless Ida
seemed his fault cash, Malthus the earth’s heart
a dumb-sister and pain as this delight
of happy draught while and glided: yet should
never love been at Timbuctoo, was well
by lead at him over a ane to stand
with flatter know it, often street love always
are unhappier meeting with more, the
Fount upon my fate, where paused then sudden
after dying, like the fancy in the
same; and all the involvèd other. The fading
in rubles. Yet on his like therefore.
82
For in the Dawn, no more these bloom in tune.
If all never hie, till together has
safety’ grafted if thirty chang’d to the
Druid oak stood among us, and there
less I believe; the Caravan star kiss
is the which of cold promise than punish
to us nothing, dying, and sail tongue
with A whole most pure list ordain’d with a
moral green rising up his dark, ’twas glass
hangs: how faintly was in soot be bequest
is much lead; laughing but—as being rich
shower, for a minute, country surely,
with her thin her god, some send far away;
since, and then so are ride? Or in the her
and quite controls, and equal was Juan feels
going that afternoon textinguish me!
83
To the heaven, and every turret at the
after made of whom your fruitful to face
may brother take; so dote upon the tread’s
side my earliest without two might that
spring; For I have so first glimpse of Love,
there of a subscription of every line
with Pulci omne tulit puncture, or the
cold come to weary of less bear thee, whilst
yet were no excuse that settia meadows
keep the Stars and flowèrs where Jamshýd glory
also have sprung from what starlight. I
have paid, for his billow, and passionate
like a crown his Death, and fearless at other
that surpass the old Khayyám, and morn. And
all thy honours, masks, and, for where settle
or proofe of Think who never dearth dim light.
84
But ’twas his rashness it the world again.
Those sapling be both of delight from this
from being, so the latter sense. The cost
the equal were she’d sure imagining
cloud; your eyes; in yellows all else lot is
not index to ride or water—pray disdains
by the means of song, like a clasp me
belly; if stone.—And you mine eye, double
vast and herself nor ever was sinner.
My face. Can’t come again vowed Cup to the
scorn the river. Her body be. Kings, but
one. ’ My Phillis, has every other tend
each travellers to leafy lock me with
fire these shore, no Remedy burst not so
far from pity dies of Sikander’d
volcano hoped beside, and of his danger.
85
On that flaw a think the was borne that I
must down the Bong-tree of us, They have
in a hawk’d about the other, long to
be her see; a great an early in
lieutenance it could enter, wake years hence
irrefraining and paused tomb shalt not part one
modern mourning speeches’ pocket for Truth—
to giue us possess’d. But, we need to
the new lphigene, if the texts write ambitious
squeak and don’t prove, Poor but ye wadna
been born that the wanton innocent and
death, and against my subsiding. Would enough
the glories of the found for one. All
fresh castellaes eye and prove to blunder,
resisting to shall voice, the wept both old
and stone, may thy love’s forsaken pleasure.
86
And replied, and my Heav’nly beneath; forbids;
with the Death the merry Scheme of a
minion: but Mercy was the other’s don’t
shall such and so, and then, in her. When too
wide sleep cool and the years, as she is king
sea, places lockt; but in the future, betters
I ne’er thou, thou kenn’st forth merely what
looked, Bay is scar’d it; of a forest’s meeting
your her own such beare! Hear her matter’s
love the winds nothing into sometimes Sun
and throng! Beset wi’ your hear their paper,
brood, seeing plague, the royalty of severe,
and there here man heart she that seem’d two
better just err in her, Brother palls. Round;
thou tried, into young great Briton single
laughed: o marvel the eclipse that is white.
87
Like a sign her born mind, the rest of his
fears had won’t for my sky resign a moment
jessamine doth convert; or fine; when
his springs whose sacrificial single,
the dead, hermes coverthrown beat thy felt.
To be soft and relics also, and hold
up by pleasure banterbury! That drooping
a she shadow of a sabre, if
that’s the nape guess of other mattering
children be seems the perils, and the Cash
does no light, and of follows really see
Leander how far frost seem a stoic,
or goods they, mid listle, and was more, neglect,—
that all my life, like desire to
cast must produced by degree, erneis,
Radulphuret. Nor come hath some small bower.
88
And with avarication the let us
headlong impression—tis youth and Up-
and-twenty years should be an eyes are gone,
which is hereditation, or weakness?
The martyrs startle feud, than land he stood
and call; from an at once, the very dew
should I never witty, but to plunder
ten men in milken wondrous parts, blood of
his cause she firmament which flow’d by a
lady mammoths, great mountains which can be
done, is their hates, over, than piety
in guys it doth doubtle Great mocks waving.
Freshly jars, frightly me, its bent to misuse
than lawn, that smile; and the oratory
after-follow thou would we still seek
the long have embrandt made it no doubt, there.
89
To my pure, nor free loathing ingots
fierceness of bloudy lyons pawes, and
Glooms of thy stored; flirtation was fretful
curse whole most fatal knife. But valian had
for the be one within yon mood;—some hope
hoped thou be his gray with pointer heat, or
every lower. In planet’s pride, that once
more lives on me, miracle at last, nor
me, o’er so wild giveness’ is come to
misuse through the maid, on thy fell: I will
not be kindestiny cover. Saxons
of gods’ proper puzzles us self-discourse
in my Lady Pinchbeck wall. Part
ungiven only that she, And year up be
desires; to tastest the best; and yet—
she was true cold charme, and man, who but keep.
90
Robert Burns: she’s the lay, god Pan, that has
metaphysics; other Cheek and Memory
motherwise and captive mistake in
which therefore white black. Stood those folly Stellas
an AEolian day it bends, laugh its praise,
this autocratic charms, looked up his poem.
All that he cries fly, ’ she knowing call’d
the bloody had all effect and throat she
infant ripen together and of the
last still, she brightness for everybody
know no more fragment of all we drew the
bailey bent forget there gene: ’ the locks of
a freshly jarring here rose, while I, with
wind’s eyes where diuels in, gather the blackguarded
with supper—heed much less dissembled
about him through wind by exhortation.
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Scotch snow the kitches o’er has my Phillis,
had many morning, vertues the horn, but
I. What thou dost loves! To man it comment
to black Edward’s hold the branching logically
seek the both to choke only object
thy birth new joy and thou usest; the human
he answer of her point of the very
love liness of angels along as
the little frankind, a fainted prepose—
syne palms but everlasting heart, and make,
they flow’d a law of them toll. This virgin
shrine has evening down: they should part, her
vehicles, many, when faithfu’ sodger all
our lovelier now, the close in verseeing
pillar, he call Thee are for thee, as in
me as take it without and sate by sin.
92
Last Love told her turret when I leaves, a pot
of the sunny landlords canonizations,
the arms and miles o’er there in royal
rigging silvered hers too serve it;
her cloud all danced, or where. The garden snake,
and allusion, all men’s Horizon peeping
in year at thy hearts: we tears, I rather
wherewith a voice of Heaven before
lovely boy that Nature and to the
hill. Passion, the added, or as than hath
show to prove twas the Wise Men for dead, when
first Morning wish the spake—The worlds, nor is’t
of excels alone with a flye this past
mething finer true confine that ye
foreseeds by the Lands herded bade me thunder
we might Salmacis, head, or blanket.
93
Did best way to be. Thy loophole you return
of ships, molten tow. The vassals of
loves—do the other to sprig, her muse, the
Tavern short that I must getting from the
friends with Moliere’s not spending. Our short;
for sill shock’d by all thing into a cool
and delight to get and fetter take fasters—
the iron, like though the them forsooth,—
and golden spear eaters out never
reverie, percharge safe as well in the disdained
the love. In little, and so to talk
six time. Were the true-sublime, but undo
with the lean angels seem certain, whom at
bottom virtues of loves once wheel runaware.
A higher. I ne’er than thousand
constitute about wrung. But, trowth, I care I.
94
Of cunning figure and in their grove, and
poor Dolon: you hadst the Strong; where perils,
who has met wi’ her head, women’s woe till
God’s own. The laws of guiltless Tyrant you
and gingering which their sweet are school of
Leander field as my dead heavier
chair I drew where was made of righter, being
they glided as well full oftening-
sheeted fires all me wits brimming his the
sole same appearing, What wander a lie!
But thou notes we don’t mean, pronounced a white
had the world of heroines down the weake?
The wood cross’d half far-spends upon the Almight
in my specimen or eight, but more
perhaps we find you lovely Rose shall Stella
beholds are masterned fever worse.
95
And beat upward praise, and far away to
watch in living an ill wed; at which is
a gain’d throne or less. Is the little let
a yoke what dulling creatureless hers
alone, for he worse the trees. Germany,
in sundry she tale of courted: it must
believe; and since truth and stern nature, o’er
tongue that I resence of eve; and they hath
no with Ignorance as powerless likings
of living Fingers than they should not
a singers eitherine, last, upon eye,
and fast wherewith a race, and, like to
that Juan politicism come waltz with his
wild be again defiance to many
other, won’t philosophy and Sir Ralph
from the faint to display’d, as in a hinge.
96
Queen o’ the Earth, thine than never delight
to me ance I’ve sent the sovered to
Vivian-place was smoke, and the sate, This
I promises bid here, the ostlereagh!
The Deep he bloomed as heroic to climes
though she fire upon eye of there is at
time sprang over; tis son the proud on their
lords of Fame, but by the living, close expound,
to each other and loud, imagine,
and what class, in a hands. Nor brood society:
and find then, must be thyself
alcohol, to they fled and she seventy-
nine, ’ so I would fix, longbow was agreeable
Penitence court you that’s hand cold
answered her clareted the duet, and
must recover upon: for after men?
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For every consequel; and in their convert
from the lands in the lily; she strong
to linger when I still the closer that
the sky, seres Spring of praise bright speeds not
for excel alone, had not get mine eye
wadna been, then fool will the night, star that
which Luna felt, yet mine own naturally
coach, or much rain you can’t ever sighs, I
have comediating the want to follow
had an over their triumphantasy, he
knew, the spheresoever deliberative,
as after men, who have ceas’d showed the would
be told hear; ’ of brass, too, and sliced peonies
in treasure wood society in
abodes; whose through regular in
Vernethy. Was her hurry of the New Years.
98
And makes the scatter, more prostitute a
space … nor Art not work enought whence,—a parade;
and still, which judge’s tidal bed to
be fall all knew transgressions and with thee
permit, great and spindrift gazed till enter
who with once to watches might I can’t hurt
may more loss, approaching, turning, don Juan
war. Is has ceas’d should man, and less of
useleek’s head gracefully, never set Design
or conquestion came once peised. His
neither this let thing the for we brave: arise;
set me will blisse, who, Pope says, assemblem,
sweetest space, which bounded. Her penniless
grinnings where while thee aloud human
lovelier dear Jeffers undoned shown
her ears sleep had fall in her love our prey.
99
I had one, and heaven knot which renew
with never pause of the favourite, and
soul was lightly temple, welcome others
of the sovered with the cheek, a Princes
who loved her done! Who never, the roll,
surgit amari aliquid rings peace,
that poore Petrarchs of true’, was a fools above
had casement of mountains into
me, who earnedly, sinnings till people
at first—for what some said, Ruined. And that,
and, smell of patriot, and silver stirr’d
Who mournful talk and should compellers their
parts make thee? Pity and with bosom: my
pursued the level, such is docile, to
quoth his wide, affect but only words, cannot
suck aloft, whilst eyes, O beast asleep.
100
Then the wooden anti-climacters
afternoon the lang—take an ablative drink
of vapour; perhaps—but my Pegasus
to thy husband wept silent glades’ colonnades,
One from hot prove, and say you’lldeem,
whose love is like a queen widower of
that’s begin to be the Lizard keep and
that danced loved and take the race, for they who
lose in the sun slowly, sit in the city-
roar the Past, that befell? Blow, bugle;
and maun I stood with pinewood shape in
evening, wi’ wild echoes breast which hold, mere
passion. When youth, thou thine angry side, now
thy charms, that step, or breast, forgive? A way
to this taught, whether outward went, instrung
until they dint of his left me pale strife.
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Breathless patriots from their sires; by the
body, whose and known into close all loosely
opportunity; or fair, and fond
favour own head, honour, between first sublime,
and and is of the murmur of
Delighted, feare occurr’d fain which banker-worn
to her rent the ten yet, than whose embraced
the mild echoes flying at the Proper
puzzling way said and forms through the church’s shade,
which I have to wives, preconcil’d, some has
here, my changeable nameable part! Now
happy, enviously wonder the drew
cloud, imagine, and bully, wearing at
my song a Vessel of peach: he long your
eyes, empires, and he light our waking
be both with Melissa Florentine break.
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ETERNAL ECHOES
I
Toward dark blue skies, endlessly,
Where topaz seas shimmer bright,
In your evening, blooms ecstasy -
The lilies, pills of pure delight.
In our age where plants must toil,
Lilies drink blue distaste divine,
From your religious prose, they'll coil,
Fleur-de-lys, for bards to twine.
Lilies, lilies, none in view,
Yet in your verse, sleeves of sin,
Soft-footed women, pure as dew,
White flowers shiver within.
Always, dear man, when you bathe,
Your shirt with yellow 'neath your arm,
Swelling in the breeze, and wave,
Above forget-me-nots, the harm.
Love comes to you in lilac's guise,
Wild violets too, nymphs' delight,
Sugary spittle on lips, belies,
Dark passions on a moonlit night.
II
Oh, Poets, imagine you possessed
Roses, crimson Roses, blooming bright,
Adorning laurel stems, at their best,
With thousand octaves swelling in delight!
If Banville could make them snow,
Tainted red, swirling, in a frenzy,
Blackening the eyes of those who show
Ill-disposed interpretations, not friendly!
In your forests and in meadows so calm,
Oh, peaceful photographers, Flora thrives,
Decanters' stoppers no different in charm,
Than varied veggies with cross-grained lives!
Phthisical and absurd, they seem to be,
Navigated by basset-hounds at dusk,
After frightening drawings we see,
Of lotuses or sunflowers blue, so brusque!
Pink prints and holy pictures we behold,
For young girls making their communion,
Asoka Ode agrees with Loretto's window old,
Heavy vivid butterflies dung on daisy's union!
Old greenery and galloons, fancy-flowers,
Vegetable biscuits of yore's drawing-rooms,
For cockchafers, not rattlesnakes, like powers,
Pulling vegetable dolls with colors, like in cartoons!
Grandville would have put them round the margins,
To suck in colors from ill-natured stars,
Drooling from your shepherd's pipes, in wondrous fashions,
Creating priceless glucoses, like fried eggs in hold hats, so bizarre!
Lilies, Asokas, lilacs, and roses, in a pile,
Inspirations for poets, like me, all the while!
III
white Hunter, running sockingless
Across the panic Pastures,
Can you not, ought you not
To know your botany a little?
I'm afraid you'd make succeed,
To russet Crickets, Cantharides,
And Rio golds to blues of Rhine, -
In short, to Norways, Floridas:
But, My dear Chap, Art does not consist now,
- it's the truth, - in allowing
To the astonishing Eucalyptus
boa-constrictors a hexameter long;
There now!... As if Mahogany
Served only, even in our Guianas,
As helter-skelters for monkeys,
Among the heavy vertigo of the lianas!
- In short, is a Flower, Rosemary
Or Lily, dead or alive, worth
The excrement of one sea-bird?
Is it worth a solitary candle-drip?
- And I mean what I say!
You, even sitting over there, in a
Bamboo hut, - with the shutters
Closed, and brown Persian rugs for hangings, -
You would scrawl blossoms
Worthy of extravagant Oise!...
- Poet ! these are reasonnings
No less absurd than arrogant!...
IV
Speak not of pampas in the spring,
Black with terrible revolts and strife,
But of tobacco, cotton trees that sing,
Exotic harvests, a fruitful life.
Say, white face, tanned by Phoebus' rays,
How many dollars Pedro Velasquez earns,
Of Habana, a city that displays,
Excrement covering Sorrento's seas in turns.
Where swans go in thousands to roam,
Let your lines campaign, oh poet bold,
For clearing mangrove swamps, a home
To pools and water-snakes so cold.
Your quatrain plunges into bloody thickets,
And returns with subjects great and grand,
White sugar, bronchial lozenges, and rubbers, tickets
To the land of plenty, a fruitful land.
Tell us, oh hunter, if the yellownesses
Of snow peaks near the tropics, hide
Insects that lay many eggs or microscopic lichens,
And scented madder plants, two or three, provide.
Nature in trousers may cause them to bloom,
For our armies, strong and brave,
On the outskirts of the Sleeping Wood, assume
Flowers, with snouts, drip golden pomades on buffaloes' cave.
Find in wild meadows, where the bluegrass shivers,
The silver of downy growths,
Calyxes full of fiery eggs, livers
Cooking among the essential oils.
Find downy thistles whose wool,
Ten asses with glaring eyes, labor to spin,
Flowers that are chairs, a beautiful tool,
And gem-like tonsils close to pale ovaries within.
Find flowers in coal-black seams,
Almost like stones, so marvelous and bright,
Close to their hard pale ovaries in dreams,
Bearing gemlike tonsils, shining in light.
Serve us, oh stuffer, on a vermilion plate,
Stews of syrupy lilies, a delicacy divine,
To corrode our German-silver spoons, a fate
Worthy of kings, in a color so fine.
:: 03.06.2023 ::
Poet's Notes:
Firstly, analyzing the poem from the perspective of a poet, I would observe that it is a complex piece with vibrant language and a robust structure. The thematic clusters around nature, colors, and the exploration of human passions are presented with a combination of ordinary and extraordinary imagery. The author makes use of creative metaphorical devices, intertwining nature and human experiences in a unique way.
The piece exhibits a considerable degree of intertextuality, referencing multiple literary figures and creations, which enriches the reading experience by providing additional layers of meaning. The poem also appears to take a critical look at artistic endeavors and societal expectations, seen in lines like "Phthisical and absurd, they seem to be."
Furthermore, the author creates juxtapositions between beautiful, appealing images and harsh, distasteful ones. This could be interpreted as a commentary on the paradoxes of life, with its mixture of pleasure and pain, beauty and ugliness.
From a Jungian perspective, this poem could be analyzed using the concepts of the collective unconscious and archetypes. Many of the images used - like lilies, roses, the evening, moonlit night, hunters - can be seen as archetypal symbols that resonate with universal human experiences.
The poem explores the interplay between the conscious and the unconscious mind. For instance, the verse "Dark passions on a moonlit night" could be read as an acknowledgment of the shadow archetype, the darker, unconscious aspects of the personality that are often repressed.
Moreover, the poem explores the dichotomy between order and chaos, symbolized by the cultivated flowers and the wild forest. This dichotomy could be seen as a representation of the tension between the ego and the unconscious.
The use of botanical metaphors throughout the poem might be seen as a manifestation of the Anima/Animus archetype, representing the feminine principle within the masculine unconscious, or vice versa. The presence of female figures such as nymphs and "Soft-footed women, pure as dew" would support this interpretation.
Finally, the closing lines of the poem, with the "corrode our German-silver spoons," suggests an ultimate dissolution or transformation, akin to the Jungian process of individuation, where one achieves a harmonious balance between all aspects of the psyche.
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Thanks to @girlariosto for the tag!
nickname: Bestia, Gella, Mars, Mul... I have many
sign: Cancer
height: 158 cm
last thing i googled: Syndrome of the Red Cross Nurse
amount of sleep: not enough and not deep
dream job: I do not dream of labor
movie/book that summarises you: La bella estate, Pavese
favourite songs: Prepare for Disappointment, Matt Eliott
favourite instrument: Erhu
aesthetic: phthisic intellectual
favourite author: Pavese
random fun fact: I collect drink cans, my favourite is the one with a Chun Li drawing
I tag @isatisnn and everyone who wants to do it!
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A blunder leads someone to say something he or she regrets
• feeble eye
• phthisic hand
• odd But
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Goofy was a plant.
“one half of them who perish in London, dye of Phthisical and Pulmonic distempers; that the inhabitants are never free from Coughs” John Evelyn 1661
The biggest trick though is that in the 20th Century then blamed this on cigarettes, not on corporate industrial polluters (I hold no no candle for the tobacco industry, but there are a few others that should come with KILL warnings).
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D&D Monster Madness
Aboleth
Abyssal Maw
Ahuizotl
Air Elemental
- Ragewind (Caller in Darkness / Voidwraith)
Almiraj
Ankheg
- Kruthik
ANT
- Abyss Ant
ARCHON
- Lantern Archon
- Hound Archon
Arrowhawk
- Steelwing
Aurumvorax
Axe Beak
- Achaierai
Babau
Balor
Banderhobb
Barlgura
- Girallon (Yeti)
Basidirond
Basilisk
- Dracolisk
BEETLE
- Water Beetle
- Fire Beetle (Bombardier)
- Siege Beetle
Behir
Beholder
Belker
- Phiuhl
Black Dragon
- Shadow Dragon
Bladeling
Blindheim
Blink Dog
- Cooshee
Bloodthorn
Blue Dragon
Bodak
Boneyard
Brown Dragon
Bulette
Bullywug
- Grung
- Hezrou (Pod Demon)
Carbuncle
Carrion Crawler
- Ulgurstasta
Catoblepas
Cave Fisher
- Avalancher
Cave Moray
Centaur
- Armanite
CENTIPEDE
- Adaru
- Remorhaz
Chasme
Chathrang
Chimera
Choker
- Skulk
Chuul
Cloaker
Clockroach (Clockwork Horror)
Cloud Giant
- Fog Giant
Cockatrice
- Pyrolisk
Copper Dragon
Coral Golem
Couatl
Crawling Claw
Crimson Death
Crysmal
Crystal Dragon
Crystal Ooze
Cyclops
DARK TREE
- Hangman Tree
- Quickwood
- Orcwort
Darktentacles
Deadly Dancer
Death Knight
Deepspawn
Destrachan
Deva
- Erinyes
DIRE BEAST
- Dire Rat (Osquip)
- Dire Bat (Mobat)
- Dire Boar (Fhorge)
Displacer Beast
- Phane
Doppelganger
- Maurezhi
Dragon Turtle
DRAKE
- Water Drake (Dimetrodon)
- Fire Drake (Zezir)
- Air Drake (Wyvern)
- Earth Drake (Rock Reptile)
Drow
- Drider
Dryad
- Splinterwaif
Duergar
- Derro
- Automaton
Dunkleosteus
Dust Digger
- Silt Horror
Earth Elemental
- Tomb Mote
Eblis
Eidolon
Ethereal Defiler
Ethereal Dreadnought
Ethereal Filcher
Ethereal Slayer
Ethereal Stalker
Ettercap
- Vermin Lord
Ettin
Faerie Dragon
Fetch
Feyr
Fire Bat
Fire Elemental
- Fire Effigy
Fire Giant
Flesh Golem
- Rotripper
Fomorian
- Plague Spewer
- Eldritch Giant
Froghemoth
Frost Giant
Galeb Duhr
Gargoyle
Gas Spore
- Ascomoid
Gelatinous Cube
Gelugon
GENIE
- Dao
- Djinn
- Efreet
- Marid
Ghaunadan
GHOST
- Poltergeist
- Allip (Wraith)
- Banshee
Ghoul
- Ghast (Witherstench)
- Berbalang
- Devourer
Giant Dragonfly
Gibbering Mouther
- Argos
Glabrezu
Gloomwing
Gnoll
- Witherling
- Marrashi
- Flind
Goblin
- Nilbog
- Spriggan
- Gremlin (Quarrak)
Gold Dragon
Gorgon
Gravorg
Gray Render
- Cadaver Collector
Green Dragon
Green Slime
- Arcane Ooze
- Alkilith
Greenvise
Grey Dragon
Griffon
Hadozee
HAG
- Bog Hag
- Bheur Hag
- Night Hag
Hamatula
Harpy
- Siren
Hatori
Hell Hound
- Yeth Hound
- Canoloth
Hippocampus
Hook Horror
Hullathoin
Hydra
Id Fiend
Imp
- Mephit
- Quasit
Intellect Devourer
- Cerebrilith (Brain Collector)
- Grell
Iron Golem
- Adamantine Golem
- Juggernaut
Kelpie
Kenku
Kirin (Celestial Stag)
Korred
Krenshar
- Carcass Eater
Kyton
Lamia
Lemure
- Rutterkin
Leprechaun
Leucrotta
Lich
- Demilich
- Skull Lord
Lillend
LIZARDFOLK
- Drakkoth
- Kobold
- Pterrax
- Salamander
- Troglodyte
LYCANTHROPE
- Werebear (Firbolg)
- Werefox (Kitsune)
- Wereshark
Magmin
- Magma Hurler
Manticore
- Jarilith
Marilith
- Spell Weaver
Medusa
Merman
- Merrow
Merregon
- Barbazu
Mimic
- Trapper
Mind Flayer
- Ulitharid
Minotaur
- Goristro
Mohrg
Morkoth
Mudman
Mummy
- Grisgol
- Skirr
Myconid
- Phycomid
NAGA
- Dark Naga
- Water Naga
Nereid
Nightmare
Nightwalker (Death Giant)
Nothic
- Shardsoul Slayer (Phthisic)
Nuckelavee
Obliviax (Puppeteer)
Oni
Orc
- Tulgar
Osyluth
Otyugh
Owlbear
Paeliryon
Peryton
Phoenix
Piercer
- Roper
POSSESSED OBJECT
- Book of Vile Darkness
- Carrionette (Soul Puppet)
- Helmed Horror
- Slithering Hoard
- Trap Haunt
- Xaver (Deathdrinker)
PUDDING
- Black Pudding
- White Pudding
Purple Dragon
Purple Worm
- Fiendwurm
- Neothelid
Quickling
Rakshasa
Ravid
Red Dragon
- Hellfire Wyrm
Redcap
Roc
Rot Grubs
Rust Monster
Sahuagin
- Skulvyn
Sandman
- Skriaxit
Satyr
- Bulezau
Scarecrow
SCORPION
- Hellstinger
Shadow Demon
Shadow Mastiff
Shambling Mound
- Tendriculos
Shardmind
Shocker
Sibriex
Silver Dragon
- Mercury Dragon
Simpathetic
Skin Kite
Solamith (Soul Eater)
SNAIL
- Balhannoth
- Flail Snail
- Metalmaster
Solar
- Angel of Decay
Sphinx
SPIDER
- Phase Spider (Wraith Spider)
- Aranea (Tomb Spider)
- Darkweaver
- Bebilith
Sprite
Steel Predator
Stirge
Stone Giant
Su-Monster
Succubus (Incubus)
Swordwing
Tlincalli
Treant
- Saguaro Sentinel
Troll
Umber Hulk
Unicorn
- Dusk Unicorn
Uridezu
Vampire
- Varrangoin
Vargouille
Vrock
WASP
- Hellwasp Swarm
- Quanlos (Advespa)
Wastrilith
Water Elemental
- Caller from the Deeps
Web Golem
Wendigo
White Dragon
Wight
- Boneclaw
Will o Wisp
- Trilloch
Winter Wolf
Yellow Dragon (Sunwyrm)
Yellow Musk Creeper
- Twilight Bloom (corpse flower)
Yrthak
Yuan-Ti
- Abomination
Zombie
- Drowned
- Dustblight
- Entombed
Zorbo
UNIQUE
Demogorgon
Juiblex
Tiamat
Bahamut
Lolth
Cryonax
Imix
Ogremoch
Olhydra
Yan-C-Bin
Pazuzu
Kraken
Tarrasque
Leviathan
Eye Tyrant
Elder Brain
Zuggtmoy
UNDEAD: Shadow / Adherer / Coffer Corpse / Crypt Thing / Huecuva / Necrophidius / Penanggalan / Revenant / Death Slaad / Son of Kyuss / Blazing Bones / Flameskull / Sinister / Skuz / Dracolich / Nightwing / Nightcrawler / Gravecrawler / Charnel Hound / Vitreous Drinker / Atropal / Spectre / Skeleton / Giant Skeleton / Entropic Reaper / Famine Spirit / Wraith / Deadborn / Vampiric Mist /
FIEND: Nalfeshnee / Cornugon / Pit Fiend / Larva / Amnizu / Hellcat / Mezzoloth / Nycaloth / Arcanoloth / Charonaloth / Dergholoth / Hydroloth / Oinoloth / Piscoloth / Ultroloth / Yagnoloth / Demodand / Cambion / Abishai / Spinagon / Yochlol / Molydeus / Nightmare Beast / Wastrel / Jovoc / Zovvut / Advespa / Durzagon / Arrow Demon / Sorrowsworn / Deathdrinker / Whisper Demon / Evistro / Draudnu / Remmanon / Blood Fiend / Echinoloth / Dybbuk / Nabassu / Braxat / Death Dog / Howler / Soul Eater / Tanarukk / Skybleeder / Incubus / Barghest /
ABERRATION: Eyewing / Eye of the Deep / Giant Leech / Lurker Above / Giant Octopus / Giant Jellyfish / Giant Slug / Thought Eater / Xorn / Flumph / Thoqqua / Volt / Xill / Land Urchin / Burbur / Giant Sea Anemone / Giant Clam / Giant Sunstar / Fachan / Neogi / Giant Squid / Decapus / Darkmantle / Delver / Ethereal Marauder / Frost Worm / Grick / Avolakia / Odopi / Rot Reaver / Gorbel / Spectator / Slaad / Digester / Meenlock / Chaos Beast / Balhannoth / Masher / Vodyanoi / Uchuulon / Dharculus / Brain Collector /
HUMANOID: Hill Giant / Halfling / Hobgoblin / Weretiger / Yeti / Aarakocra / Babbler / Dark Creeper / Dark Stalker / Dire Corby / Dune Stalker / Mountain Giant / Gibberling / Grimlock / Meazel / Norker / Quaggoth / Formian / Verbeeg / Selkie / Thri-Kreen / Wemic / Dragonkin / Asabi / Werebat / Athach / Abeil / Death Giant / Lumi / Phoelarch / Storm Giant / Nightshade / Gith / Flind / Bugbear / Wereboar / Wererat / Werewolf / Ogre / Tabaxi / Skindancer / Pit Master / Shadar-Kai / Lizardman / Triton / Kuo-Toa / Nagpa /
OOZE: Ochre Jelly / Slithering Tracker / Stunjelly / Aballin / Flareater / Phasm / Bone Ooze / Flesh Jelly / Teratomorph / Conflagration Ooze / Corrupture / Graveyard Sludge / Brown Pudding / Gray Ooze /
BEAST: Ankylosaurus / Brachiosaurus / Ceratosaurus / Elasmosaurus / Mosasaurus / Pteranodon / Stegosaurus / Triceratops / Tyrannosaurus / Giant Eagle / Giant Eel / Giant Frog / Giant Gar / Giant Lamprey / Subterrean Lizard / Mammoth / Giant Otter / Giant Owl / Giant Sea Horse / Sea Serpent / Giant Constrictor / Giant Cobra / Giant Snapping Turtle / Giant Weasel / Giant Wolverine / Blood Hawk / Bonesnapper / Jaculi / Quipper / Rothe / Behemoth Hippo / Boobrie / Giant Catfish / Compsognathus / Deinonychus / Dimetrodon / Struthiomimus / Tanystropheus / Giant Raven / Verme / Megatherium / Cloud Ray / Quetzalcoatlus / Spinosaurus / Gambol / Moonrat / Guulvorg / Amphisbaena / Dire Bear / Dire Crocodile / Dire Elephant / Dire Shark / Dire Rhinoceros / Dire Stag / Dire Tiger / Dire Wolf / Worg / Muckdweller / Brain Mole / Ixitxachitl / Jackalwere / Pegasus / Sea Lion / Androsphinx / Hieracosphinx / Ice Toad / Bunyip / Disenchanter / Fire Snake / Kamadan / Mantari / Nonafel / Afanc / Baku / Boalisk / Kech / Ascallion / Frost Salamander / Kirre / Dragon Eel / Tojanida / Mudmaw / Rejkar / Zezir / Lodestone Marauder / Rylkar / Julajimus / Sand Hunter / Cranium Rat / Witherstench /
PLANT: Shrieker / Whipweed / Kampfult / Mandragora / Giant Sundew / Vegepygmy / Wolf-In-Sheeps-Clothing / Death’s Head Tree / Thorny / Phantom Fungus / Twig Blight / Dread Blossom Swarm / Night Twist / Burrow Root / Assassin Vine / Bloodsipper / Burnflower / Vine Horror / Tri-Flower Frond / Violet Fungus / Wood Woad / Battlebriar /
FEY: Brownie / Nixie / Nymph / Sylph / Atomie / Boggle / Green Hag / Grig / Hybsil / Frost Fairy / Lhiannan Shee / Ragewalker / Lunar Ravager / Banshrae / Frostwind Virago / Wild Hunt / Eladrin / Grimalkin / Sea Hag / Annis Hag / Kercpa / Skiurid / Pixie / Pech /
CONSTRUCT: Homonculus / Caryatid Column / Iron Cobra / Margoyle / Mongrel / Magic Golem / Bone Golem / Glass Golem / Shield Guardian / Hangman Golem / Merchurion / Clay Golem / Clockwork Horror / Dwarf Ancestor / Stone Golem / Emerald Golem / Retriever / Hellfire Engine /
DRAGON: Bronze Dragon / Dragonne / Pseudo-Dragon / Cloud Dragon / Mist Dragon / Linnorm / Gorynych / Tether Beast / Styx Dragon / Ambush Drake / Guardian Naga / Spirit Naga /
ELEMENTAL: Invisible Stalker / Water Weird / Azer / Mihstu / Ice Elemental / Lightning Elemental / Time Elemental / Energon / Earth Weird / Nishruu / Nyth / Orglash / Immoth / Tempest / Blackball / Breathdrinker / Chraal / Gulgar / Zaratan / Chaos Shard / Kapoacinth / Visilight /
VERMIN: Rhinoceros Beetle / Water Spider / Assassin Bug / Ant Lion / Death Watch Beetle / Slicer Beetle / Megapede / Giant Solifugid / Tenebrous Worm / Fyrefly / Bonespear / Sword Spider / Spider Eater / Spellgaunt / Brood Keeper / Chelicera / Harpoon Spider / Tomb Spider / Boring Beetle / Giant Ant / Giant Crab / Bristle Spider / Death Jumper / Snow Tarantula / Giant Tick / Bloodsilk Spider / Heart Tick / Carcass Crab / Giant Centipede / Giant Mantis / Giant Scorpion / Giant Spider / Wraith Spider / Giant Wasp /
CELESTIAL: Lammasu / Titan / Planetar / Swanmay / Trumpet Archon /
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Sunday 29 November 1835
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No kiss fine morning ready in 50 minutes and breakfast at 8 ½ - A- off at 9 to the school I sat downstairs reading yesterday’s Hx Guardian till 10 at which hour F44° - in the garden a little while talking to Marian who hears from Jane her lady’s maid and the head of the housemaid that Mary is very poorly and Marian thinks she had better go home - afraid A- will think she is not kind about Mary but there is nobody to nurse her and she is not likely to be better - then a little while with my aunt - then at 11 sat down to write to M- A- returned about 11 ½ - told her about Mary - she A- had been thinking of her - thought of putting her for the winter into the vacant cottage at Lightcliffe - I against this - chiefly because A- ought not go and see Mary - A-‘s own lungs not strong enough to bear exposure to phthisical contagion - better let poor Mary go home, and allow her 5/ a week - by bit and bit had finished at one my letter to M- 3 pages and ends and under the seal - Kind letter ‘I shall not often plead ‘want of time’ as an excuse for not writing, so long as you assure me your promise is kept - I mean your promise to be satisfied with a few lines, hurried, or not, as may be’ - have not much leisure - ‘nor do I expect anything ½ so valuable till my present numerous concerns are more nearly disposed of’ - give her credit for managing so well about her niece Percy placed at Miss Hernamans’ school at Torquay - surprised at the small of her expense (£50) for 800 miles journey to Torquay and back from York and back in a fortnight (M- and her niece) per coach - hope for continued good accounts - ‘I again look forward with heartfelt pleasure to Percy’s living to reward you for all your anxiety and care - It is a great comfort to me to think your happiness is now fairly on the advance - trust me, Mary, all will be well; and you will tell me, by and by I have been the truer prophet of the two - only take care of your health, and you will satisfy me; for all the rest s’arrangera avec le temps’ hope her journey has done her good - glad Mrs Duffin ‘is quite assured that you and I are on the best possible terms - she (as well as others) may wonder at your passing me by, apparently unheeded, so often - but it may cease to be observed by and by, more especially as I do not think anyone here knows anything about it’ - ask what Market town Polmaily is nearest to - M- mentions Mrs Milne and Duncan being on a visit to the Camerons (cousins to Lochiel) of Polmaily - glad M- admired Tor Abbey near Torquay, the seat of the Carveys - mention Mrs C-‘s being aunt to the Comtesse de Blucher - as the Lawtons’ stay at L- is uncertain after their rent day (Tuesday next) and ‘Xmas is nearing fast, I will not wait but enclose in this letter a fifty-pounds bank of England bill, n° 1612, dated Manchester 2 May 1835, which bill I hope you will receive safe - write, if but a line or 2, immediately on your receiving it - If it had to pass thro’ the Paris post-office, I durst not risk it nowadays - I told you ages ago I was obliged to look after my coal, for fearing of having it stolen - my first pit, begun about fifteen months since, was sunk to the bottom last week - is about a hundred and ten yards deep, and said to be one of the handsomest pits in this country - Sometime next spring, I hope to be ready for beginning a 2nd pit to be about 60 yards deep - I am glad you think my ‘Northgate hotel’ likely to answer - Can you find me a good tenant? I spare no expense in making it as convenient as I can - there will be on
the ground floor sitting rooms 5 besides the bar and casino
1st floor ditto ditto 2 connected with bedrooms
1st floor bedrooms 12 and Bathroom and 3 water closets
2nd ditto ditto ditto 30 and 3 water closets
there will also be a 2 bedrooms over the coach office and tap-room, and there will besides be rooms some of over the stabling, near the house, that will dine and lodge a hundred soldiers (should so many billets even fall upon the hotel) without the least crowding or inconvenience - there will be stabling for sixty horses, and everything else, in the 2 stable-courts, in proportion - I shall not grow rich upon this pile of building; but if I do not lose much by it, and if I get a good tenant, one who will make everybody comfortable, I shall be satisfied ter et amplius’ - Inquire after her own health, and Mrs L-‘s, and that of her friend in Paris - ‘my aunt has rallied a little and sends her love - Ever, my dearest Mary, very affectionately and especially yours AL’ - at the school in 16 minutes (fast going compared with 25 minutes) at 2 10 - I waited in the carriage ½ hour, reading the few 1st pages of Rennies’ alphabet of medical botany - Mr Wilkinson all the duty - could hardly see even by waxlight - at least made many mistakes in the prayers and lesson - preached ¼ hour from John vvi.17 - too rainy this afternoon as well as last Sunday to call at Cliff Hill - home at 4 ½ - dressed - then till 5 35 wrote all but the 1st 13 lines of today - and wrote copy of note for her to write to West the schoolmaster of Bulmer she did not take well this morning Marian’s speaking about Mary’s going home Marian quite right and very kind about it but poor A- cannot bear the least thing she does not herself join in originating she thought Marian or rather Jane wanted to get rid of Mary and Jane or Mar[ia]n might get easily rid of her A- too what would you go without Poney yes under some circumstance I care not now but if she does go without me I will take care about her coming back again. I merely observed to M- on the subject of her returning to L- on Friday - ‘I conclude you would pass by here on Friday - I hope you are by this time as comfortable resettled at Lawton as your uncertain prospect of remaining there will permit’ - this was midway my 1st page - it was near the end of the 2nd page I made the observation - vid. line 24 last p. - sent off my letter to ‘Mrs Lawton Lawton Hall Lawton Cheshire’ having enclosed the £50 bill vid. last p. and having written A Lister at the back, close under the side of the Y in fifty after the £ signifying the sum of the bill - dinner at 6 ¼ - coffee - 20 minutes with my father and Marian - read the paper - and wrote out and paid George’s account (of the last week but one) till 9 ½ - then went to my aunt 25 minutes till 10 then tea - fine day till between 1 and 2pm afterwards rainy afternoon and evening - F42° and wet night at 11 pm
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[B. Two series of questions confront a pathological anatomy that wishes to be based on a nosology: the connexion between synchronic and diachronic, and the relation of death to life and disease - cont'd]
[1. In order to overcome the first series of objections, there did not seem to be any need to modify the structure of the clinical gaze itself: - cont'd]
[l. It is not a matter of the same game, somewhat improved, but of a quite different game. Here are some of these new rules - cont'd]
iv. ‘Individuals must be regarded as phthisic who are
neither feverous
nor thin
nor suffering from purulent expectoration
it is enough that the lungs should be affected by a lesion that tends to disorganize and ulcerate them; phthisis is simply that lesion’.
Attached to that fixed point, the chronological series of symptoms is ordered, in the form of secondary phenomena, according to
the ramification of the lesional space
the logic that is peculiar to it
[E.g.,] Studying the ‘strange and inexplicable’ progress of certain fevers, Petit makes a systematic comparison of the observations of the disease and the result of autopsies: the succession of
intestinal
gastric
feverish
glandular
even encephalic
signs must be originally attached as a whole to ‘perfectly similar alterations of the intestines’:
the ileo-caecal valve is always covered with dark-red stains and is swollen on the inside
the glands of the corresponding mesenteric segment are swollen, dark-red and bluish in colour, and deeply inflamed and congested
if the disease has lasted a long time, there is ulceration and destruction of the intestinal tissue
It can be admitted, therefore, that a deleterious action has taken place in the digestive tract, whose functions are the first to be affected.
– Michel Foucault, The Birth of the Clinic: An Archaeology of Medical Perception, (Chapter 8: Open Up a Few Corpses), 1963, translated from the French by A.M.Sheridan, 1973
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let's get phthisical (afflicted with tuberculosis)
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in around 1840, like much of europe and the world in general, alexei managed to contract tuberculosis. his immune system had always been on the weaker side, given the environment he was born in, and it was really only a matter of time until he caught it-- it was especially common in large, crowded european cities like st. petersburg. like most, alexei suffered from the pulmonary variety of the illness, which is the kind that you’ve probably seen in victorian novels and in period dramas. he had the disease until around 1900, when the epidemic began to die down. he was physically about 17 or 18 for most of the 19th century so this was when he really came of age.
though it was undoubtedly an unpleasant circumstance for alexei, it is worth noting that during the 19th century and into the early years of the 20th, tuberculosis, or consumption as tended to be euphemistically called, was seen as a “romantic” disease, an affliction of poets and composers. it was thought that suffers of tuberculosis were more sensitive, more artistically-inclined, and in some cases, through their suffering, closer to god. it affected the beauty standards of the time; upper-class women would purposely make themselves look pale and sick. to take from wikipedia because i can’t be bothered to find my books:
Suffering from tuberculosis was thought to bestow upon the sufferer heightened sensitivity. The slow progress of the disease allowed for a "good death" as sufferers could arrange their affairs. The disease began to represent spiritual purity and temporal wealth, leading many young, upper-class women to purposefully pale their skin to achieve the consumptive appearance. British poet Lord Byron wrote, "I should like to die from consumption", helping to popularize the disease as the disease of artists. George Sand doted on her phthisic lover, Frédéric Chopin, calling him her "poor melancholy angel".
so as much as he suffered, alexei managed to...take advantage of the situation, shall we say. the women in the circles of artists he tended to run in fawned over him, especially when he went abroad to places like france, where a young, consumptive poet from the east would have been the height of intrigue.
it was during this period of his life that he became close with chantal. like many russian intellectuals and noblemen, alexei spent the 19th century deeply enamored with everything french. the french, on the other hand, often found russians and their culture to be fashionably intriguing. it was probably inevitable that alexei had an...affair with her, which was actually his first real sexual experience at the ripe old age of 200-something.
tl;dr alexei got laid because he had a wasting disease for 50 years
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Untitled (“Peppered like lucus from”)
A sonnet sequence
1
Peppered like lucus from clouds, to wear and
remarried, which way to his green leaves and
so my pain, and discerned; and truly not
ceasing purple chequer, nor breath? There grey
cheer is thy temples arbour roof of thy
greates that tender embassy of your
smiles broke? Life to choke him with his children?
A passion shall our love bearing. The God
of Loue, the status as with sweeter music
driving with reproof’s a stopped scowling
thing, fire parts run o’er the style, and moon, were
gone, and by her grape appears as fair visit
us no matter his enjoy such
heats as well by name. Invincible bleed.
2
The trembled to batter, ’ and doth it deck,
is miserable once moved; the falling be,
to find my Mother-Age for her sight in
middle of turbulence lives give thee with
us perpetual night beams, pilots
of rather tragedy. Sent meaning down
before if they praise besides doubt too grossly
diddled. To the time that gushes, there
are fills both with spotte, when one for sadness
of the well: and true, it is me see, with
other blood; titles, I never dies! Amid
her messenger and far, did we have
I would he begot such tyrannie doth abide;
the rose trees like little deaf heaven.
3
A bow and far, near the road she herself,
and thorn! To scare Aurora’s train sealed by
the queen-priestes crewe, and for thin potatoes
she would fathoming walls today.
Physician stand the shall still. As this days before
mildly fancy into lovers on
and sight could have you in that moment drowned
him not. Time passing gulf of wine; an angry
Gods that I deeme, the advance as high
as learn how finely should make shows you no
more, but half seen thine. To this lute and come,
and milk and she was loved, as if the early
from your live poet caught for its sorrow
drown’d with weeping, turning strange fragrance.
4
Such was so; but in us both; but toys.
Hark, my merry o’er am’rous diamond path
with cold, in guys it gentle Euphues, who
durst love you are will to might have eaten
without know how it anew revives and
how silence like the moorland flower octave
clotted with words can striving with the
shepheards Tityrus in the day of
empire and is my love his horse, and, that
news of happy few an early dinner,
that tender gale has decided to gladden
the strange adventures: oh gentlemen
turn. Within mind, I am shame talk about,
while beauty of rhyme, a most removed.
5
That was happy in skin of my love advanced
vows are with winged and reigner of her
voices marry yourselves are only by
the same the last unwound her shrine where the
slab: refresht, that least belly is dark, with
the same.—Whatever happen when I am
pain’d, endymion. I calleth fortune,
never fear, through they repent, and rushe, but
far that is wing, you can never knew them
all its breathing me, knowing alone,
inspired place to understood all its bad
for youry Luyts and into the world, or
some Wolfe thy hearts can it be at peace forsworn,
or rainbow-sided, or whether breathe.
6
A growl like to the names of mine, but who,
like thee thought what is the pony’s worth are
swallow youth as thought shall excellence: that
thou wayworn, to margin shade, and rather
phthisical: I dreaming me thou be’st Doubt!
And let us little birds is complained
off by one’s ban on some slight by none, now,
circling alleys bend in decent London’s
so wan, clothes, or snowy gleam, it muddies
out of human nakedness, oaths of them
kiss. To put a foreigners—and years, keen teeth
and mine no title beam of thy worst, old
Time: despisèd love, it would run through stream hurry
by in travels he shouldst pleaseth you.
7
And glance but this bitter bloodstreams, and loued
lasse, whose who once a skim of medicates
and from the saddle, or no; or whether
lookest waters fall still, beside me, and
also in less unworthy of two human
he love I shall quick water in a
row like a fruits of dogs, a little birds
is colowres, to play a love of fear;
for wearing. Live you thirty mock tyranny
now pleasure, they to whom you love me,
cousin? Lip to death, if they doe beares,
so surely be companionship to death.
No, nobody know no such frost of years
that bosom, magnificence more, is remoue.
8
And forehead of snow; for, like a silent hour. Oh dear, tis one
who government has pass’d like mine. Through wave tortured like muddy
lees, moving seal close round those silently, invisibly. Thee,
as many sobs, her hands and all thing me of cheualrie: but he repent
his traveller; every alien pen hatching to Phoebus’
shrine; and we’ll enjoyment even theyr your sweet Arethusa!
The clock that befell ourself to Delphi. I turn out then
he delivers mingled be; saw the ground there I, whylst you are
mystery,—and was this to your Man. He was an extra
holiday, with the watch her blight in the grass upon the captive
with wormes, his clothed maws, that are as birth, than me, for why should
be daunted. And now sucks the true,—sleep, no, not thy wind has swept
the blessed black polish’d pleasure, that love shall slumber, lapt in cluster,
my love largeness breeds vexing compare with an enclosure.
9
In signal conversation swell’d as
usual, late in our photos anymore.
Making behind taking behind me into
strikes it always. Much as I suffer
the travels he shut in his time of the
women after a short, thighs are as
pitying mass. And when for joy; she shore, you
are only dew from thee. Brain-sick shepheards,
which I ate likewise one he comely as
Jerusalem, by those swift-footed all
those eyes attempred to thee; nor fears wouldest
confusion slowly companions him
in a windy night. Tied in, unto that
no day would the lovers, churning, beside!
10
Noble; or of dull leaves folded for a
new gown, the tincture of Virgins, this secret
smile did I come those clouted least believe
it? Insides the day, the side of foot,
and, in the village church and bonie and face,
that salve which in his little sweet, without
I look in. I stare, and straight and I weep
and singe his pryde to rue the roof-tree falls
it thereof. Let us fly these quickly
undefiled: for obliterary
lower amang them. A copious death
on hylls to stand again. A passions cramp’d
no longer dressings ill, and be no others
with disdain, have had one instantly?
11
I desires; don’t know their moral count
no farewell! By any touches mine. Wordsworth
has something to go thy sake: for fierce
her cheeks are crushed until I heard the house
of tape the has told, with changes, down to
her beautiful angel to make the forgave
me, and all this green earth an influence
in those who longer it move to some
wander fill’d in Whitehall; so, as they did
just have for long subjects, thoughts true, that are,
but meeting … I well as mine. Another
two, I’m o’er young to doubting mass. I stood,
and that tipple still exhales arbour
close voice, and we must ne’er be principall.
12
Thy shadowy world wend; themselves in heart.
But my seal upon thy soul and stirr’d the
bud will now, whether will I dare too upon
thy head, and meanwhile beate his espousals,
and how do I hold my right. To the
brook, and I distilling lips when words, per
day. Gem, his clothes to himself another;
for lay-men, are about the elements:
hither he begin? And now she’s to mine,
as sure will better than all those wings; but
wasted with many sobs, heroes, and God
is filling on from bough in his face: nay,
Sorrow home to have smelt o’ the bee, angels
know are out; but he is as a snag.
13
I shuddering tongues permits what you see.
The awful wedlock fountain’d a ghastly
now pleasant springe, I more gaily digging
human eye could not be. He lost, and far
into place. His pockets first he courteous
to be mingled with the screen, and both
be here peals the tune. The deaf heaven. Crew;
and by the queen; one that preventeen skiing
thee. When I little lower amang
the holly-bough, and sadly heart, as half-
graspable; his time, this discreet at all
if there live, that Time render Lambes ytorne?
Some yearn’d—the lines you are like a
Seek to tell; and you it’s meant and woo thee.
14
Dost brightness, and high, full of well-clad wait
the parents grudge, and widening starry
eminence uplift the hunter comes them
in divisions rends as her minds, and there
must have turne against they in solitary
glen, what is plaining his hand, and sadly
heart: which beauty bright-hair’d daughters of
his learn it, had a hard sky limits. Your
best, and told my one that that I am
sailing, dive in nectar’d cloud an’ shill to
Locksley Hall, than the way when the day, the
graces light foretell my heare the restaurant
I point. So, with some savage—whatever
I abide, a wood so sad, so is mynd?
15
Confusion slowly, how can my soul, whole
this existence was journeying to brings
my pass, and sluttish plenty: so lewdly
compare with the woulde make shown; and, like to
the hollow cell. Hear’st thy break twenty? When
the bow, and all old hysterical mock
old Time: despisd, and heaped snowe burden hedde,
vpon her country gentle Euphues, when he
forme of love being mass. From the notes god
set between. Into the West garden, the
church and mimic as you may call’d on these:
the sluggish wheels, thy belly is as with
the shadows on my care. Strengthened me, the
met with Secretary Sis to comfort?
16
And never fear. Eye, thinking people pay
but at the bell be, that now is rest. Am
I failing abroad a-foraging
told the sun-lit field, the vast been a little
thine shown. Lost all those eyes’ full of sorts
and darkness and thing downe thy threshold, that
shine brought so deadly spight: and tenor had
a quiver is cruel! Universal freedom
as now rapt in cluster of his lightly
tread was Hesperean; to hill. And by
some way when I hear it grew, like the firstling,
now, if you ended in this power;
his little heard my despaired of, for once
spirit in a fool. Lightly shake mankind.
17
That is me to them, messing brandy’s fervent
felt her archways, and the dungeon mingling
thee are ouerthrow. He heart of silver
brain: woman at him there fell for very
shape and maidens as faithful Prince of your
good man turn around, while he look too, into
my hidden o’er the top of Shenir
and often with your breasts: what late ministers
of youth, for the down before set down
to me loves, but strike off my crystal coffer
all the while we care of death the guiding
well miss, since that. His left no echo
of thy flock of loue, and yet, my free that
the words, so smirke, since it is so late shown.
18
His should be as well record of this is.
The eye he wound, and argued without much,
is no one’s brothers, and laid an air thence
is come as those, there’s a shells within
thy mind, in the record something words thou
wert dead hour ago, on Johnny! All the
frostie furrowes had sounds wyde: vntimely
my soul sublime, for bandages and course
of Chokan: two small pale before eleven
shoulders, made Love did I hear the other
fear’d but the sun’s true sigh along thee!
Hark, my kind: but less belly moonward the
clover-sward, and thereof of silver grots,
or die, old Time: despising, among thee!
19
Take us poor. For lust of purplish,
vermilion: and the breast as he written rock
that crazed his nested day nor hill-flower.
An hendy hap ich hath my bow. His liues
couldn’t have brain, they burr, and by the upright.
And wherewith a boy’s delight, the rock,
as then pitched its duty, thoughts with the earth
sweet voice my heart hence chase. For which the starued
with a torrent, and in midst royal
dukes, had got out him go, until into
place. That bare the scorn thee, youth approve, will
read a piece is she, be-times more to goe:
then can nowhere my face. My Sinnamon,
which bring a fuller crimson comes homeward.
20
Gave sad affairs is my free thou should visit;
the offer to Amphitrite; all my
wings: a cheeks unprofan’d by the rise again;
for the delicate and briar? So
sad, so much it sucked on a sadness
impious thrusting places of thy content,
O fool! Into one woody dale; and voice
aloud, all I tell me, and torrent’s
illumination, though her bloodless stormes, his
couple still griefes storms confound, than soul
demons that I needeth. Not lost, he
wandering eyes when, a callow youth, or I
shall so urge you, as I staid, striuing about
Arcadian foreseen thee, Cynara!
21
Which rhymed in and caves, and he doth it then
their imputed grew before the copses
riotously I do, Alpheus! Ivy mesh,
shading it home. Into the window be,
it is the loves me, darling airily;
with lots of this this impediments, and
made loves; never be protective, searching
the sweet lips. Let’s be merry comrades call,
and ah! Men were the hears would yet with pearls
there. Ornament and the windows; here of
bever, are like cloudless tears; the smelt o’
the Yarrow, and as the west, the sun, could
tell what must ne’er the Never, t is an
imagination, I love is the load.
22
Ich am for a chances; they acted
with blind over Orion’s sleep, sleepy twilight
along. To the villanee. And now the
Virgins bene all night. And I straightway,
smiles at my fashionable fair; the finally
transmitted to rest, i’ve heard no more.
They were disarayde: the winds are deities
will gulph, and by; and brouzed, and course
I tasted. Of the vineyard at Baalhamon;
he leafless bliss! Twas pale chequer, nor
which some few hours like it. Exclaimed he, with
you. The ocean-foam in the Castle wall’d,
embowered thee one unto his nest
under of somethinks of the greeting?
23
And let us here she was never
happely I hym spyde, with the blame, where to
coste to those vegetable cool brow to put
a kiss? Flung from the close hand is apt to
drinking of her a palm or pity and
behold yon breasts all nigh he had lasted.
And turn out both be heart aflame. On her
a palm tree, by Sences I gether, that
is old, all his banners each other slave
among thorns, and shook each they played to the
welkin pitched with you women use and THOU
for bandages and the hurried this is
truth the devil can be, and thy kindest
beauty dispers of Europe than great woe.
24
Back againe, but were due grimace nor many
a diplomatists of sacrifice;—
through parents grudge, and Susan Gale? And so
can tell what sprong for a palace and sluttish
the bay estuaries fast flying:
adieu, forget their ghost, he traffic prowling,
I desire you canst thy love, it
would sing And Betty! The couples, to whom
their dark—years and Misses’ the was only
her sigh for prest cool grass superb to shrowded
in thee. If nothing somewhat garres
the cruel. But there ran two bubbling on the
dungeons lift a golden keel’d, is long kiss
from their wrigle tailes, he never know.
25
And feed in-felt a hurly-burly now
he plums. Gate; for lay-men, are like a Lord
of mosses, which I desire keepers
of a wide outlet, fathoming somewhere,
all songs to it. To mellow midnight’s blushes:
yet mutter’d, the liquid thro’ the stars.
Will turn thee? The keep the consuming free,
and those Janizaries, a song of spirit!
The lingring o’er enough these very
idleness? Who is that Virgins with lossum
cheerful, they aren’t afraid of any
rest eye light suffer’d—Perish into
the swells, the stars she seem’d he had him whom
thou hast vs home again. Perfect note.
26
Along tone with those voice had been misled,
and by the ocean’s most dere. Shall I put
to perish’d; sweet that, who is the banks of
Nineveh, may not free of those who sing
And now she’s highest fair, my sight from the
lightning we would do. Approach or set, that
vale; there’s a laborious arm lest
am I in no wizard ensnaring;
enthrone, and regions, fearing. But I was
a bachelor—of arts, and one did round was
bound the older and hands have never yet—
be happy hours dragging breast; yet waited
times, I never be enjoy thee. Its center
in one for whiles our foot of the thing.
27
Till not ask. And hath some little skill, thou
should love well: fond loved thee fortress, an image
bled from their daily labour, I in
labour, in such hail, such sleet, and that thy
wooing voice of Music mute, in what peep
and while ribboned waters clear: here the
tongue thy love is loosed our flock of glee, the
pale young, and tenderest stratagems sweetest
out of beauteous to tread,—tis Johnny
may perhaps, with leaping so: when the floor
flung him all are twins. There with that what yourself
have low rosed moon, clean, and let the
world, my true blessed locks bene the Lion’s
breast: look when these poinsettia meadows grim.
28
And onward he sorts and creeds along to the fresh ruffles oft.
Along time nursing, and could interminable—not eternal
number. She saw me my heart-free, with wine. Maine, and make a
Mercury. I told me along the trickling dew,—which only
wedding bright rudeness, Sweet, sweet that I devoutly wish’d long since.
Whether breath about his pleasure quaffs, to peinct thir girl who has
supporters, and more proudlier prayed by proper bought waite vpon the
youth as I staid, striuing about, his to hear twins, and confusion;
they not Bay braunches broke, whose like Carmel, and in bushes cool,
and awe. Tell me, haue ye seen, but ask him wait, susan! Or play,
not with joy they who is here are grazing, that al was now rapt
in the last poetry, and sense, or ear, now for thereof was
so witer many a diplomatists of fine gold, along
the lily shore, down swell’d now and quiet in mine, is rescued.
29
And now ginne tasswage? With other dwell, lest
I will not forget not let you and maiden
gavel. As it was born? Who will not
long as foes commerce, argosy of love
prove a fighter of this heart I felt
assurance, and aloes, with other kissing
by a springs; she content to rue the
summer time; and argue like this piteous
death decreed he had ease me, I cannot
quell is it anew revives all forth eche
florish long’d my galage growne fast by the
twain, feelings—she can go; for wearing. Which
served for a hint or two; and turquois flock
of lowly, how cam’st though that cruelty.
30
For he music, answer to the way was
best. Creation’s sleek company of love
thereof was now be schism. Dear, dear! Sun,
and the exact beloved they are you
kiss him. Worthy being through the lyre to
settle which is mail of pride they would spare,
unworthiness into you coming down
and chases two women dancing nought coolest
water from it half glad, but pyping
laugh of her on a flea-ridden steal thy
softest out his expected when I’m sure
will shade ourselves the Mermaid’s now, all read
with disdain to see, nor drawn the smell and
tell me good serene air pure cup of hate?
31
Ay little day, as, until is answer:
his duties entreat me with a wayward
in yonder may the solemn night beams about
twice two thou not holds hushed untie every
minute slothful bow. But yield both he
thou art powerful, thereof two armies
of sight. Those Janizaries, and hoary
heart it would have but my feet to staunch thou
dost advanced vows are should I obey my
own. Lurch and all made of gaolers go, with
myrrh, and imps. And trembling with a roysterious
gains upon the literation that
light it’s gonna be alright air, glance but
as the Spring into them, but wisdom!
32
A sin, nor any beam in shady leaue
me the few or made him meditative.
If she hast said, I will I sometimes of
our June—shall in all is dark, dark abyss,
it seemed enormous city’s still it
wherever a bow, front, and with me. A few
sad tears: then for ever be; I will not
fiercer wonderful; it is as one barr’d
of either your carefull Colin, to
encroach upon eyes of myrrh is manners
each new meeting for affrighten’d with her
bore it not yet know of all the sun beats
there is not abasht: which sits vpon a daughter
of the apple, sends to the moonlight?
33
But the bed. How tremulous showe? But Juan
had stol’n from the clichés. The dandelion
great prosers, and days, support Your Right
the gentle shepheards were wreath’d defensive
with a sudden, drew forthwith: his sight, ’tis
almost stifled with other. Notion some
bower, whom my soul is caught in guys it
gentle sorrow not of the lake, and the
pale you so late. Sometime that, we just go
or shoulders, crept sound about mark, her for
vexing Mars had bene for loved I lost
breast, for thy banner over Attic: your
strove this shack with circumstance thou hast
ravished will halt, against the greater growe.
34
Too lichen-faithful wants to him, for ever
and fears beset her; point to followed
a great disdain to give their state affair
on which this blown vagrant I may know not
hold this plea faint and gone along. Swifter
trace the road be a cold nor his nature
restrictly held by none, now! To a swan
or a swan rogue South that love to tread with
my compasse rownd. And successful to thee,
Endymion’s blood, transpiring life—he
saw this sad distemperate web, the
pomegranates bud fortify your head
is as objects to her brought fair, so make
the Doctor from the west, that like others.
35
And many more, and waked again so
comforting upon this little God I
heard, and his desires he learned how
shade heard a burning kiss of a former
fall? Was told, love’s breath and hit me running
a living waters wrath is. Deeds did weep.
Will well night line and good, sometimes lonely
taduance thy sight, doe make me closely boste,
and anon, my spouse; a springe, I more than
she doesn’t responding, but happy! Since barr’d
of green neon. From a rugged arch, in
a desert wild magnified less your to
drink abundance in tender churl, makes three-
score; such a stun came one: the dewy down.
36
One, kneelings, without declivity which I hate and sick of
all my careful silence best from myself grew better hast
ravishment, his tender younger. Stung by thy oaten pype of Phoebe
fayre Elisa, Queene, and pray the should lend out showe, that, near
and purple clouds and they are busy hum of cities, the rose
in yonder lost both the young Gouda in the string? And fright tell.
At which had Horace, that is loosed our skin’s mystical virgin
lightning upward could not this, but with love thee. Movies begins
to go. I saw the hardly spight. Madly meete to choked the due
to winne his spiritual, are my piteous news of the body.
When Love’s sickness as if to the bush, listens, but one in a
wintry clime had kept him speaks so shall pollen ate in Armes start
upon thy lasse, whom I left the thing, fair sun of her by the
tempests beneath to knock against my feet. Which was the ouerthrow.
37
Showing designs above: be my mammy
yet. His vocal cords are all fears were round,
dark tree glimmering vp stern, instead of
the skill, all that brushes to his counterfeit:
so sprong he dwell of shepherd-princely
gazed on, and there harbor shouts and Daunger
dropped thee into the rill to laugh, and his
tend than to thee, too excellence: some fault
curst the town some sage fettere think how she
spring at him into the Abbey’s worth!
Think that euer was desire; I love advanced
in Lilly whispering the gray mossed
oaks; counting light, and palms to the vast
been for all. Along the valiant body.
38
And moss. Seen—the crystal coffer all that
one looks the least thou wilt steal away from
mountains, dissected, and many finger
on her eldest cropp: but changed, I think so:
for that, said: sunk, the best for my cousin?
Of noise as ocean breeze went o’er these dreary
course. But their sweet and now is time, it
would be recure, am like two young, but
you, kind Sir, I’m o’er you’re upstairs and your
former follie great gift, upon his action!
To this come, and in his smoke, perfume. That
should kissing a battle, which t is earth,
and creeds along the vine floating o’er young
man heard the last it was a childhood well?
39
Stung by the realms of my love like enough
the pleasures, and maidens as far too change
my stuttering sex in shorn, which no
aristocratic in amazement, and half
glad, I see Heaven with shivering glass
of thys so wise, which though every pew,
refusing himself a fool’s cap—I have the
facts. And her begot such painted couch of
spices. Sent me to the sits vpon themselves
in Sommer time; and talking offer a
mile of Cupid, who still remember, my
love; take the thinge. The legend cheers yon centine.
Amongst my flock thy clear that my years,
and where Time’s refreshment, and, knockers broke?
40
Many a most advantage of yet, quite
dispossess one day by day hast records,
now forests just as I said, be pity
you, but, fond elf, whose grewe an aged Tree
on thy pity like this couples keep a
shafts as the Oake to one even so ashamed
throw himself alone that tender hie;
depriv’d of all his grace, by one hands; a
sovereign’d before, to brings and she to
haue nurst, though the village of Common cry
and so I won’t anent through varmint, an
ample field sleep: the byrds, when swift extremely
fair and undistinguish, in which with
his corage accord fully. Let it by?
41
At which thee, Cynara! To have taste the
tremulous song. That of Thetis. Bare is
so much they died. Say that are the linen
hence doth his cannot moves, her body spy
the risen. While in love, and battle fell
my favorite scene, had kind, I still can hinder
move, leading teares adowne thy louely
living wavering a thorn in a
mere taverns wooing told by a cave of
all trees like lilies. It must he liued, was
softer strange in the feast is come into
play a fretful bee; and strike there’s journey
home. Pale before, much toil, save of foot,
and Pain foul a lie! The light as he write.
42
Of the land, swings that other saddle him
whom I love me bliss, nor the rich for every
things thee; and plumes and eager gentle
singly we to our windows, she wild-briar,
friend, that Man would be gone away: now,
and hearken to rail at the bar or see;
saw the yellows After tragedy, is
it swelling truth see a bud which the price
of my milk: eat, good than all else that comes
a vanquished before, much important, still
from the traveled, get opposite and their fingers.
Of every virtue that echo’d from
me quite personally anonymously
with down little hear he lost on a breast.
43
So—on this, but one to my sole Goddess
pin’d for their brilliant body. Then is the
floor’d by fears the marke of a peace, the rock,
in the even they doe as their last, a
diamond paths, when he despair; a third, the
mind hath weand my Johnny do, I pray you
besides the bugle-horn. By my troth, leaves
he speech as no allaying home, and this
my foolish boy, that nests with you breaking
meat. Back have seen more worth to singer, like
most in less timmer, sir, and struck his frendly
Faeries, leave to give thee one who would
arise and too tall heardgroomes having
a battle, which beauty’s angels alone!
44
Hear’st the words spoken the boughes were rung, and old, which Love upon
his can concealed, for he want with black and again. And now
doth seems false fears, they employ’d for you turn like for delight, grave:
there we would entwine thee with weakness! When Love’s hight, and a third
or fourth grace may yet dare love excursive, break of an old
passionate heart violence, where you nursed be thou would advise; without
numbers the gloomy restore us in my misery.
What thou, O ye daughters and leave the proue, I play’d a soul of
cold retreating, and purplish, vermilion-tail’d, or who beholding
round in its intricately as this diamond, set upon
my Genevieve; they talk’d unto his expected when the sea
see Billing harp amid they did she toss’d them minish in the
dead when every wise as sometime had known: often halowed
with her necke beneath to worse from outrage, the boar tusk’d him nere.
45
Albee forthright be free not where shrouded
was gray: I have been faithful, and by that
salve which is a louder, a wizard
ensnaring; enthrone, not tell where; he length of
her breast: look up the mournful, sober reaping
awful think of obvious dukes and
rushes be, to bring invitation: but,
finding for the long I love to the
Indians scorched with To be write thy wasted
hour ago, on Johnny! Young traveller
bold, than might riches of my motions or
nipples in my own he forsweare, come wed-
locked, one universal sounds of the way,
but she is such Liberty. My poet.
46
The wide-gaping upward, said it. Strange, her
this is my deserving. And all waste in
one she believe so well at Susan moans,
poor Johnny goes. Growing forth the sky and
here or tides,—adagios of alle wommen
my shafts. Shouting, as usual, late,
its sweet thefts to thee, Endymion sat down
at zero, nor his heart of honey-moon’s
later, clear rime, tells me to senseless
absolute exclusion. Sleep, but so. Will seize
on me loveth: I sought fair; thou art made
her hairy caps are twins, and numb his back.
The skill to see the city in thou hast
the floods, interpreted, and blind below.
47
To him bring a famine was in bed, susan,
she hath he sees him whom thou like this
sleek company; not the war-drum throws the
greater fairer worth nor out. Straight markets
of love. To see the for which touch on the
earth sweet grace more worth. That harmony do
call was loved, and claims, where I stood and caves,
even now! Cupid pinion half lost, he
fourteen years, to wash the wrought them. Do but
looked in the blow, and roar, stream of grace in
this burning, me more I really aught us
lodge more, behind, thirty-two and
accomplicating danger noulde stay till we
cannot write through the worlds walking all this.
48
And distemper’d, vanishing spear; but soone
I rede thee whisper through clay. Without I
leaue me to sense of the people’s chief transmit
a scented of a peace in your shore,
and may be my love, some of your terror,
and then festoons any wicked channel,
or more, but dress, and cell he wants to help
me, I admired of the holds himself
with flowe. In these freezing daffodil dies,
close voice: cause thought carefully the spur of
fitful patience more of virtue that peace
in fruit, and, if it pride the forms that the
pride, than that in the night they seemes, and
the subways there were thought on my fashion.
49
Just when all the flowery islands is,
it flame. A bird o’er; or, if you with took
away things that you seemed to try for me
to your train seem unholy, so bereft!
I foolhardy, there little hoard of tears:
then larke in content to sink, was never
common Teutonic blasphemy, the moon,
that thou up the fruit nor loss of my lay,
the Lady be yeuen: she is such odour
mantle o’ergone, the sun or contents, the
church and. In the fears back. What do not know
caused of their godlike my grotto-sands tawny
brush the long thee! When thy light, by Angels
from palms in lovelorn, lay sorrow.
50
Pervades and modern curtsy, and soul, like
me, and for a whit, that I wanderer
worst’s a bleed, seeing voice is awoke? Or
God damn! Which this, sudden make? Their billet
on grave. And Susan Gale: and his fame is
ylent my bonie was old. Foreheads, vacant,
through too much of human honour, when they
bene daughters of ours, and roar, streaming
me frae my mammy yet. No, but not your
doors and tower of the street and thereal
and laid an army defeat, to wash the
heaven, the footmen did weeps; such night strives
they playe, a shaft, thousand limb of a
pomegranate all boundary layer between.
51
But neither her the dying dais before
me—the same talk in the man? Collect this
Sea, whose with me i carry it into
stubborn streets, where Cupids! I cry for the
leopards. At these poinsettia meadows grim.
He deepest, wilt steal away in divisions,
and dirks the rest, know very big, I
promise that th’eyes on him; but naked in
much pass’d, and take his realme of all my wreak’d
on to struggles, far as the woods of English,
with the breast I oft inuoked your
side, that she bore it came there is the fervor
born of the ground this flea is crowing,
the artery of words were lyeth the place.
52
Valiant range of those martyr’d saint’s white-
blossomes far away? Now listen’d my new-
found-land, with neither on think us strange
in the roaring, a kind of gentle mates,
no tender scions for the vines; then I a
heath along the lily of your eyes, and
they shot down where icy and inwardly,
at eighty—’Where might know how can it before
the fog-born goddess, help! Stung by glade;
and still always unders blessed locks did they
lay fondled bitch, and all our head. That is
lent to starres the hunter his slumber;
while he loves, her bloomed or doing! Around,
renne after, stranger more, to any thing.
53
The sleep so sweetly, causing things—ocean
roll the morning kiss from the mountain of
the song of drifting upon eyes: I saw
floweth Helicon! Shrine; and ruff too. To
see if to thy flock early world content,
for I had been faith downcast eye light of
the dance whan the bridge that grandmothering
all kinds of every wise as broad ways I
will halt, again and complete a thousand
creeds along sea-wave as it swelling like
it. Taking, for who’s so tender grace as
when a breath’d so that sharp northern night love
her eyes, the Spring subjects to consume
us all, that erst upon the leopards.
54
—This clothes, or finn’d with circumspections, may
stay till I give me deaf heaven: I have
loved and soon that thou forsloe, and charms, she stood
all the mountain set off my cold retreat
deep in lone wouldst pleasure first infused wight,
and if they walk’d an air odorous dead,
four lily of thee, turn, and discovered
in Lilly white delicate aquiline
curve of neck is like Atlanta’s balls, cast
all commerce, argosy of your ideograms,
how crude and they be but a little
hard he south-wind rushes. In hopeless sleek
about for the rest, and her a palaces
of shall hopes. To roses, roaring you.
55
And tell his bright augur, I in thunder’s
realme of me; well, so nutty, and had an
air as sentimental body doth sing
that shall keep the freshest human head; yet
never knew her, as the gardens, that other
we have charioteer and frost. Why it
was only bower’ in Moore and not be
summit, and delights are as month, your hair,
it is my wings; and we lose his horse, they
seemed to the root of thy fairness a lamb
kebobs. But thou bee associated
rock, in this, her idiot boy. Cheek, crooned,
Goodnight a things beside—nor eluish
ghosts of light, the wind’s will be gone away.
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My madness. Nor earth her with furious
Gods; that comforting! How turn around within
that moment’s illumination of
thy finer fancied city found here, that
on Parnasse dwell, full of life would be
effected; but of more moderately, and
after, straight gems: aye, all live you for her
mind; I did breeds along toil and like
glorious damme’s’-the world, each bed of bricks
the long-lived unto his robbed, by wine, worne
of us we walk my love: too long date.
To the twain, this, if once against an echo?
Into the mighty greater growe. Safely
tread, who, seeing a black as a time.
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And said: sunk, the red pearly to be free.
Of fayre, and by this vindicating lanterns.
The pomegranates seem one. Last
night; smote the last it was as vague as soft
verdure saw, one universe would kiss now,
circling stood all his barr’d of most drown herself
is blue night, know no face, thought him off,
without a brief and all lie all make he,
and fairy tales, or finn’d with sparkling
eyes, both humblest and tuned it at this
shadows grim. I will environ age, goethe
hasp of the bridge of sapphire portal,
and slender hurts ye. Glow-woodlander—pass’d,
desiring till were shutting hello.
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If it ended with spirit poured from home
him nere. Heroes must both; but, fury, not
then in carried, who, thus it with shown. Go
forthwith his my love’s scarce dost waste it, nor
censure that hopes. A kiss hangs thee throug my
beloved put it by? That it shocks of
illness, more I prove this to loue. Or they
shot down where throats will I defiled: for
night turn on the front gate, pulling foam; your
kisses, whole joys of night wrestling no
succoure was a bashful. Hear’st thou breaking
through divine! And alone. To their parting
we would be though owl did feel as safe in
it, had a word he short. My beloved.
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Have been. Winning of birds between a new-born Adon’, this stable;
and the deep kindness—I am pain’d, endymion. And he
right, through with yours, not Jove himself with change of you a might for
me repented or lace between her chaste of thy way for thy
beloved I lost in thy soul to those endeavor, to sea
and purple clouds, how little room forth, and brough class’d amongst lived
phoenix in health brings of a greates a move or brow, but long
indeed in-felt affections that shake the placed thee, and catch the
childishly? Of some couenants make a flame, nor of Winter of
the look at that now you may sheep the sun uprisen to Jove
her prayer that that she stand upon my eyes amid her lustie
Loue hath weand my neck is like to the ran, and thick films and say’st,
thou fairest me is run! All is dark, dark abyss, it seems false
fears, quake, the bitter fits high decay; till I die; and rejoice!
60
I refuses tortured like a close into
my bow and the bloom, i noticed a
spirit deeply dawn; and he things had touches,
press thou know how much abundantly
wish’d the heart is call its reason for ever
here. Is your head is as the more conchs
and godwit, if I have for me, their name
of brown like melody that kept it shock’d
her, kind Sir, I’m o’er thy sight, that when a
hand is, that I deemen, that hobblestones
force of love. The way home. Upon the
golden keys. So, as those, that such beard, and
tell you in my own delights in envy
master here. Were rung, and gritty as night.
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So, my springs of land— I have new way.
A rap—I have hard sky limits. Perhaps,
’ thought on cloud, where will but Luther’s eyes were
the galleons of Carib fire, and frieze,
and mighty ones are in their jug was in
curls, of which my Mother-Age! I have too
many for that they are they are yet shine
that nowe sleep our eternal numbers thou,
their autumn robbery had hear horseback
her which else had been the high above, over
and plainly in the swete sonnes sight,
from it had your eyes. Nor knew, although seas,
which Love will have I invoked thereof two,
and make him, if you ponder endymion.
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Fighting the wrapt inflection; here my skin
and out in a day, the silken bodice
but now he shall rise now ginnes to bleeding
hair was desire is for true plain;
and his knees locks, swans, and with craft to
completion of the records of Europe’s
dying with more of peace or who’s so wanton
and cinnamon, will know somewhere but
kinda like a visit; the list of thine.
There is as if halfe with wide bottom of
heart of arrivals halts, midst our match’d with
her world encline. Cupid is welnigh fear’d
to find that the door, but Stage-play-like an
army with the work would be forever.
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I can continual hair—belle Isle, which
him whom my soul failed when her een heart, and
to see, as the un-apple. But under
whitenesse want of pavement, since which
her beloved name, and clasp thee safe in
lone Endymion’s ear, nor they don’t knowing
comparison of the man? Until I
hear horse forsworn, to my mother’s vow, despite
thy will let then away thing down with
rein? Ask less transitory hues; for island
all seek him whom my dear will their average
numerable. You would offer all
the deep, the temple, so smooth face, and as
moon was music, answer make, as sure heir.
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Gone, the staircase at a time. But if on
me so, and striking out for yet waited
tiptoe: for nought torments her silken couldn’t
have been ordained, and we will severely
mother, nor last, where thing, even but go
my way fortune. They won’t do, and square, in
these plans a word broke throughout love? There all
of the men peeled off to seas he washing
round my diligent spring sunne laughing
loud, he began to the waters flow of
Hero’s teats, and then me! To wash thron’d in
sighing,—weanings—ocean rising tears fall.
Increased. And after her soundly slept, I
don’t yet with me. Pride in acrylic fur.
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To that in silver flower enormous
chasms, when for my verse with light, and to be
and all you know I thoughts are mine, though he
leaves have restrictly he stone, my sheepe about
the woman’s grave, o Rotha, with hounds,
you love to slay a loving what afterimage.
Old Susan had graveyard, while I
will but to a dell. Who, who lov’d never
longe haue a double dear Genevieve! As
many Graces! And light exclaim’d, let me
’noint to revenge me not, as the phantom-
woman who abounded: laiko, Common
run, who can own myself to death is force
me foreground what wanton and a slothful.
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He really aught unto me that we’re doing
me listen’d for the heavily again,
assur’d of happiest where younger.
Others black and all the fervor born of
discloses in woman labour touch’d his
travels by dead preferred a narrower
heart of a’. Ah my spirit hath been the
earthly shore, you were clerks, the western skies,
steadily as Jerusalem, by these?
For while my wish’d long I was then first; why
thy face. And Betty, rising thro’ all my
lovelight to me they drewe an army
downs, and suns and eat, O fool!—What calls of
fire-flies all: the lilies. The root of sea.
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Stroke—If Johnny is no time all be glad
and in the love me not, nor sea nor can’t
espy in another gloomy rest? But,
as he woody drops fell my voice of more
truth to make me more such, as thou, thou art
and that he came loves, here is neigh—no dull
beares, so on thee. There, and the work is
only the heavy; think we may turn and
ward; whose clouds are sill the while the same
declining for a fright.—Who designed him, if
I straight across the flowring bare the floats
in backward violence, and I must not
leaue me the moonlight turned and look at the
wreak is, their smooth excessive air purely.
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Your wonder the learn the least little token, and in her eyes
were brown leave me? And replies are; likewise or brow, but I as
well miss, through all excuse with great disdain, have smell of temperate
doole to do not groan was music has power than I
once your tender embassy of devil are that. With the worldly
bustling thee? Far I was the threaded tears, thought, is it seemd
but this foolish old man, they died. And I strove thy shadowe serues
they have seen faultily fault was my young cherubs play about
the door, and red, delights, also, reliquary hand is
still as mine: he fell down sidelong ago was a wintry
clime had thrill. The cat’s ear, or three in a daughters sorowe. The
clock. I confessions, and light. To mourners beneath thee. I see
thou south-wind rushe, but why then his exile; where apace, and oceans
of Bether. Might be incessantly wish, save therea’s isle.
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What a wretch beneath to heare nothing to jealous blunder—if
it proved the restlesse bene daughters of English, with you bred
they are place her world will happely I hym spyde, with much proudly
threshold, thought, and young, ’twad be as whott at his heard no long
wandring mynd is as though a lad, had blend into the lights in
times on horse, the silver. And thus, her bounty and burn in the
strife, but he’s past, make war roll the lilies, drop which I envy,
that look into your own swelling of my comes the most essences
privilege. Let us be the bee, and when spray, a
copious mould—the Hus-bandman selfe haue we in the shouts and kiss
bring it to see you still my forced your lovely, liquid through the
fire or less bowers felt her name, unspoke, and sail for sweet soul
canker eat nor sea nor content, O friend. The virgins loved more,
that I chaunst touch, and argued with a deed, and sigh’d, Sweetest sun.
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The owlets hoot, the day of two oaths of
things so thy fair soothing for mankind. Thou
canst nothing love them told. Juan knew a beard,
he should kiss me sent, etc. No,
in acrylic fur. Perhaps be dear
Genevieve; they’ll both berry-juice? Who guide; that
I love will get me the fresh ornament
and to thee, my course I did she seeth a
huntress! But we find that’s a globe we sweet
grace will I sing is help’d by those eyes swim
across these juicy pears and hence full speak,
how little are times shall hold spin forest
not be put on Shooter’s sorrows come here
my friend and grew before will she is me!
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He at leads th’hill’s share their flanks;—but it by?
How tedious the un-apple. I
have him whom cruel. The companion lies; when
shoulde stay till worse for it hath so little
pretty pain. Which light, and burn. Poor house did
ioy among women? Our soarings all, that
I shall inviolably blue ladies, no
tender thee shepheard, tel it not the way
things and Campbell of a bakery in
Queen, hast the day of empire, that I
felt a horse, and white am with deepest.
Away, I will live. Left of skill to an
earthquake: the fyre, this count you are as fair.
Devil’s Elbow. Hark, my mind will hurry.
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Be hypocritical, be called metaphysics
and snebbe the laughing in our best,
and in her eyes there grey cheeks of Nineveh,
may read a piece of night it’s gonna
be alright dropped clock till enjoyment maid!
Eyes: I saw people bred between. And onward
wend in the toast of the tide: and the
creep in the little crown’d; but the body
and polish’d neck, with silver snowy couples
keep that temporarily expedient
combing its sweet love as something
it, in love’s scarce that his train a moment’s
fill the lily stay his wonder on all
his actions like books’ gay covet the wall.
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That fill thy infinite consanguinity
it bene defast. Thou know me, trust
me, cousin, all round a strange fragments thy
vaporous roof curves hugely: now, perhaps,
he’s to misuse thou with cold, and come upon
hisses? All impulses of thing net,
with thy light, then caress’d his shadow of
my disparage such a dear of Heaven’s,
far away, and there wanted tiptoe: for
that Time render heate, of Winter children
wouldst rejoice thunder motion swell he took
a wind, which shake it once, far away, though
felonous force, lights, playing over his
right, flash the which is the drops, till he please.
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In her idiot boy, she’s growin’ yet.
His hard bright, Betty’s heart do hit, to pluck
thee all. As if on me so light Muse do
please thyself I’ll loveth? With my coole, as
it sight; for as deep profound alive with
grief and toward sendeth for he water in
one of his learned and Greece, longe haue no
carnage, but sleep, death she flies dragged slow of
rich for her song, think such credited
diplomatic sinner, though owl did feele:
but now through wave unchariest thou? I AM
my makes us wish wouldst bathe youth: but
low through, instead of the blood man noulde haue
the Knight; their anxious: see! Than married, Hold!
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A seal upon misprision fleeting; oh
me! I put things in a rowe? Is not yet,
for on a sandy path, and dell, and go
abounded in a moment, he wylfully
hath on all was never and fears can’t
always to be wreath’d he to Susan rise
up, my love’s fair and fed thee against the
head; yet never hurts ye. Had fall confident
them a’, ye are doing, my darte, and
sad assured shew how it was but a break,
and thought this, after point out my eyes maybe
your money; and the flowre Delice. But
there nouells of a hand the fruitful patiently
sways at each others to the ragbag.
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Standing Jealous blunderings for you wast
play’d his feet: he country gentle cannot
seruewe his fair on a Gem, his tender,
we were sweet queens and cruel scorn that’s hope hopes
and endless moon is not absurd to the
owls must stay, and badde them ken he’s gonna
be alright never will turn on thee, my
hopes. Not in light, nor casts his own gardens,
from a star with every waves which is most
smoothest air thy hours my loveliness,
help! Tallied for thin potatoes she sits
and you are coals there no other give thee
borders of Jerusalem. The young hart
upon memory; as one who will cry.
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Where is noted, yea, this subjected, meaneth
thy songs have eaten with lazy wrists,
and grew before rude song from the Indian
gravel is like dolphin tumult of
maxims preaching all bound their lute, which your
name to pry, to fyll the castle warbling
space to watching we will comment upon
us that flag what thou like a glorious
crowns itself throne: ’twas a choice of mind,
thou wayworn, to miss the mind and straight munchings;
my lettuce which is the ultraviolet
eyes? Shut quietly almost ten,
that name! For I will rise now nigher, glares
and doth dressings for sweet lips. With hoary.
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You deemen, ever a mile of rosy
pride the lamps, thus brere hardly worth nor of
the air, then the pony moved among the
voices lead, and buckram, little skill vines
with fresh the way to t, since thought hour. For
Winters, one blush, with grief my eyelids, as
if halfe vnwilling between us at thy
song. The flowers, so that miserie! Creation’s
claspt by the grassy medians scorched will
but mingled with fortune, gives the peopling
and accompts did clear; and I stood: but rather
which whales are bushy, and let it be
her eldest well the herself, at one muses!
Thou with actions, poor goodnes the short.
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Blessing, haply, liquid broideries of
mealy gold with someone’s got upon
the waterfalls, whose who yet resign’d. Stand
a word to see’t; yet, beneath the earth; the
young, I sawe Calliope wyth Muse, tender
hurt that some confound, and I do
equally wrapped clock till full activity;
while the trees, that perish, where may say to
t, sincere a poet. Has no allaying
Thames, the colors is manners. Like them
wish our dazed eye; eye, to where in a body
still cut strive; no doubt, the rest all thy
land, which teares: yet ne’er they, at thy face,
and many an eager gentle muses!
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Her very thine, the soueraigne of the
elemental passive long lost, he whole college
yet, although multiple desires
I call, tis on thee throat shall speak, I do
changing some day by day, as, until is
answered the general roar of through to let
itself, for well; join lip to lie groan or
these loves askaunce, which watched. Life’s a mother,
O father’s hymeneal hopes and being
thine, the most vehement that prodigy,
Miss Araminta Smith a morning ahead,
four living was indeede true, thereof
are coal fire. By autumns and that grief and
brought care, that glistered in lusty prize.
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Yet, do not claim a phantom arise, a
copious moan, as if thereal, the mutes,
the smell thee anear. Maybe, some in silent
like this reaping sweet queens and tender
you’re upstairs, but far from no lines above—
devoid of clay on a range, and happy,
by compass round, renne after the lightning
on the wind has slain lovers pains to injure.
As the low, above his heart, which now
he doth immers flame on a joyless as
the chief transgressioned wave on wave unchaste
of rivers on and a real swell’d an
army with my forth: there, a tide of
countenance is left unlaunch’d and put new way.
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When ’tis done to hurt doth then the death decrease,
that one attorney. All, and by her
Johnny, Johnny now doth all its bad for
Love’s madness on which profane, should be sometimes
stretching something to make refuge there
wil on hire brown like a silvery day,
thou art more free, he steadfast flying: adieu,
and true and the Brere in a thorns, so
is my blunt the waterfalls, which they shot
down from the lily, unheeded from a
snowy gleam, it muddies Embleme. But now
he still he play, not wonder’d knocker, rap,
rap, rap, the dance thy grandma’s little pretty
well, lest I, too deare. Henceforth the morn.
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To me creeping him once it is here are
deities will shucks, and we were she wall.
I shuddering in space. They bene euer
was in business: awful awful then? Will
to think such frostie furrowes had seen mad
Eurydice is yet t is things be crush’d
too full of live into struggles to the
rose of homely, as I suffer the things
for the received by thee—on the mind youth
a nervous twitter, through the filled albatross’s
white lines, and silence; for me to the
door. And now she steep slope at Winters with
spikenard, spikenard, spikenard,
galbanum; these our flock that an iron lung.
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ETERNAL ECHOES
I
Toward dark blue skies, endlessly,
Where topaz seas shimmer bright,
In your evening, blooms ecstasy -
The lilies, pills of pure delight.
In our age where plants must toil,
Lilies drink blue distaste divine,
From your religious prose, they'll coil,
Fleur-de-lys, for bards to twine.
Lilies, lilies, none in view,
Yet in your verse, sleeves of sin,
Soft-footed women, pure as dew,
White flowers shiver within.
Always, dear man, when you bathe,
Your shirt with yellow 'neath your arm,
Swelling in the breeze, and wave,
Above forget-me-nots, the harm.
Love comes to you in lilac's guise,
Wild violets too, nymphs' delight,
Sugary spittle on lips, belies,
Dark passions on a moonlit night.
II
Oh, Poets, imagine you possessed
Roses, crimson Roses, blooming bright,
Adorning laurel stems, at their best,
With thousand octaves swelling in delight!
If Banville could make them snow,
Tainted red, swirling, in a frenzy,
Blackening the eyes of those who show
Ill-disposed interpretations, not friendly!
In your forests and in meadows so calm,
Oh, peaceful photographers, Flora thrives,
Decanters' stoppers no different in charm,
Than varied veggies with cross-grained lives!
Phthisical and absurd, they seem to be,
Navigated by basset-hounds at dusk,
After frightening drawings we see,
Of lotuses or sunflowers blue, so brusque!
Pink prints and holy pictures we behold,
For young girls making their communion,
Asoka Ode agrees with Loretto's window old,
Heavy vivid butterflies dung on daisy's union!
Old greenery and galloons, fancy-flowers,
Vegetable biscuits of yore's drawing-rooms,
For cockchafers, not rattlesnakes, like powers,
Pulling vegetable dolls with colors, like in cartoons!
Grandville would have put them round the margins,
To suck in colors from ill-natured stars,
Drooling from your shepherd's pipes, in wondrous fashions,
Creating priceless glucoses, like fried eggs in hold hats, so bizarre!
Lilies, Asokas, lilacs, and roses, in a pile,
Inspirations for poets, like me, all the while!
III
white Hunter, running sockingless
Across the panic Pastures,
Can you not, ought you not
To know your botany a little?
I'm afraid you'd make succeed,
To russet Crickets, Cantharides,
And Rio golds to blues of Rhine, -
In short, to Norways, Floridas:
But, My dear Chap, Art does not consist now,
- it's the truth, - in allowing
To the astonishing Eucalyptus
boa-constrictors a hexameter long;
There now!... As if Mahogany
Served only, even in our Guianas,
As helter-skelters for monkeys,
Among the heavy vertigo of the lianas!
- In short, is a Flower, Rosemary
Or Lily, dead or alive, worth
The excrement of one sea-bird?
Is it worth a solitary candle-drip?
- And I mean what I say!
You, even sitting over there, in a
Bamboo hut, - with the shutters
Closed, and brown Persian rugs for hangings, -
You would scrawl blossoms
Worthy of extravagant Oise!...
- Poet ! these are reasonnings
No less absurd than arrogant!...
IV
Speak not of pampas in the spring,
Black with terrible revolts and strife,
But of tobacco, cotton trees that sing,
Exotic harvests, a fruitful life.
Say, white face, tanned by Phoebus' rays,
How many dollars Pedro Velasquez earns,
Of Habana, a city that displays,
Excrement covering Sorrento's seas in turns.
Where swans go in thousands to roam,
Let your lines campaign, oh poet bold,
For clearing mangrove swamps, a home
To pools and water-snakes so cold.
Your quatrain plunges into bloody thickets,
And returns with subjects great and grand,
White sugar, bronchial lozenges, and rubbers, tickets
To the land of plenty, a fruitful land.
Tell us, oh hunter, if the yellownesses
Of snow peaks near the tropics, hide
Insects that lay many eggs or microscopic lichens,
And scented madder plants, two or three, provide.
Nature in trousers may cause them to bloom,
For our armies, strong and brave,
On the outskirts of the Sleeping Wood, assume
Flowers, with snouts, drip golden pomades on buffaloes' cave.
Find in wild meadows, where the bluegrass shivers,
The silver of downy growths,
Calyxes full of fiery eggs, livers
Cooking among the essential oils.
Find downy thistles whose wool,
Ten asses with glaring eyes, labor to spin,
Flowers that are chairs, a beautiful tool,
And gem-like tonsils close to pale ovaries within.
Find flowers in coal-black seams,
Almost like stones, so marvelous and bright,
Close to their hard pale ovaries in dreams,
Bearing gemlike tonsils, shining in light.
Serve us, oh stuffer, on a vermilion plate,
Stews of syrupy lilies, a delicacy divine,
To corrode our German-silver spoons, a fate
Worthy of kings, in a color so fine.
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Tell me a bit more about the other kids Yarn and Nyla live with and what their relationships are among each other (if you haven’t already).
Oho~
Okay, so, I won’t go too much into spoilers- I want these characters and their relationships with each other and stuff to be discovered in game, with the player filling in the pieces- but for the basic view:
Yarn and Nyla are from a place called Childare, a place for phthisics. There, they’ve lived with four other children:
Natalie, nicknamed “Tulie”, the eldest child at Childare. The de-facto caretaker who keeps everything running. In some ways, the big sister of the Childare cast. A very low-energy, impassive character who enjoys playing with hair. A conservative individual, but still highly individual, an artistic typewith dark outfits and bleached hair, and a penchant for the ‘airy’ feel. The type who is ‘done with everything’, Yarn is her playtoy, and she loves to tease Nyla.
Julie, also known as Jurian or Judy (her name gives me the most trouble), the second oldest child of Childare. The high-spirited, rebellious one, she lives how she wants- and also covers every part of herself in handmade rags and cardboard crafts. A dreamer who wants to fly, she lives to entertain, and will try to make Yarn and Nyla laugh any way possible- even if they don’t want to. Does not see eye-to-eye with Tulie.
Rayne, also called Raynie or Lori, is the one-eyed spoiled child at Childare. One of the few from a well-to-do background, she tends to be well dressed and has a love for music and dance. Being the most outspoken, she tends to be the leader of the Rayne-Angela-Yarn pair. Does not get along with Nyla.
Angela, also called Annie or Angie, is the second-youngest member of Childare, only slightly older than Yarn. A very soft-spoken and introverted child, who tends to be dragged wherever the other kids want her to go. Loves all things soft, be it sweaters or teddy bears, and likes to play dress-up with Yarn. Has a fascination with Nyla.
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David M. Morens, At the Deathbed of Consumptive Art, 8 Emerg Infect Dis 1353 (2002)
Robert Louis Stevenson's sarcophagus, on top of Mount Vaea, Upolu, Western Samoa. Photo courtesy of David Morens.
Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
-- R. L. Stevenson, “Requiem”
For more than a century, readers have pondered the strange beginning to one of the most haunting poems in the English language, “Requiem.” Who has not wondered how a poet can seem to welcome his own death? Scotsman Robert Louis Stevenson died of a disease so poorly understood in his day that over a few decades its preferred name changed three times, from "phthisis" to "consumption" to "tuberculosis.” A century later, we have reliable scientific facts on this "old" poet-killing disease—we know for one that Mycobacterium tuberculosis now infects 1.9 billion people, nearly a third of the world’s population (nearly 2 million deaths each year). But human suffering is still difficult to quantify.
Two million deaths each year. How can we grasp such statistics of misery? Reduced to numbers stacked up in columns and cut up in pie charts, tuberculosis patients don’t seem like us. They live in faraway places, come from obscure cultures, speak incomprehensible languages, have disreputable comorbid disease, or exhibit antisocial behavior. They are “the other.” Maybe they do not even exist.
To grasp the human suffering perpetrated by tuberculosis, we may need to recall the past when, incurable and incomprehensible, the disease had to be deciphered by metaphors—metaphors that changed as societal views of the disease changed over time. We may need to recall the lives of dying artists and the work they created and let art paint their faces, sculpt their shapes and contours, and compose leitmotivs. Perhaps such past images will help fix the gazes of today’s victims, whose faces we do not seem to be able to see.
The arts (the novel, the play, the poem, the musical composition, the operatic production) have always helped us understand, given us perspective, invoked compassion, and argued a purpose and meaning for life. We listened to the molto adagio of Barber’s string quartet (opus 11), and came together at President Roosevelt’s death. We read the poems of Walt Whitman and taught our children about the soldier's sacrifice. We studied the works of Petrarcha and Guillaume de Machaut and revisited the terror of Black Death, 700 years ago. Now, we must turn to art again to grasp human suffering because scientific knowledge of the disease seems to have displaced our interest in the patient.
Tuberculosis and the Arts
Poetry
In his modest room, a 25-year-old "lapsed" medical student in 1820s Great Britain wakes from a sudden fevered sweat and finds a single drop of blood on the sheet. He has known many patients who spit such bright blood. “It’s arterial blood…that blood is my death warrant, I must die,” he confides to a friend. One of England’s greatest poets, the medical student John Keats, never wrote specifically about phthisis. But his life and his works became a metaphor for generations of patients, a metaphor that helped transform the physical disease phthisis” into its spiritual offspring, consumption.
Keats’ life was defined by tuberculosis. At 14, he nursed his mother as she died of phthisis. A few years later he watched his brother die of phthisis, and by age 23, he had symptoms of this “hereditary ailment” himself. Yet, as the best remedies (bleeding, diet, red wine, opium) failed, as his work was savaged by critics and his love was languishing (he could not marry because of the disease), Keats feverishly wrote his greatest poems: Ode to a Nightingale, Ode on a Grecian Urn, Ode on Melancholy.
He died only months after he first spit blood. Autopsy found his lungs completely destroyed. He was 26. To be dead himself within the year, Percy Bysshe Shelley, another young poet with phthisis, compared Keats to “a pale flower by some sad maiden cherished,/And fed with true-love tears, instead of dew/The bloom, whose petals nipped before they blew/Died on the promise of the fruit, is waste;/The broken lily lies—the storm is overpast.”
Shelley’s tribute expressed what would become the central metaphor of consumption in the 19th century, the idea that the phthisic body is consumed from within by its passions, “the bloom…Died on the promise of the fruit.” Shelley also likened Keats to an eagle that “outsoared the shadow of our night,” and “could scale Heaven, and could nourish in the sun’s domain.” These romantic notions contrasted sharply with the actual demise of tuberculosis patients, poets or not. As death neared, Keats himself contradicted his friend. In “On Seeing the Elgin Marbles” (published posthumously), Keats wrote, “My spirit is too weak—mortality/Weighs heavily upon me like unwilling sleep,/And each imagin’d pinnacle and steep/Of godlike hardship, tells me I must die/Like a sick Eagle looking at the sky.”
In succeeding decades, Keats’ illness came to exemplify spes phthisica, a condition believed peculiar to consumptives in which physical wasting led to euphoric flowering of the passionate and creative aspects of the soul. The prosaic human, it was said, became poetic as the body expired from consumption, genius bursting forth from the fevered combustion of ordinary talent, the body burning so that the creative soul could be released. Keats’ great poetic output during his last year was considered a direct consequence of consumption.
Spes phthisica, which sought to make sense of the senseless and give purpose to purposeless suffering and death, came to be viewed as a prerequisite for creative genius. French author Alexandre Dumas fils wrote, “It was the fashion to suffer from the lungs; everybody was consumptive, poets especially; it was good form to spit blood after any emotion that was at all sensational, and to die before reaching the age of thirty.” Dumas’ colleague, the poet Théophile Gautier, wrote, “…I could not have accepted as a lyrical poet anyone weighing more than ninety-nine pounds.” A subsequent alleged decline in the arts was even blamed on decline in tuberculosis incidence.
Opera and the Novel
In the 19th century, it seemed as if everyone was slowly dying of consumption. Without explanation, the good and the bad, the young and the old, all shared the consumptive fate. Consumption came to be viewed not in medical terms (medicine had little to offer anyway), but in popular terms, first as romantic redemption, then as reflection of societal ills. The consumptive prostitute, for example, could be a moral deviant redeemed by suffering and death. Redemption occurred not in the confessional, nor in the "last rites," but in consumption’s physical sacrifice. Alternatively, the prostitute could be merely a woman victimized by a corrupt society.
Opera perhaps provides the most powerful examples of romantic redemption through tuberculosis. The pallor and wasting, the burning sunken eyes, the perspiration-anointed skin—all hallmarks of the disease—came to represent haunted feminine beauty, romantic passion, and fevered sexuality, notions reinforced by the excess of consumption deaths in young women. Of several operas that deal explicitly with consumption, three (written within a 6-year interval but produced successively over the last half of the 19th century) show the evolution in thinking about the disease.
Verdi’s La traviata[The Straying One] is based on La dameaux camélias [The Lady of the Camellias], Dumas’ tale chronicling the life of Parisian beauty Rose Alphonsine Plessis (also known as Marie Duplessis, 1824–1847). Violetta, the heroine, is a courtesan whose loveliness is stereotypically enhanced and made unforgettable by progressive consumption. So strong was the expectation that women dying of consumption be beautiful ghosts that, at La traviata's 1853 premiere, the audience broke out laughing when Violetta, played by the ample soprano Fanny Salvini-Donatelli, was told she had only hours to live.
The plot of La traviata develops around the consequences of Violetta’s scandalous past, which prevents her marriage to an honorable man whose family objects. In the libretto (by Francesco Maria Piave), Violetta links Alfredo’s acceptance to a cure for her consumption. Referring to their separation, she asks, “Do you know the fatal ill, That attacks my life—to kill? That already draws the end? And you’d part me from my friend!”
Eventually realizing that redemption is possible only through death, Violetta withdraws to her former world to suffer and die for love: “If he knew the sacrifice Whereby love I atone—Knew that to my last breath I loved just him alone…." In taking her life, consumption also serves as a vehicle for atonement. Violetta dies redeemed in the eyes of Alfredo and his father, her labored breaths fading as she pleads: “Look at me! I breathe for you still.”
Produced only 28 years later (1881; the year before Robert Koch’s "discovery" of Mycobacterium tuberculosis), Les contes d’Hoffmann [Tales of Hoffmann] exhibits an important shift in thinking about consumption. In Hoffmann, the beautiful consumptive Antonia is treated by the charlatan physician Dr. Miracle. At the time of Keats’ death, in 1821, little could be done to treat phthisis; the physician's role was in prognosis. By 1881, the “medicalization” of consumption was in full swing, with diets, nostrums, regimens, and activity lists (all of little or no benefit).
By portraying Antonia as a victim of quackery, Hoffmann satirizes medical impotence. Further, the opera links Antonia’s consumption to her mother’s. Heredity as a possible cause of consumption (a popular concept before Koch’s discovery) appealed to the opera’s audience because it absolved the patient from guilt or shame. Heredity as cause may have also appealed to the opera’s composer Jacques Offenbach—both he and his son were consumptive. The libretto (by Jules Barbier and Michel Carré) seems also to presage a new medical concept, a mycobacterial neurotoxin postulated as the cause of spes phthisica after Koch’s discovery.
In Hoffmann, Dr. Miracle asks, “Well, this trouble she inherited From her mother? Still progressing. We’ll cure her.” As he forces her to sing, in what amounts to a musical exorcism, he notes, “The pulse is unequal and fast, bad symptom [sic]. Sing.” The ghost of Antonia’s mother, conjured by Dr. Miracle, calls to her, and she sings frantically, an artistic representation of her consumptive decline. Nearing death, she asks, “What ardor draws and devours me? I give way to a transport that maddens. What flame is it dazzles my eyes. A single moment to live, And my soul flies to Heaven.” Antonia is merely a victim, not burdened by sins that need to be atoned for. Unlike Violetta, she dies maddened by disease, without comprehending why and without making any moral choice.
By 1896, the cause of consumption had been discovered. Tuberculosis or TB (as the disease was now known to everyone) had also been definitively linked to poverty and industrial blight, child labor, and sweatshops. A contagious disease and shameful indicator of class, it was no longer easily romanticized in conventional or artistic terms. Public health efforts to isolate the infected and control their behavior were everywhere.
Giacomo Puccini’s La bohème (1896) presents tuberculosis as social commentary and features characters new to opera, street artists living with poverty and disease. The opera was fashioned from Bohemians of the Latin Quarter by Louis-Henri Murger, a young writer who also died of tuberculosis. The heroine, Mimì, is based on Murger’s friend Lucille Louvet. A poor seamstress portrayed as a fevered beauty whose allure is heightened by physical decline, Mimì loves a poor poet named Rodolfo. He first loves her in return but then abandons her, fearing he cannot provide for her and (possibly) fearing contagion.
In the libretto (by Giuseppe Giacosa and Luigi Illica), Mimì tells Rodolfo, “My story is brief. I embroider silk and satin at home or outside. I love all things that have gentle magic, that talk of love, of spring…the things called poetry. Do you understand me? They call me Mimì. I don’t know why. I live all by myself and I eat alone. I look at the roofs and the sky. But when spring comes the sun’s first rays are mine. April’s first kiss is mine, is mine! A rose blooms in my vase, I breathe its perfume, petal by petal.”
Later, in the winter cold, Mimì is reconciled with Rodolfo and dies beside him. In one of opera’s most enduring scenes, there is no attempt at metaphorical understanding. Mimì dies literally. No one is saved, no one is redeemed, and no larger point is made. Opera and tuberculosis have entered a new era, recognizable today, in which tragedy is seen as experiencing loss but is not understood in an artistic or philosophical sense. In the moments before her death, Rodolfo tells Mimì that she is “beautiful as the dawn.” “You’ve mistaken the image:” she corrects him, “You should have said, beautiful as the sunset.” Mimì dies surrounded by a philosopher, a poet, a painter, a musician, and a singer—the arts had become powerless against tuberculosis.
Even though new, La bohème’s approach of pointing the finger at society as the cause of human suffering was not unprecedented. An earlier example from literature is Victor Hugo’s Les misérables [The Outcasts], published in 1862. In the novel, the hounded protagonist (Jean Valjean) finds redemption in the child of a dying woman (Fantine) who had been forced by poverty into prostitution. Like Mimì’s in La bohème, Fantine’s death from consumption is portrayed as a consequence of social ills. Society, Hugo says, victimizes good people by putting them in hopeless circumstances.
Of Fantine’s death Hugo writes with a simple beauty that is eloquent even in translation. Like the “afterthought” the world had regarded the poor woman’s entire life, the paragraph describing her death is inserted almost randomly, in retrospect: “We all have one mother—the earth. Fantine was restored to this mother. [She] was buried in the common grave of the cemetery, which is for everybody and for all, and in which the poor are lost. Happily, God knows where to find the soul. Fantine was laid away in the darkness with bodies which had no name; she suffered the promiscuity of dust. She was thrown into the public pit. Her tomb was like her bed.”
In the same romantic context is Hugo’s earlier novel Notre-Dame de Paris(1831), which featured the grotesque and deformed “hunchback” Quasimodo. In those days, the principal cause of severe spinal deformity was Pott’s disease, tuberculosis of the spine. What Hugo knew of this condition can only be speculated, but as a leading poet, he would unquestionably have been familiar with the life of one of England’s greatest poets, Alexander Pope (1688–1744), a hunchback severely deformed in childhood by Pott’s disease. Bent to a height of 4½ feet, at age 47, Pope famously described “this long disease, my life” in “An Epistlefrom Mr. Pope, to Dr. Arbuthnot.” Quasimodo’s physical “otherness” is Hugo’s device for insisting we recognize his humanity, without judgment, in all its dimensions, good and ill.
Notre-Dame de Paris carries a simple message, one expunged from many films and operas made of the book. Hugo writes that long after the events depicted in the novel, workmen discovered two entwined skeletons, one of a young woman, the other of a man with a twisted spine. After La Esmeralda’s execution, the reader surmises, Quasimodo had gone to end his life beside the woman who had found him so repugnant. In death, his disfigurement and her beauty alike were dissolved in dust. All of Quasimodo’s actions, misunderstood by everyone else, are explained by love, as pure in the deformed, slow-witted bell-ringer as in the beautiful saint.
Operatic and literary examples show the romantic transformation of tuberculosis. Only rarely in the period before Koch's discovery was the disease portrayed realistically in artistic works. The most powerful example of realistic portrayal may be Tolstoy's Anna Karénina (1877). Apparently based on Tolstoy's own brother Nikolai, the novel’s character Nikolai Levin suffers an agonizing and vividly depicted death. "A desire for his death was now felt by everyone who saw him; by the hotel servants and the proprietor…by Maria Nikolayevna, Levin, and Kitty. [I]n rare moments, when opium made him find momentary oblivion…[he] expressed what he felt more intensely in his heart than all the others: ‘Oh, if only it was all over!’ or ‘When will this end?’ There was no position in which he could lie without pain, there was not a moment in which he could forget…And that was why all his desires were merged into one—a desire to get rid of all the sufferings and their source, the body." Unlike the prostitute whose death provided Jean Valjean's redemption, Maria was rescued from prostitution by Nikolai and nursed him when he was abandoned. As Nikolai entered the long descent into suffering and death, Maria's love was his only human connection.
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Science and Public Health
The Romantic Era of Consumption (1821–1881)
At the beginning of this period, the stethoscope was invented and used to diagnose phthisis, and statistics were compiled by population-oriented proto-epidemiologists (e.g., Louis-François Benoiston de Châteauneuf) and by clinical proto-epidemiologists (e.g., Pierre-Charles-Alexandre Louis). In the 1820s, contagion was beginning to coalesce into a modern concept, although it was not imagined in chronic conditions like phthisis. Science was beginning to understand the disease clinically and epidemiologically (not yet etiologically). It was left to the arts to make sense of misery and death in ways that turned otherwise senseless suffering into human dignity and hope, allowing consumption to reveal the innate worth even of prostitutes, the impoverished, and the socially outcast.
Discovery of Mycobacterium tuberculosis (1882–1952)
At the end of the 19th century, romantic notions about tuberculosis were replaced by scientific ideas and products: vaccines and therapies, rest cures, tonics, lobectomies, pneumonectomies, thoracoplasties, “artificial” pneumothoracies, phrenic nerve crushings, plombage, pneumatic cabinet treatments, and antiseptic injections into the pleural spaces. Surgeons packed the pleural cavity with fat, paraffin, and even Ping-Pong balls. In contrast to the arts, science and medicine were unapologetically prosaic.
Over a 70-year span, tuberculosis literally transformed Western society. Tuberculosis patients were excluded from many occupations. Married patients had to sleep in separate beds from uninfected spouses and were counseled to avoid sex and especially to not have children. Public health nurses visited door to door, sanatoria were built by the hundreds, and hospitals added tuberculosis wings. Cold water hydrotherapy, alcohol massages, and brisk rubdowns with coarse towels were prescribed. Millions of spittoons and cuspidors were placed in homes and public places. Patients’ bed linens were changed daily and were boiled and laundered separately. Handkerchiefs (for those who could afford them—cut-up pieces of muslin for the rest) were stuffed in pockets before leaving home, then disinfected or burned at night. Japanese “paper handkerchiefs” became popular, leading eventually to the modern “facial tissue.” Tuberculous women had to forego corsets and brassieres in favor of loose-fitting clothes. Life insurance policies added clauses canceling benefits for the tubercular, and hotels and landlords refused to serve them. Compulsory registration, immigration bans, and even interstate travel restrictions were debated. Suicides in towns with sanatoria increased.
Prevention efforts were put in place. National antituberculosis programs were led by U.S. presidents. Ubiquitous “ad campaigns” featured catchy tunes some called “jingles.” Architects designed alcoves to hide concealed spittoons in middle-class homes. Babies were no longer allowed to play on the floor, and mothers were told not to kiss children on the mouth. Some churches abandoned the “common” communion cup. "TB" and “x-ray” became household words. Streets were watered down before sweeping to prevent aerosols. Long “trailing” dresses went out of fashion because they dragged on the ground and picked up potentially infectious dust. Store candies and bakery loaves had to be wrapped; public libraries and their books were regularly disinfected.
Modern Times (1952–2002)
In the late 1940s and early 1950s, a truck cycled through neighborhoods to administer chest x-rays, and schools provided “tine tests.” Patients sat in big sunrooms off hospital wards, semi-erect in lounge chairs, wrapped like mummies on an ocean cruise. Family members disappeared for long periods—off to sanatoria for “rest cures.” People bought Christmas Seals, and spoke in a slight hush when they mentioned “TB.” As a medical student in the 1960s, I remember the second patient I ever examined. Born in 1879, she had undergone a right phrenic nerve crush, sometime around 1910, surviving tuberculosis to the age of 90.
The 1950s represented the cusp of a new era in which drug treatment would end tuberculosis visibility in industrialized countries. People still read Thomas Mann’s The Magic Mountain(1924), which was set in the real-life sanatorium in Davos, Switzerland, but less to learn about tuberculosis and more to understand the “Sanatorium Movement.” The modern tuberculosis era began around 1952 with antituberculosis chemotherapy, but more die of the disease today than in the 19th century. Medicine and public health have answers but lack the will to apply them. Tragedy now derives not from unknown evils out of our control but from known evils we do not control.
Art is redemptive. Even in modern times, when artistic expression seems to have moved to other causes of human suffering, occasionally dramatic irony sneaks backstage to comment on the empty theater of tuberculosis progress. In 1967, a woman born in India, acclaimed a great actress in such roles as Anna Karénina and Scarlett O’Hara (Gone with the Wind), died of tuberculosis. Starring at the time in a long-running play, Vivian Hartley (stage name Vivian Leigh) began to experience cough, then fever. Within a few months she was dead. The accidental irony was pure “theater.” The play was Chekhov’s Ivanov. Vivian Leigh, a wealthy woman dying of tuberculosis, was starring in a play about a wealthy woman dying of tuberculosis, written by a wealthy physician dying of tuberculosis. One may imagine that when art fails to imitate life, life may have no recourse but to imitate art.
Odysseys
In the early 1980s, I realized a boyhood dream, to climb an isolated peak called Mount Vaea, on the remote South Pacific island of Upolu, in what is now Western Samoa. Around that time, one of my patients, born on a Pacific island and admitted to my American hospital for tuberculosis, had walked up to the nursing station for some trivial purpose and in the middle of a conversation with the nurse, had suddenly opened his mouth to an explosion of arterial blood that shot across the room, overflowed like a waterfall to the linoleum floor, and caught him in its plumes as he sank downward and died—suffocated or drowned.
A century earlier, in 1880, coughing blood and dying more slowly, Robert Louis Stevenson fled his consumptive sentence. He escaped to Davos, to rugged sea-swept Speyside, and to sunny Marseille. All the while, he worked on the great books we still read all over the world, Treasure Island,Kidnapped—novels of escape.
Surviving a succession of hemorrhages, Stevenson climbed hills and sailed oceans, following the medical advice of his time. In New York, he stayed at Saranac Lake, America’s most famous sanatorium. In San Francisco, he was farther from home than he had ever been. Still the hemorrhages and wasting continued. Escaping ever farther, he went to Hawaii, lived in a grass hut, and told stories to the King and Queen. He went on to Sydney, Australia, where he had additional hemorrhages, and at last to Upolu. Tuberculosis nevertheless continued to consume him. He wrote every day, suffering sudden hemorrhages, waiting to be “weaned from the passion of life.”
The doctors said it was a stroke that felled him in December 1894. The 44-year-old Stevenson was placed on a bed in the middle of the room. Family and friends beside him, his Samoan “family” kneeling in a circle all around, the great Tusitala, “teller of tales,” took a last breath. A council of chiefs was called, appointing 40 strong men to carry out Stevenson’s final wish. They carried his body up to the top of the highest mountain and buried him in the place he had chosen.
Although I have visited the place several times—once dragging a famous epidemiologist barefoot up the mountain—it was the first time, 20 years ago, that I remember most clearly. I reflected then that in 1891, when Stevenson had escaped to Upolu, tuberculosis was still a disease of wealthy industrial nations. To run from it, Stevenson had to leave behind everything else in his life: family, friends, mother country, home, comfort. He fled to the very end of the earth.
Now, more than a century later, tuberculosis has escaped to the places where its victims once sought refuge, the one-time colonies of Western nations. The disease destroys the poor and underprivileged as it once destroyed the wealthy—95% of cases and 98% of deaths occur in the developing world. Its ravages are worst in the Pacific Islands. I wonder if the victims, who are too often beyond the reach of Western cures, have their own operas, poems, or plays to explain their predicament. I wonder where they escape. Do their escapes, like Stevenson's, lead only to resignation and surrender?
On top of Mount Vaea, at 1,500 feet, a small promontory shows the blue Pacific in a broad sweep. Facing “Magic Mountain” half a world away, you see a blue curtain above and below the horizon. At night, the sky is indeed wide and starry. The Southern Cross sparkles wildly, too low and too close to be celestial. The sarcophagus, placed at the highest point, is of white plaster, like the walls of the European hospitals and sanatoria Stevenson had fled. The plaque is of shiny brass, so that even in the moonlight, sometimes even in the tropical starlight alone, it is possible to read the words engraved on the side of the tomb. It is Stevenson’s “Requiem,” the poetry of his last resigned step in a long but unsuccessful flight.
Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me:
“Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.”
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Princess Volupine extends/A meagre, blue-nailed, phthisic hand/To climb the waterstair
(Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar, T.S. Eliot)
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