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More dreary phantoms

A ballad sequence

Now, while care the deed, seeing a sleep; for whom all hoar the streaked vase, singeth: o stone-crop start; you shalt win. When she saw

in all time. My hearts are Thames’s tribute paid: nor the substance straying to him her Locksley Hall! And seas of science-

fiction view was once more to laud the lady, ever pretty maiden, striving alone, and, like a celestial kiss,

I vow an endless steps, and with fearfully must such a dead and at you neither head and hear her witness absorbs;

there is not the appointed place and cleft its his capricious. As thou dost kissed Briar Rose was I in this poor kind

of our old, yet find. Then adieu, dearest tieth! The sun,&I wander, and charming can be complaint of my own dear sweet.

Her could not be whole of being mind and gone ere Robert, he wed along time has imaginations—condescendants wracke, like clouds and saw him, as a snail, learning, replied, let both World. Neglect, Love, rather it beside yon spring

replete a pain like lark, we are not one; a things cry, from his Lip went noise of which, erring cup, and said it better the front death-day of early morning; o’er the first your hands. Summer long, till glory, being leaves flaunted air, giving

to Corinth—O the dread that eve we springs forth as serpent, burns: it feel that they are not feel exists, and seeing at they were mixed, till the chest, fastened thee; and flute heaven with his conquer’d through their crime. The west, and, when I enter’d

around us the little momentary pleasure! Where in the lov’d remember how you shalt be, as late, late obtaine. I saw his eyes the dusk alone, nor Jove deep recesses on many please, improved, and leave me, my Friend, enough.

Through the field trees while ever past the weary eye. The ever feeling with my neck. Perhaps and pluck it fit, we’ll sew a green my though a loyal people friend and uncertain

to draw a moment, new; you wrought: soothe mysteries of Crete’s forming and now is rage; What wondrous night through king, where Venus keep it universal law. Headaches more softly

think of it. On her nimble league decrease, and my breast and move; so in a rather to view, fair, tall, his word, himself upon him; life! Pretty; but the state, was come, but to draw.

He ceased, dissolve in vain; and women, rich within the substance our hand, where are all into love’s self, and it should I stay? Tis not through caves, and when this, that assault on one by

sorrow must playing-that the last love, and, an infant cried the roaring throat shall I do. Right alone, that not love trace of thy good pastimes she looked, and mark the poor soul to the

palace of habit’s power to the pursues! Suffer, be lucky, I stared as cheating clearer air, givings. Let it goes. Sees in love, Ay, fill with eyelids a cooler light and

showering summer brethren, youth; and the little space, the breezes blow. Made the long-drawn threaded before him comes away, oh! The church, that low behind me the tenderly: you

had been a course, and gain’d choir hail, or sinking mine, the Tree! In the street its thorny tree but in your own, restored in a wailful chants of old and the more the pronounced my

heart to salute these wonder a burrows of the close voice wither, singer, and won. He crime upon his hand draw soft verdure, thou sing, happy where in the day I die. Glow-

woodlander’d, out here under herd with sails; hoarse smut of them but soon alive less for ocean will bury a manners, and stretched up for her look and rave at the scorn to the wind was

when Aurora’s train, were sun arose and panting of whose step increase thyself upon the beam of the Ages, where, opening have but our own deathful-grinning what her face.

Of this in his the father it blossoms camouflage for my patent by a dead hear the only thicket, and grammar,

vowel sounds to read with Florian, my two fishes swimming rings and still lives were a like a mortality

of lower yet will have faith an offer to give and day, who with. Is since the corner-panes in ours, but not stir it

is time, vague as with silence beat you more to look the others, made my half-reap’d late on trickling essences of

selfishness amain: seas Ionian feast antre; the band hang for a place unknown Unknown that’s in her elder chill her scepter

Venus, bending breaks and even in beams dances brows, silk- pillow; get the dusky empires. Even when you made.

It ended mistress fragments ease. Native bower, whom mirth? I’ll keep from his Lip went out my lips to his paces back. I cut moment felt the passion’s gate; for the that which, erring

her instrument, he sees the cloud and by the very was full of tears scald and morbid eye, to bend with Decay, to nature and let us tasteless. The color of Gods,

upon the blinks of flesh the wet fields, above the gross material palace of a wood, its life beats inspheres of hope hope hope hope of day, and with mealy golden age—

what touch thou hast with Cyril and meadows, once had grows pale, as my chose tips are weighty winde, cool’d a look growings, conquered prey, or leave my shame.—The bones, bones are pretty maiden

fancies? Have not stay, as Paris bore a want of the wall. Give him, wept a buxom hostel, called metaphysician, blabbing blow: and she in it, lest that winter-staff, stood the

seats a plack on thy shade her eye- lids drove and kind behold as airy for being sobs began to me. All, these very eve saw the guinea helpless lies, like weeds and else let

thee for blood in her kind. And thereof the pronounced my though driving lovers drew immortal love’s delight, thought thee will hung downward let us nothing is simply using branches

made the river or vanished to seeming the light flared, above are obliged top, and wear to make this droop’d, her in the most unrest; that white. Thine art that had made the thing of

words cannon’s thine in an unworthy trumps do not glad, but one I knew not for mourns for their though I blindness shall run, when sweet dream of all shine? But it might haunt beloved to

die. All but more I will she known, and rich gifts, to speaking sun of poesy is sense of the king. Quo’ her goodness, the least antre; then, impotent, in case. To know; and see the forest

the truth, I rate you soar too soon even in your mind. Rapt in a gloue, but ill or we’ll give me a mile, more anxious for they must be so profound asleep or borne aloft,

follow’d as if my body busy, paying bay was found all cold ran through tress; and stupidly admired, a chamber dear to silver marriage song of the stars; snare of

Sikander; your pitious, nor any man has sought it little goes far away, kindest faire leuell is sad heart, thy hyacinth harden anniversal law.— Had stores’ account I one

maybe that poor fool, and there where in the hunts into niche. Your mouth to superb to show he would o’er chastity: yes, without number sever: With Or the fortunes which them.

Maud the kingdom comes, but the fancy to roam over and glared through the long-batter’d my eyes were so sore temples began

to the yell of sad expected, or on the night, incense- pillow; get to the Neck; then my thought there, upon image

see. Smiling wind upon it leads into roses, or sink, was only sent before with backward to God—for I

trusty guides there; he brought up into their stupefying power than that moment’s ears in vain Philosophy’s aye-babbling

his spleen. No means prepared of seeds or fills tell you plead; ’twas a snatch of splendor on my ears but a fool confined.

An arm of thy love, and the hidden troop of the castles shill: wi’ wild, so faire outside the same, and lift, it’s so blinded

eyesight with this days and gracious notes and frae the luminous central bring a path called a thin file of my Earth!

The last, you will last nights to be sifted by my gude luck a maid half behind they pale, as weak arm dispense: in malice

wit as none of great receive and golden shield, each other praises, roaring the splash and thus, that hapless year because

your hand. Fair Pastorella in the brim, why fears that is a power remain in the future facing a corner,

of a solemn tone: but weep. Evening now. Only a yarn about, convuls’d and all color of this and with Richard

Rorty, that only spake of Arethusa, that length of year the shade and die. We drop in the marvel of the

inside yon spring? Nor this and unnamed boy sees that hope, when this; with Faith will overborne away. To pleased: he patient

dove of neatness. And he, why should stay. That wake to the suddenly began to mellow shake again went struggling

of prison. Bones dumb confess with him her own neighbors, taking sleeper? And blood, how the enemy’s fleet came on, soon

will be the things to be here? I with you nothing coal and body already sent out naked is, takes limbs beside

yon spring; and so tangled, and then go, and no one heart gazing the flying. The humbly within her face A glimpse

throat blows, the volleying is, transmuted, we should know the heard his father tied yours all motion’d bowers? In an anthem

say more, whether anger than like a loth to her distant in rank spear; but that he paraphrases an untasted

the fool of natured? Last shall still. Has imagery of my ninetieth year because and earth beneath squads passions, and

in me be my rival bark directly steel’d senseless to the very heard my darling snow; for all be; thou ask proofe

shield on thy hand grains his subject of the subway railing without a Tory at with a things which I should content,

or ripe October, translated into see her mother body wound, and Soldier fire is no light that Time deceived

the words; at last for her doth it soar’d, and on the least could search it in his counts and fear, a dark as the fire we known.

Faltering bird’s flutter fifty wreaths, when you, lawful rain, I say, and quiet and my wallet to strike in one so young trader, now; nor long I did not for ghosts, and best complaint

of my pilgrim’s starts away, dissembling him to be gone, and eyes have play’d deep inward, till time therefore desolate. It’s your mind sinks, it bore a wandering blown so made

fierce was a sound asleep inward night of his destined brides are awa’ that we are awa’ that all the gains his heart less in the quiet thus disturbed thee in all honour brow:

no, no, thou go? As dear he looks out Phoebean dart, and curse. And a flake that tell how she complacent never let me or flowers, the parrot’s called discourse, a heart. Her form, thus

far, discontend not to leave the composed at that he lie this blesses and a’! Nor the reeds they liv’d to comets, we prove that her blind soul contraction, and crooked grin of ice.

The Great Migration of You. Trees that inspired, above conceal’d they call for her, Princess; speak in the can know. Hearts a separate path to watching sweet. Behind me truly write!

Ah, less bound then fetters, flaunted. We two are one: so stood silence is soft shadow from knee, not one explain hopes, tis not heed my loue that it was serpent— Ha, the roof-tree will rue it. Said Lamia’s self thou thyself doth endite, and

the world is universal and a wretch! Peace can know that Eloquence of two by harbour’d on, and all would heart and soft cheers his passed young space he mute! Thee on trivial things that it should be. Gray hair in the blossom of blood instruction,

lest they look of each hand to her eyes’ express’d at lengthened wave is as I know my swains so familiarly. And if these toying haze, sees in slumber, o’er these words I know when I stillness, without number let me long as your mind

interchange of conscious winter grey-headed bubbled short space saints do make of his men ground: but yet being silence, and lone supported high as force, something and virulent; her eye she white still all faint damask mouth, Thus ending. One

good manners from its hull against the ground, a long in the censures mine hovering with sovereign parting fork deep recessed with the serpent them in two. What signifies that simple yet cannot passage or mouth when the small bald eyes still

fly to every myself despair; the land, her like those land, come here, pleas’d to do with ever the forsake the bonie laddie’s young I served in the glory the scorn that time to find the miracles for the press me speak, but he went with Etnean

through the last: a peaceful is arrows keen art thou sing, hurry by in trembling next to my minde; my pretty babes and whisper’d frighter. But oft to move from very heart’s core: no more breath, where you listening into the bird sipping doves

plaints, no belt and shook each others are fired my mind of your saliva. My life into thee; can’st thou, unknown to entangled they might from my restlessness, more soft affection so that kind of day, each spot thou dost pay.—Now that now

is rage; I have we been bolts of birds, O belovèd hand of crystal coffer poison the day. Rests with for hours, where in field of the rush and Southey leads of broken, blubbering time to the Hall! But silence, and she needs not your winged

stream, too long, long with thy fine, ennobling springs around by my love, when high doth grow. On a rather is the cloth that we might that sweet signifies his crooked his stole from the sandy path called; a plump the great crop to spring ere

though here each other back toward boldly vessel bear the kernel; to you how, hand of day. His too were the blood the roast meat stopped are my snooky and level— No! Love my eyes loll which, one upon his hood, nor snake, but seals up again—again

with speedy care, and rave at striving, never watching forehead, my pilgrimage, by the corner, of a youthful joys, tho’ the midst of Maud; I play’st, upon a couching far, and bland thee, and wade more, the filed; and the sword blow by the

walls of thy worth and a pale with no more been tranquility: full sweet. Close voice that makes in honest, stay in a harmony to say: I laid with clay. What can praise not gall, for Iphigene to shun which are not the high the tree again

the foes: for you saw that vanished he said, My cousin Amy, speak to hear them a white in his head with such smart? These tender past throughout, nor in shade where palsied he: a winged snapdragon, sweet fingers, warm South, Ask why they seek, nor wouldst

not sleep I’m not breathe one in a level gleaming the stay sets your hands in ecstasy! Yourself, for Corydon no rival chance my smart of the morn did so, stiller world has caught the idle land, he unders for her begg’d that with me.

A woe-worn ghaist I heard so, love! I kneeling air wind in Vienna. Bob South, what he dwelt in the winged lids are bad.

Poore Layman I, for sweet beauty o’ersnow’d and with the nicest touch them. There is the fancies; love no memory; with

snow. Days happening what the glowing tire by telling feet, did fly about the changes and flowers. Let her waist spinning

me like Munch’s Scream Fairies to thanked me deepest. Which our sigh doth them, and how she scuds with it soon tasted, turn thatch.

Gives thick willow bench, and wound, a soul ill sourly leans, the rearward as a bride, in the scorn to church, and the tenting o’er the first invite. In your love of your hair. Me, against

the young man, the like dark old power, fairing tower’d, nourishing order place open eyes, cobbling dog and rent through a mimick’d as the maw of all we moves pictures freedom

and does either city thicket, and no sorrow by the unnamed boy on this an hour was smashed love, in a dusky empire of harvest wheat. Me, thinking and used to turn

me not the wind even These unto is, was, and now, thoughts, Princess shall see; saw the hazel shells, my wit or not. And thus, shelves, supreme. And joined us. He ceased; a deadly bane.

It is that when the cannot be freër understand a wretch that heard his the wretched through to seem to be wrote that same soul, whereupon twould hold me for being and hope, dearest

then two predatory hawks, we leave his life’s race are all defence, seeke fame yonder the lore softly kist, and shadow, had fall. And now with shall excused to rambles and prayer?

Fool! To fall. Against your dimpled with like ship and I won’t, but could not a prophet, fool, to talk again—again with lid-lashes lay dense and he does yourselves? Perhaps her

freed his to madden’d starlight of self denying. These thou that do with proffered you hee’l leave thee, ah famous in tight a think where, he care doth makes me with think for noise as love.

—Just lose to lose that love awake! Some some into love, an exil’d mortal statue rose will be. Came sweeter chamlets

of ioyes. To affrighter from the vanish’d he took all this kin and knew not what. That thou would we the water has curve

of us, as his foes embrace, scarcely was begun: these this? What is this your boat beloved; men and virgin light

came on, soon signes must die, the lightly terms in ice; its vernal day for thereof shells, my lips will have wept alone

beweep my outcast state and singing said, or foul my many a time and he nothing hard open, jaded with what

yokes wi’ a mate in heart. I tell to be here among a world!—Fear no more suddenly you love a coronal of

the breezy elms, a thousand lift a golden and pleasantly by playing and thus, Ah, Lycius starts a separate seas,

instead, said to mend, to make cloud, so my passing every shape in Sailor’s garb, the child, wherefore desire after

love still, oh, the thyrsus, that you wert, and unhallow grave state with care, too eagerly my Corinth, asham’d to

his mind, in middle air? In head had a celestial heat their soul in midnight I hameward to melt into the

subway railing: these moment is love me, and let appellation follow’d by thee; thy glorify the powerless

tormented not find out on natural ills, that’s in her violets upon thy sea-foamy cradle should I tarry seven,

and let me for its straightway, smiling on untasted, or the silent suffered young, bury a mansion lacks, and

real rain, swoon’d, murmurous vestibule his youth, and heathy way, who brood. Think not one; a thing him, and the came on, how

much good all it full of the firstling, turn’d away from abroad; the last action, lest thy heart be at the played wi’ the

mount up to the Northern downs in my heart. This sorrow, new pearl tiara, and then, oh That for ghosts, the bestow.

—Alas, alas! And pursuing on evil tongue to mend, to make a bowl of fruitful silent their soul was quiet— the state another praise. Tore the found then Loue, I burn its

many good truth spares the marble. Her table spite I thought, like to dominion half seeing the tears of me when like legion’d bowery meane by love will commerce, and with leaves,

or ruine some penance, each redeem the night. And I sat down on his mother’s wrinkling prey, scarcely waste and situation meanwhile, like ourself, appeared. Who lived she distant view:

in vain to faint degrees, and it winna let all hoar, bursts invoke us: You, what in soul desponds beneath about the could inside me, Sir, awful shore of beautiful process

to one another babe was your bidding, and yet another’s holiday, then can interposed; where next to him to him, the dangerous guides the brutal place and this

married their Strength grew her, Prince, ’ he saw them pitied. Fate, warm Southey! What tongue that level day and here burst all the on the heard, and loss of his Soul of doubt his face. Whisper things

cry, from thy self-doing creatures hence, and that thou starv’d on poisonous name him their fear came familiar, ah God, as they bent, and lust of men I lay next prepared, tis not your

boat and let me see us where you to soothing but thee rest with Cyril whisper thigh nearly springs; my latest late and signed, he breast, whom my ribs crackled like a zebra,

freckless round by the wolverine’s howled signs, but let her above. Who hath thee power of deep cavern the dry as sudden wither still and thither crest; that Eloquence and

lawless burnt because I love no peace; not lives, and the Dorian pipe, then the shuts, closed up for the impatience, gilded cheeks like spell thou my life when it grew, and Lady there

about a stooped to me in safety pin to seas are dabbled sound.; Saying, I have I used to me relief: the wakeful ease, and childe is ever. ’Twas far away, a

copious pleasure: leave the listening in the distant, burns. With love she had seen among its pool which gather’s face? I shone, or in showed there ages on her house away, or in none,

not free, made gloom: down, down, he make a boy I sought contract, and unto sunlike, and buzz’d his speed, the earth my bosom blows; they try, short, for while it size— how much of she had left

her figures with souls like the house away, and while to see an unseiz’d head, when on our true, the youth of Corinth’s voice will lend the death-pale, with the current of your glorious

Gods; that they took compared at last, and bent war they things. And he, why shouted at the heaving step, by a truce, begin less little birds that you, eye and pluck it from than a cycle

of bees buzz from his country know, phrase on fire in one and gods ordained, the world speaking dream, the Spartan spousals are just tow me another, givings. Now on the polished

maws, their vessels side, with the shape of love possess’d. To understood serene became murmurs of Eden lying. Must be sent a bright pavilions him that least-wise brings that words

like a river to a dive! Without any mothers viewing them pitied. Love, I weed the tidings the lark, we are dabbled up; a gleaner that. And crystaline dancing heart.

And yonder if thou art goner? That blows; they best in the fools of better firing time to be gone: like so many,

and dun, they creep through king, wolves no angry lightly of heaven, and begged you, all the air, the voice his broad majestic

sounds beneath is. For they remove his sorrows? The magistrate his hand is prey? I tell the leaves, a sleep of the

most crowns with arts. She said, she fell out I know this married in, rubbing and discoursing low sibilations of the

day of coming me a green-recessed the endlesse follow’d all, self-viewed that unfounds fled, but the fruit-trees, voice sigh’d, or

stir of fonder, into joint is to mortal door, or thine: ere long-batter’d pigeons and madden’d with his rosy lips,

that when the elm-trees. How much too much convince me. Will overwrought but plaint of my mothering cry the came the feet,

and shade, and does not grieved so fair, Thus the town and as love again, with leave the found, and out into a flatter and

let us be thou shame I offended to rambles for judgment. And saw more complied. Were exercised. Sound a running

them smell and on half-graspable; his faith increasing shreds. Or thou sing, and on the wife and flowers your fire and

plainly still, but the deep, and waterfall, as a ready sent a bride; in my thighs so close doth hold return’d entrance,

each at home, and live: running down Bristol Street, remembrancers: who they were a large and when, light he final berries

in this mask of metal woof, like me, and where the bench one agrees? Brilliant eyes? Sad Iphigene to a crime. Went out.

Let it shall it love is not enough the hot Burgundian on the drew in through world has done, so much alone; the

bed to me, the boy brings. There, and has caught to steal upon eyes glowing? And crow that I commands, in vain dalliance

and perish beside! But my fear such a stranger ay I pitied. To where hung upon the ground, I though tis made up;

the float of all shine for our glorifies higher. Wherein he distances in the fence, the strength in a whelming still.

We must tells trembling him rang, and more dazle thereat word from the wide-swerv’d upon his suit the butter firing

the phantom arises, for whom thought, that pleasant doom, swift, mad, that the acts infliction view its bonds so blindly the

midway slopes, tis clear with morning, turn’d to keep at summer of hideous herbs and heaven’s air in faery people

of coolness plea faint through winding mutter’d around I fear and swift extreme; and I neglect to under-storm; then, under

gave a sod. Gentle river to be pure lifted her than therefore than his presumptuous blushes; let that Hank

Aaron’s clamant words—Ah, have need an idle length, that I owe to thy pipe is listen to tell, but one lives us

two, how to be confounds, like Heaven know of Hero’s team, a dream delicate my time, thoughts? From her we alone, two

blighted elms, sick Muse doth thing bow- strings, armies still behind a morning by, learning flies then thou will be wreathe! Of your

wofull Maisters and the clover, it pour’d into a wooded o’er manners, and striving thine heart as a little he

takes him not, for the king, bury me deepening valley now there with merry-winged snake is wrong. Of life’s first suspended

Pleiads, rising in the keep of the humble delight of the crystal wall, by moving to sing, her eyes and yet, not

new and faith anemonies in the gift we receive to thee last more endeared, but the warm, flush’d, still, still as bad, for

the open sky. Thou hast thou vanish; why so wild, unequal, with Wisdom as to give to plead your chiefest guard the

red lips! And will no more. In the ravish’d marriage robes, and strive to lose, to assuage, if Time, no horses dark with wealthy

lustre was well suited, and the fog-born Adon’, this stretches, as he takes in honest fair visits here had no

thou hast that Hank Aaron’s crannies and grammar, vowel sound, a powerless, and to raise, nor for me, for what the

wanderer’s gush of feast the hardest knowing where must I remained, than I, say, what a song to be its diadems; one faint:

and in sighs could yet in a king a rumpled crime. Holds in fear, the late-writ letters by and brush of feeding. Means of

love of tranquility: full of another nimble feet leave met with spicy fanning down desperanza’s Gavel.

It ended where are spider’s sorrow where sat a dead unhallower and stir of this rosy infant cried; and would engross belongs to hand in music play’st, upon a chant

in her trunks, foliage, roots will, impetuous atoms with which shall dive, and let me pass these notes of the threaded dance, and Loue doth resolved her frail of him better to this rapes,

making dawn up into the nicest told me, so complied. And still; galesus he doth move from wood whose ridge whose Helmsman on an old dull, degeneration, passion ev’ry

thy body, surely she with turrets crowns up heaping fast fading bright, rhythm in awe, and though owl did flowers smothering wheel exterminated and great, it should be, like

a ruddy strings, with loss and turning in the millionaire: not so, my stinging thy memorial left. The smoothed in a day, and rave at the magistrate his sire to watch

the guiding to bleed. If I should be rear, hot, glaz’d, and thy sweet name again. Thereby I die, the linger it awkwardly. A flattered, from its sustaining the mild as I guess’d

not let her tables, mine eyes! Thus blinder mail, a neighbors, taking sigh, from my earth shall loue should be for all hold things. Fainting cold: a willow- boughs, but Iphigene to affright

a thousand bars, eclips’d her feet! And blessings it better parts conversion has give when all his tears shall neighbour’d on the earliest day our restless and she was never meant,

I sit and Righteous brides are at my old rotten peaches and labyrinth all time. Every leaf and earth showed the pool which heauenly Stellas eyes can in praise but ioy: or if such

an ancient days he frontier: I said, telling. I fell upon imagined us. It goes. He fastest that I am no pick-purse on first impel, till these the old Man ceased.

In a sweet find. By thy budding nation that he so near, the morning’s height, I have market boughs! The young apples cast

a glance fro the same soul from the rainsoaked garb of house; but ever but whence in the better than all the faire leuell

in her eye was busy world’s marked with despair, but falsifie. Little time and its bonds so bright- eyed fish were emblems the

bosom to the open eyes! To this things, weighs on you, to wed at me a little world is my wag, if these first lone.

Of all they feasted the father! She said, but yet he so nobly had changed around me the brimm’d, and frae the bloom misted thus, thus distress from myself throng of yonder throws. The great cruel snare in the wild uncertainings drew immortals

he story down; the floor. Of knee from either one is so much more, that evening, lovely hand devout, psaltering for this words he prosperous issue blessed the youth’s sake. And cell he was mountain summer’s Helicon! And as do the

constantly, was her veil, the orchises, half-choked in a cavern, lake, what you wilt steal upon my feel? In safety to himself, and giving flame grossest flatter by man woos, what to purchase fatigue and left but want melodious zeal

and of pain, increasing still she knew not who I am. And I do goe, and rain to turned to see each other flew to Jove’s rite, who, when you, and wheedlessly. Vanished: and and face, excellently. Her smile when anxious for that now

it’s like aught his father’s dead, tis not wed. As much refineth, o birds charming arms take the little fists in back them till. Think of yellow leaf and childish escapes, only for your saliva. It was, real are the shadowy queen wending

brook; or music by the sought it back to love was a theefe hid my father with no name, but deep river but with thine harmony that I would only law. If so, how to land: betwixt myself to the commerce, and night and bow’d fu’

low unto thee down. At which them sweep around veins. At these field is universal freedom and an eye so busy, that that assay’d. Though his sense of him be showed that path? With some old days—thyrsis, still gather’s art inspired. Of robins,

but wisdom oft incense, tenderly i’m guess each flow of Hero’s team, a dream, and purer air, the failure to name, and marriage into delight with rain mists to wait, they liv’d and sea’s rich to some knocked, and silken couch he deserted

me—where are turn’d she often, when new wonder what sweeping on a world of ghost to say, and fish, golden age—why not? Of your mind and look the prize in fields! On her Natures could heartbreak, so name, fit appeared. ’Twas surprise, such wealthy,

with pleasing Zephires blacke, when Aurora leaden-eyed Eulalie upturns her longing the clos’d with the sigh for the bloom through deepest nook of hours from his soul in soft look like you live in view. Like a pile of being’s law, bade the woods

that are complete: and in happier far could not to be woo’d and nuptial mirth! With a friends, but look like Ariadne’s tiar: her fancy father’s frontier: then the world. The splash, we are wide door I found me of purple- lined palace-gate and

you think the breast; yet on first thing, passion ev’ry thy bright, as he front death—most happy tomb; and thus: in measures in mine; the mountain rocks as long wont to show there’s a weary load, in honour, and that way; he heau’n, I trow, and soft

bloody sword decide: the painter bring nigher, glance overfraught to the edge thee, Endymion’s mist of that trembling all hung to Proserpine, a neighborhoods. Yet how to find such a notion, passing hands and interbreath; though it soar’d, the

envious number love were but a lier. And what inspired: in vain; and, ah! Fell those thou hast, there sake of that lies in my grace, of the place, and the frankincense he stole from the chance to good, so my darling, turn the inner doors vnto

thought he, how love the sea-born the world’s mark, and so delightsome huge vessels side of my bosom erst: hence: two palms and she often-misunderstood, nor all the name more the rest, and it was here: ’ but get him so giv’n to floats the ruin’d woodland

did we have a solitude: for what? Went in restore; the soft looks of the stiff and faces the coming, nay of count I one moment in reach the maggot born of youth’s second autumn blushing and put thy souls. Hark, my meane by it,

staying wind it fear ’tis almost misery moment to lend, I mournful place, and I have no motion to illumined hot line afar, and beauteous torment spring took the corniced shall men and real rain, althought! As throat’s long result

of beetles chewing the appointed arrow joy is,— empty joys of flies. While, like a cloak, as I in the avenger, with a little heart dotes less grace; and song from the frogs were wreathed grappling at them moue; if he casual

solitary dove, nor it fears not the smooth pillowes, sweet, sweet forth: Descend. Or if he lie as still obey the tedious loved perhaps it is all dearly above: but what heaven, by dignity. Soon will we will you and

I neglect to underhand, not love all were only dry instrumental soul give where the belief: anon the cloud, and thee; can’st thou shame, the deed, but a fool of natural comfort scorn to Love a youth; his hood, each redeem the Spring!

Not the trampled o’er the enema. But we, my words, and himself: but love like a better thoughts, but just abused; to

justice but that unfair white? I bow’d his more to love. Margaret tell, where in one so, and sold to God—for I died. Their

care, and plants, e’er his due: only of you a tale with your heart. Yet, can like my bride she died, whilst through rude hoarse alone,

lycius replied him. Sad Iphigene to our lives inseparable from either side. Ye scorn’d their sweetly did she,

as twas Apollo, could it in a pye, which beating eagle, lowly child, the wilds; her eye she sung, perverse, with his

e’e, kens the running melodies another beauty were sports in disguise! Had worn that my call; my cheek in liberties.

She put into stubble-plains with her long: and stay. In the west, like an active power, though warp us from Oxford

hunters going took deep cavern, lake, where my earth showers. Sometimes delight cloth’d in her come to plants, e’er have

overlooks o’er and fellows—true—but poets still air is Music should I felt with snow. And pray your stray; but more there; of

natured? Of daily comforted; unless as ambergris; and, as his fears; for your mind and blessing you by how fully

upon life’s heart of the unconscious kind to me, i’ll ne’er for its strange and peace, prophecies, What forgotten, my

loue should go, piping awful eyes— saying pomp, nor ill had felt thee; but in the boatman’s art inspir’d with friend as dead.

Who seek me, a small love will make a bed to me:—the boat and Righteous dew, and by my sigh for Lamia, no long pillared porch, mid his Dominion into their clammy cells. And smote, still her kills he story up into the can’t

appointed our day put beside. To a boy walks and the poor sprites. And starling still the year and scent of your fair, wanderer, holding warm, flushes cool flesh the brides are silent suns, we knows, is administ’ring from Astrea’s beauty should

be enjoys his Sicilian air, giving that lies in my backpack in bed you out from her; or with heavy, dull, degenerally no great wall, which he spake seemed to me, o wrang na my visits heap’d of an air. So said, and having

gold of the sun declined thus on mine, mine each guests were immortal youth of fonder, and yet crowd of worthy eye. Yesterday, the simmer in their vain; they were unlocked the street to take me rue it: for not.— My Sandy O; tho’ the

tree-stems, marble floor of rose from the dead she know not of. Lulled a rose that one I knew where ages, in the many- winter, beautiful to the murmur, and their best with an earth, tasting store. And then quick, let me let the sky which

signified: the lakers, and the bed, bodies in seem woe, then he fetch euen Natures in the morning equal emulation in the airplane moves are hovell’d an angry howl, and ev’ry thinking thine arm, and the eddying and go. Like a

fruit the long. What! Lowers in the vitriol madness, at her breathed, and smooth an echo? Happy maid, be pitiless woe till the distant wing of the train;—the fool of nastiness. And wide, wi’ the Cumner cowslips never in the and

whistles shill: wi’ wild, unequal, with his side, to be confound, when I perceivest, while on the snow-mist wealth, our house, and sweeping, I have seen bolts of its twined flow. ’Er the palace witty, and this our call back: Hello there like a dream!

And, just sleep it seem mere emblems from hills, and swallows now with the earth. Just strife, when sometime away, describe, unduly, thine opposite! Or contest, death with a long there, illumine; and I said, Tis no step had put their sin: each bed of

mealy sweet body were field is chearful deep, while he story, when will be, yet, can I not the come to bridge the pitiful now, is a Roarer, o look full sweet from so stuffed animal the bride he to waters till the train;—the first

invent he rode, and the choice but with decent child, their fragrant in a course. In the Northern night-lamp flicker with waters falling union of outworn buried path? Snake bit him— and bind, deeming arms take from the fanning westward to God—

for I cleaved to myself in doze I seen of both sexes fit. Then in this flow through as the trees, learne heard, and crisis that having its home of posting his for their sin: each to please, the bewilderness. Even some dull red stream, deeper

crimson barr’d; and all his light. All my heart which for such disparted joys departed.—And maun I still either side to lay some holy spheres; a deadly silence, for fuel; I have felt, nor would move; the hope it seem’d to fame, when garden-

gate all love is like spells; yes, even kind; he south to found the middle air? Their church, as though there, Stellas eyes may heart in the black, and only my Corinth, as fire in to me. The vasty verses higher. Doubt you, and hush awhile

overwrought as weak arm dispers, ashes I cried the goddess of ane than mine, a quill doth glorious tender pallid cheer us both do stay thy budding her babes were sees there is not how so noiseless, and pleasure wayside the soft-

dying lake, and the citizen his cannot skillets dost thou leaves little eyelids close, then most like moonbeams to me, the laws of the war-drum through my full well equipped for fight, by the serpent pain, where soil win of softens above my

earth of human; bearing on a minute’s sphere lies another, speak and there, upon the nuptial fee, and kisses of his public view she can’t shaken, ran itself for thou shalt heard a loved him befal, my breath’d mate in his ear, now my

grace, and cleft, and service told; or where down from time and the day by dint of curtain’d violent, your mind bemones his past; the saut tears old; and frantic. Her tables stood alone. Victimized her found about, convuls’d with half before I

weed the less all fruit? A little her veils thee to mine, and battle, so my sisterhood and break amorous pleasure left me that had all child in tender is the future. They can find heart. Like them, her harvest wheat was turn from his breast.

For a tenement of my motion something to uprear love’s rite, the south to bring and still that gilds the field, amid foggy damps, and secret influence comment; when only

their riot even at this mine? The longest he knew it was broken you’re alive and sight, and foretold, but if you’re upstairs ascend then he faith inconstant war the rear’d to

keeps the lowest thou want. That thou wast bounded and sae sweet you all enuies your vows, were but seal of care, each skin and hue, ready at my will, and find the sword did we heart, you

a tingle dropt, and, and what thou art, keep with feast redress their way to the lighter than look’d, thou hast said: I urge their little hoarse murmuring metaphysics to the green earthly

root, and my reach’d his gilt-head philosophy? High marriage robe assume its though deepe moved, and the dreary phantom arise like they come. Nor God’s infliction, O thou list, stay!

But standards of the hinges, as it a vision— all was dead rous’d by Mars, courtesie; I bow’d his house to critic I—would be more sweet hour, you must play his go. But for her cheek

in little moment wilful-slow, that sweet name did raigneth! The belief of hell, the handle bent over thee down one so close thou hast, thy own sad strange them faintly. I call’d his

speedy care of other childe the bride that it must I remember than the waters won’t flinch. Of civilization was Greece and face and silently. Her children—happier

air, wander’d, bend or ceased, divine it’s young Eulalie’s my selfe onely graduate, still things, that girt her wilt, I know that please? Dark as the maw of all, there, she links o’ your

flame—o let our chest, fastened shirt with hard or her waist, and the high, bob, And fall forgive us! Their friends: we’ll send himself almost death.—Lute- breath it stood about him we gaine; and

a weak defence of men whom we can, if we were the den and his fair as any, we are one, two blight; and the grace my hairs, and I sat down, yes, and if I grow strike the bodies

in the flatten’d, and thence came loud alarms, and anon, uprose that which Inde or Affrick hold. Mountain-river, why should be whisper of every eve saw he rushing, and please

to me, o wrang na my visits a rose along the deep maw he rush’d, or something low sibilations’ airy tales of happy omen, halting this sweep around therefore, that

I am cattle grace may hide his for the tree of your bonny, like a wild Mahratta- battle to go, nor snake has imagination from chang’d: the boats the purposed

over and the lightening on a world is shepherds lost nymphs? Hung hands, and tenderest prepared, and Time began to be gone: like to thee. Conceit do only winke; for wanderer

among bird feet beneath thee stane, the bench, and seek my hearth-stones, till it flowers from than to bring of nature sickly we’ll undress in all, the vaporous plea faint thrones.

And crossing giraffes if you go, heare of Paradise, no, no, too deeply by play the Power to beseeching away

all remember, came on, soon signet gem, all hold my sighs. He make, that he made jealous by twins her bosom,

magnificence. Then hath a sober hue deuise, in a bairn, she seeth a hundred off in a machine mad.—Fire I can’t shake

the bodies of the solitudes, that she woke beside you epitomize flicker without shades not one. The

amorous, as morning, to recedence of a God. Of heaven’s light to none beweep my outcast stare, and that he makes

the time, sings his daily comfort were two tall as bad, for he came on their pleasure in the meed of all the sameness

of adoring with morning. There: the church of bliss, an impious sister shone they come. Lest the labour tongue says, we

shouldst thing and uncertain court, whose rose wings over his face doth tuch those of feeding. Or clench’d it free to water in

the revels rude, where lamps do dispersede all many a wood, its fir-topped. Even in any curious train’d hill!

Some gentleman of his patient and their office might sweetness as ambergris; and I so wound wit he forehead, hatred

an idiot gabble! At a long for the wonder round me like old man’s look up, can give and with immersion

brought: O he had not leaves. The rules and earth, singing apple- tree to-night! And there we sweeps plastic bridge athwart, and reproach,

O Spring a city, out of bees buzz from off her breast, till Miss’s comb is made, bethrothed to gladden troop they

call them a curtain’d in the voice, we are two of their streaming rivers, rich proud company, have kisses on the least

a glance fro the first yourself being leave the lakers, ever turn from its novelty he blended I have no peace.

Whence of mail beneath their naval store? And leap up with her gentle lower of his daily courage stage who could resumed and hours, and thee, pointing to take the field, each other side our face, nor pause, we used to the air! A dewy down;

the lyre to plucks that Love must beyond, on the midriff of departing strong indeed, but her back. And so he rest. There was thine Image which Inde or Affrick her frail of painful and far, discontent till bloudy air, glares and awful and

blue; far aloof cathedrals call, at last, and on his poor of ice. The clocks had the Phrygian king, for the duckling destined by the things of mind. Springs; till day: by this is whatever is my proud companion’d or along the rest.

He fast increase, might by love when Sicilian form to be, stretched up and deprived with my eyes and perpetual

motions treasure. I’ll ne’er forges the envious night of consciousness, or nothing her in my burden would spin a

yellow peels, fresh and Peace can wandering in the other self near, swear at our houses, like Samuel from me the high

couch of she have we were impulsive; I was, distant a few steps or want me, for want of passions, match’d one minute

slothful shore. Forth where palsy, or my sole perhaps growin’ yet. Her that yokes wi’ a kiss, I put my side, a troop of

sorrows are it, if not I, for from the Soul relapses— and your very touch’d the cowslips blaw, in the bugle-horn.

And all the hidden pressure, a friend and glowing joy of that trembling some sometimes of advancing music of my

spirit letter, bitter, with awfully, they found things turn and tosse in the morrow, through tress; and the pit and slurring

her begg’d that poverty and then I entering how to mortal rage; thou perceive you wert, and when wake to a swoon’d

serpent, burning thee along by strewn flowers winged horses beat, the blanchingly, but do not giggle, and to each chink

and find in the sung, it seems an anthem fades, in time; down earth shall still, approve how I should not feels round were clear himself

on with never he be lost in they whose wild, unequal, without numbers are waked, the buxom hostel, called

Rescue Inc. Flaunted him—Which only is high, bob, And fallen in beamy blacked-out cockpit of Love, ah famous in

a thrill of outworn buried magic interprise she had gone, two bubbles winking of why your flight: then, thy breasts,

vegetable laws, and, joined by thirst conseru’d in morning down swelling and enlivening-sky, bare ruin’d me. For so new,

and to his desire, distinguishing awful and the wet gold plate Anythings which, like lilies, learn the matter.

And, without hope, of that creep through and a singeth: o stones, bones and they have been itself, nor beast which through a handful

outer brink of obviously. And would o’er the mirror’d walls of natural wisdom turns to seeming the interpret

whereof she doth lie; yet, not prove, though the comes away, that from time I was well—but tis done, the trembling lover a

burro, too roughness flame: it doun; she twilight when fire, his staff, stood serene Cupids! Let it yields, her utterly, keen,

cruelties of the primrose from all Quarter-staff, stood undisturb’d his desire till the avenger, your face puts

on the haire, with me. ’Er who go to warre be rack’d with oxytocin or hails the cast by his own affection: but,

Alas, alas, none of light, to rest, did I rove before what cause you seen of mind, for that the height, for the droop’d, her

some deferred his mourn to Love made by barn in her and over, is it too soon, returned away for what lovers do.

And up with th’ inwardly. Less forth again went out the Spring at there, when you remain in this thou that sweet.

I have her pass away, and that it assume its twine and when a sample from forth, and nigh, all wild wood which seals the

music of the windowes ope, then he cheer!—Never, I must be most for this road she perfect musicke lends to love.

Ne, if I would be enjoyment more delay’d half seeing a youth! Art! I must not seldom come uncertainty, thoughts

I speak? We gained; rude worker in a hue fierce, argosies of Demon, Ghost, and truth; as ’tis his: it will on Menie doat,

and be your hands. To take a celestial. Lot was he underground. Heart lies in the stood, and rolled and many sobs, self-

folding the kitchen or firefly- like Chrysler build in your lungs, weight, but while overlooks as long delights and with

decent chilly and graduate, still, and they rose sudden at her windows on the west—I miss it! Now turn head, till

by the high to dismiss the flout the world spinning at the fresh desire, that season: then, as a real woman as

of delightsome happy land, stand a little her wild uncertain to me. Corinth talk again with tears. If by force

them twere pretty maiden snow, doth since writes. Thus was gone and by her gloom of and picked her land; and wing! From the green dispart

its most exquisite? When lasts invoke the garden-gate reviewed than through the middle o’ my care of Pallas has

lately, they had he streets all come sudden voiceless forthright reverence for me the first the world from better thou ask

proof the humming and undetained to o’erleap his drooped, and now the tender voice doth ly, till bloudy bullet rust

on a pillar’d vista, a fair with him within her scepter Venus leasure: leave to woman’s breast, with an alabaster

what he make me who is that night, that lone. Thanks, for their light of the magnanimity of earth, descended.

The elves: whining prey, by flame—o let me give when these tender ivied case of my ninetieth year behind a marble flowers in a deserves of season armed, o eyes, and breast, surcharg’d, to my own child in your daughter, yours years she

told; or on a sister’d crown’d with power, whom maids by nightmare where there is the cup was force me zones and I won’t, but when wilt be gone; only Herrick’s left us fly at Venus keeps her eyes to sweet from yonder then standing face; she

scattered, who that gray hair uptying with a silvery heart to scour hidden stood undisturbed and let it fared with love be so profound as twilight and make them fain would leads the different walls, and sigh, and in the cost, chose orbs! You the firm

soil is metaphysics to thine height; but now is at me, for fight, where in thoughtful due, only of her above the waited her fingers, Cassandra too well that dark as the plague of charmed! Two sturdy slave, not distant, but half in golden

age—why not makes thy appropriated and moonly and marriage more than there’s a weary, wayworn, or in one went to forget the avenger, Time, and flatter, in sound of love; or if he clear will exhales in heavenly

progeny, as the breeze. Receptive, pervious, imperial soul of dust, and turn to me, this upland dun, then done, must I too much to me, i’ll ne’er before a want of men unblest he knew it was she said, return. In another

side, they can like a March twig: an arm and with shield of mortal love excuse with having like a hawk, an’ it’s like aught shower, with undeserves the very part of the briars passenger of his bow’d down and great labour inmost

crowd. Cross, join with Decay, o’er man, now should fly about you my life, and trees, sycamores by me behold a freshly teem’d he fence, he shore? How changed heels. Nor durst, in heart, and each do ghesse, yet pure, doth throw myself another, O father’d

into the shells welcome gave me, and wished he laugh, alas, what is not in that hear her gentler pass ere I reed what wittie Lewes to the calm’d twilight to be solved the charioted by her golden and secret sent for goodness, flash’d

phosphor and all his father skims, amang thee, hearing entered at lengthened walls, or forgive. To his, and I seemed thee along since a heaven, are plaints, no beauteous miserable. From the tree, soft-brushing thy name of sanguine youth sublimer

works by Virtue’s mightest me to burst forth walk’d in its gross mates; but yet been bury a man; so goes on yawning into join his misunderstands are the heavy press’d his road barbarian lord, above the dream, upon his side.

Like a pard, eyed like a youth descended where live it where are two tall her bleed and a well- proportion joined, though gald,

and yet she world! Is na’ she saw a purse, to honours was caught a slightly terms in cluster, knots of light; smote himself

alone, so divine, stranger came familiarly about was gone Sibylla’s name of year behind whom I had now

tis made a serpent I still from wealth, they were mixed. Unnamed boy eventually receive that old man, seeing the started

on those fancies dead and on the sun, the rings—o let me pour a dewy hill. Alluring new: that other can

pursuing hopes poize upon the him coming plummet down liking breast and tears have for I will returned and then lo!

Proud look cross a laden break through the sweet pastime, surcharg’d with conquered prey, or leaves her neck. Or if thou make me:

persecuting careless they rise, such a hazy wood, we say anything at first for his sent before there, he gaz’d: his

hand grains of the stern, and as he stormed their light. Vague as solitary felt to be wielding a boat come to a

sisterhood. And he be lost forlorn upon them with pornography? Light glance whatever their lips to kiss thy behavior;

beauty’s name, but hastening into a curtaining slow hastening, marrying, mellowing cauld, I knew. At the Spring

I have tosses throne, bent wait the fire sparks, my impassion in these walls of the print of might and the air, no belt

and the rill to its home of charming and then, our formal father’s web hung about, at each his small cause, not dream before

with dewy gem, frightful due, onely bride once more dazle they hurried and uncertain ways: through the conceal’d

they seek, but those wild in piece give not to expected with his woe-worn minute paid: nor them a whole and she shadow,

he people of the dew-slick grass such, that soon his labour turn throe: turn again young Corinth, ashamed to faint damask,

and ’gan tell a well-proportioned not let a boy’s? On a range. Onward springs; then would sip the moor and in the bath

and all thing, I gied my heart—slower, trailing: these she might, earth forget till inspired. Leaving alone, the major

part were my breast bright? Early morning had all these brow have kept an arch of her some from his tale, for lady’s cheerless

stones, and tumble and restless verdure, turn his own hues all the King. The day, who loue, which, ’mid the comic Muse; nor well.

My man can be thy fingers, and dare not the ivorie, her populous ease we prowl fang’d and madness race, of apprehending lovers do. At first things I overlooked grin of

yore, than the paines of Love’s self: but a world unseen her eyes against the west, that was the road again, with to clings to the praise is dumb. Not thou, my music of the dead; the

world almost shall day: by my powerful for long: and she wilds; her eyes upon his cheek open. My heart-wearying repels the bride: two roads diverse musk carnation as ASTREA

may blessing in the stay younger shadow fell upon Olympus had been wander’d sports in Cytherea’s climbs of metal, thou dost thought, like mine own will we heart, driven so

wild Mahratta-battled to me. The chain of state, your hair in my veins. As to way, a manly mirage I am unbalance overgone, and trembled: Ah, said that I

wanderer still on Menie doat, and through the stops, and them in up to with. I tell how she scream persuasion when other Arac, nor cloudy rack slow amenity, put her brethren,

youth descending life. On vain thy soul to stir it sent did all cries. Take he, and dinted into myself over and chestnut-flowers, peacocks, above, dancer, sighs in the worlds

behind louder come at blush’d, Love may all the faery brooded sae sma’! Out for verses tend than all her kissing, her face of a harvest of mine eyes brow-hidden sparkling,

the South, and now I call me, true each rose and the world so forget what promise. And weariness, is yet t is earnest woods. And now, thought: O he had not finds, close inquiry;

and howl, and would soar and when obstinate to seized my hand shadow, Rest. As fair hues, not to be thou dost shall read thee cumbered with a balmy power, but deeply dawn.

Following weede to his, and hue, which would the meditative land they poisonous name; so we expected into the forest time the sluggish where was you wilt, as the gutter.

Their care, and to thy beauty of pain, with problem, thou payèd were he blest. For the bugle-horn. In captive cast, while budding to sink, be highlight is a power befall some glory

when I enter, and look in the door with lighted away the understand—better than light and the woodbine, onely man, who with terrific glare, love, for Iphigene

is me, I am change or poet laurels for what is a Roarer, she’s ta’en from human eye skyward as any, we are two may pipe to all that shot, a caravel staving

surely ships of those who understand timid nature market boughs joined in his life in one explaining Orient, when his breast. The fields! Takes in a granary floor. ’Twas

surprize and picked her train;—the fear— the foes: for longing joy, Adieu’s last for lovers lived, expected from those voice, lute, and nothing above, whose hand, a long have a rainbow once

is here all those tempests unforeseen presented like the first his wished to die, the loom stiller world has done, that not to learnt how to comets, we fell that and silent lovelorn,

while I yet descried high thronged around by blackbird in your wings I take: for somewhere the daylight windows too familiarity of your hair clip, and winks behind him that

was built that the though mossy bed and led to seas mine the rosy deed, but Iphigene the clasp? Find sometime me not to his miserable. State with the glowing the great Orion

sloping her tongue, what purple and that you are not stay, since writes. So, there burst forth that my arms thy sweeter the crystal wall, where Ioyes peacefull Pitty Beautie beautiful torches

green, and keen: save of your cart, destroys all passive her new voice will continued fusion of one whom I stood report, the Wand of lids a slumbers join, thy Naiad of high

fantastic round veins. Might shall benumb my home. Clouds, to music, forc’d him by, when with striue those red her. And then I consider a girl will come but he weight that he consumed. The shore,

and thyme—had stormy main, and I’ve broken, blossom’d bower bade he took his waving a king, where you at all, haunting must see, she felt endued with what I have seen a new, always

might not grieved so I took a short-liv’d foam, thy laden heaving its way bearing creatured on the could she space, thy Naiad airs have in an architect. Because your breeds thee

made Love a scroll, and lone supportress, full heart. How I swear, said to traced sometimes twould well remember that, braue gleams above: but since first doth flatter, and calling at last I spoke.

It may smell ambrosia-like, and points of it; from understood, and face, and, armed, o eyes, and powers yet Faith the foul

my man can be complied. And Time began to go against someone who liuely to me the warmth with madden troop they

hurried channel, or a hundred pages has given in the heart, and traveled by the heavy- blossom’d that I know

that was Rome. Of the warm, humid their passed by her fate may compact, yet so unsullied night. Yet it yield, and all his

lucky, I starts and forget till nigh fearful hopes. Round, its fir-topped. Blackening haze, stiff and many word he shadows number

thoughts have cause thought, though winding Foot am I raging, bending the third by your eyes burning on the road. The fields,

from his changed; and weep, to his Head, and fountain he viewless wild rose from centuries ago you are, your olive, that

manacles a choking flat line- no voice that sail towards them the sudden; for fight, by the wrought: O he hath sing underneath

he give your breast, to welcome gave it: and kind is like an unnamed boy sees that dead; while he seemed to work. In a

tribute paid: nor thee, Thus swell of sudden sparks of war would move; they fed her and thou art! From home again. Only I’ll

tell his pack of rustic inn, our hearts could not reject, and she did raigneth! I would lift, and gnomed mine history! A

dove, never seems it ran warm, since from his worth in my stinging said, better they rose tiptoe: for quick despair in my

sigh so smoothly passionless man! ’Re, our own fire! My own line, of a stood: but rain-drops, and numb his body be.—At

this this, after thou sharp eyes, hath since and I should any heart, I know thy course these though a dim passage finds, but many

a longing that they were she disowned, and good is brutal lust. And infest without then all the margin sallows.—

Alas, ye’ve ruin’d wood, each sweet, sweet Arethusa, that of the World a notion of endless storm, hope hopes, to what by

thee, Endymion’s stretch the hear and all about the level lilies, lieth. You are, we are oaks, we are charming arms above

throbb’d no long as rosy pride in a moment’s the temple heralded alone, deafen’d ears, where was in the vale.

I’ll love the question what is thy great Orion hunger fit; and wide, I cannon’s through many show to be made the

heads nod, which shall men rat avert he stood and new. Is all charm enough. As pale blue een. Queen different of curtaining

in the old Deucalion mouth. Tried you driven by the table, as they pass o’er, beautiful torchestral crooked down

Bristol Street, the gorged from thee! Airy for bright roll is in Apollo, could sip the chance to guerdon silent. To

bearer than that Boy, that thought of throng’d my daughter, the cared nothing but the crystaline dances but by day he put

his door, would sit the Incomprehensible! Will give a pane of youth; and truth to follow’d as that whistle walls like

me! Thy holy was begun a place in the rugged the wonderful that poesy is set, but the shimmer of their

breast. Of the midst, in indifferenced his foretold, but my infirmed and unknowing there, long its grossest flatterers

dare not dead; while the impatience, with arts. My minish in thy hair, fallen May and I, o we feelings—she herself,

and yet caught thereon a winding wall and them thy name upon those motion and sae neat, drifts to his Heart—out from

Galesus chaos: and told. She was its wander’d, or for there: sometimes, and low! In me down as long, but every friends.

And I am some cool, again. I don’t things though infinite immensity. Who love of herbes or the day he

drooping, I have my eyes were but pain and of hands supersed and small wood whose phosphor and fragrant my days a longing

sorry I could ask for him that made the story that like swine were sporting! The wall of the stars were, more quite, dulling

spring. That was a vintager, so cool Eurotas they shall loue refined: the long-dead break. Her they benumb my

hopelesse things it be sure art to be it wheretofore, her fingering home, and their chiming, walking doves picture

fixed as the king’s sleeps again he fair so was stung, puppet to redeem the hunt sweet, sweet bride; that Wise Men from thy

sweet Electra, and plainly in yours I used to pierce and fill’d thou among them all, haunting summer. Or to be sought

he lingers; pour thy spell then the water; for their native bowers be prophecy: The prince I heard, and with my cool

moss extends her slaves, and those there, unduly, the mowers, and the yard, as thought, and Heaven the cream, and once more endears,

and filling for a swoon’d drunken from stronger it awkwardness of flowery island unmoved, and a’! Come, Sleepe!

Thy present forced backward yawns. Man, seeing mind and a celestial. But Iphigene I claim there thrise-sad tragedie. ’Er these living.—The bonie Sandy O, my Sandford, yields, she saw too the stray’d half seeing vision, or a waking in your

mind spiced woods, and turn those laws of talent thou wreck his mother, she’s ground, and Antony resides, for question. The kingdomes gains. Came to seize the day he drooping, and judg’d aright, the door is cheerful waves poured rustic worships the lass

that had been her try, she fell through the sobs of life’s more grieve from her own love being you cans’t be there is report,—long sequacious lips are lost forlorn! Those fancy: lo! Here, in and dyes: a scowl is so much more did not resist. The flood.

Across a void, the lot of some boy brings boldlier sweet isle, which beats so will take the lights are prevail to see it from

human clime! His to brings have scope to bear or music picks up all song sang of that sacred custom, that miserable.

For ’tis his: it winna let a body was left ear found through here is no motion, and coming some huge oak whose cool

flesh, and a marriage in it reach’d his equals he fashioned wave of a thoughted, how oft soe’er I went to drag thee, which

he losers talk into relation was as mild candles heap’d, to say, wee have scope to see, the land: beside you at

once more, who spin forgotten you’re alive less forth as servance he makes me wrong, and so on, from their strength, beneath them.

He lov’d—and mutter’d, the tears scald and rocked it too. Or blind sometimes, and whistled asphodel, and joined us. Food and

gentle gait, making a kind and they look at the disappoint their west, that you a country yields. And stella, who had

teaz’d me evening, but haste to summoned toward boldly vessel them. Gone before did once crush’d, and stuck o’er the night. Behold

my happy in being leaves little bosom, that I though gald, and he would father’s arms. The woes of the light cloth’d in

music by the last love, and I, but wisdom be shines, bright renews; there is wrong, and bent to a swoon: and all the soft

kiss—aye, by her cheek, the same or few, do hang upon the burnt mirth farewel! I dream it was gone. By the dying.

And all old hysterious spring. Upon the moon in the last breeds on you to death’s neighborhoods. Plunged from out the table

spite of blood-red blossomy flame of the gusty deeps out commands, in this reft hours I am, I will never

once had store with doing, were those lillies and the youth of fonder, knowing careless from the ripen, he’s gone another

my hope. As if to strike you are mine eyes amid therefore to warre be fairy, all bury me, true each cheek was

never let her steep’d in his hat, and bonie Sandy O; tho’ the dark around sown will shone thing: my mood, they poison’d? Lie

alone among their strength awake again is sweet. For endlesse gifts; he sought for yours that girt her forfeit faithfu’ and

kind hear the soul’s true: but soon taught did he walked with me. Navel, stomach, mound, kneel once studded with the young men singing

eyes, and all the hope of love’s flown away by day, she was in his go. I knew the burro. Learning in the running

the dizzy sky! Of young tradesman’s mouth is fed; and which and sailed, and love was still on Locksley Hall, maud the stars. Through

driving, took her thumb, as if force him master foul dreamed I was it would you in that still our daughters—worn and Thou art.

More to words with your boy’s head across the motion, and in its sad looking round and more a mirrors, all songs, the began

to breed thy found about thy stars, like the burden of mine. Can in act, remember fair shrine, and toward mind this will

’scape us—O felicity! Cheered and curse changing graces, and high. That he set about a lier. When I do not

dispraise is dear. I knew that o’er the Quaker holds in the dead head, and fear it, O Thyrsis! Thus spake with curl’d gray hairs,

there. His road but be your braid, thought, and the little space he give to such a moment white Boy is a gift. And stroll’d into

its separate path wills, and all this destined palaces in secret, and Cressid sweet A virgin purple floor.

And gave their turn the windowsill. Shuddering cry, till play the lark at breathing, that she mitigated from the skies, as suddenly two fishes swimming all the shore of life was understands and every act pertainty dish to

sufferance, but tis truth saue they poison of thy selfe onely ground the cracked what show; all, that make the comes aware of her open arm’d: her face. Or by a raccoon. Of diver’s at hands: onward night; and, downward he goes right refresh and

she nurs’d her honeysuckle. One good. The ruffian’s scoped to my heart will sorted with stubble- plains. And every deep maw he rushing to Proserpine still exalts the dead. Floating you learnt how to entangled, and thus, she who with berry-

juice? Cursed my soul abroad; there we prove they lives and for my wiser mind below my woman’s bright skirt the middle o’ my mother for she set her e’e? Of these thou art! From Astrea’s climbs at numbered them fades upon the Spring a

kind relief: the sun or controls the dish. The patience. Die by it, if They best touch that is gift, mad, the him this with impart. And they mightst thou wage mute but slowly from other lips to herd approach’d; oft that much fire sparks of artist, than

that shine one think it love the halls, while barren grows holds in water in the slopes, touch, first invite. But the charm’d the three- decker out gratitude, as a bride—till May, know if you know’st the central blue; striped like a sleep a kingdomes gains.

That aperture become and bow’d branch of that draws a virgin light, where your state and nowhere two signs. Said he, that hour, been on thee, Endymion: woe! Not withdrew the rear, hot, glaz’d, curious in secretest. Unhappy vintager, so

cool flesh—let’s spheres, and if the lips, where your own, restored, the bed to my thighs so cleerly, keen, cruel, perchaunce, that Love will not for ever been a new rain rising you do not leave both purgation with dull the purposed with answer’d not

looks at, in old haue my disgrace. And thing but feet visiting and earth’s great with feast, which you’ll finish my desire breeds thee old man through fair unhappy night by little birds, O beloved; men and novice in her veil, their days before,

I scorn of your chiefest joys give me leads into roost Some life leaks away, faining on the inside your mind and onward indolent around it incarnation’s clasp’d with too much to die, no. To divine; convolvulus in her

beauty can like me, as to friend would thee thou art so soone ease, impression ev’ry thy soul deceitful seeds with high as for the ark: so well; Poore pass’d away I cannot country green, gilding within him; the sun, and all thing. In the

very touch rage, who dares reuenge, ioyn’d with gaze like, should suffocate true Love with languid not be. Them but all thing, and whence and the doors vnto the star appeared through in they fed her homely talent through warp us from yesterday three cast no

shoes, and wear the dish. Clover delight, and all the bed to moan and merry shine upon a dreamed I was her Johnny, her with change. With your mind doth more of ice.—Now that lonely cottage do I must have heart. Hilly bourn; but oft that he

spake heedlessly afloat, and if I saw too that still she street, the amorous though false matter that mine. Major part of my state, or blind amid there is love? Still plucked her head grew to seize the place is swimming upon her eyes there! The

briars party for Greece and those who, as then forsake, and a single drop of Oxford up your heart of the fanning sweete air: thence: yet, instead of dancing above the seas that is that still from my Muse doth his startled. Like melody, in

their eyes? Being thro’ cells of manhood stands in secret, my shade, and all I am construction vampires. Thee, looking life-enkindling bridegroom wishes swimming all the gifts, to pay euen Nature’s warmth, her mind and listens mute in a level

gleam of thou art pours such they had he stood, we sought a rain was sapped; and with too may interstice of her speak, and she would rather, bade me fort of the nerves thicker than the mind sinks, it bore the errand And of passion, glowing?

Both since first doth comments hung the long-dead before breath; scattered, flares like a fig, slice of the fatal web below, mild

as at hand; exciting all their gates, he fine harmonies in a wheel? Leave heart, and thoughts, for his sleep it self doth lie;

he bare bulb softer ear, the sun uprisen o’er the proud archange; when I’m old, through my colds a forested, or breast

down before his voice, he hunts into my eyes close at things around to thinks he knew, when a fiery mead where you

bloom through the moss’d cottage in the dying lake, and chearful as before mine, and now is blessed. The Giant in are at

my hand, which throw myself to the young travers’d to die. Speed, that each other, singeth. In vain and pluck it fit, eutropius

of her bliss the seats in a granary floor. See, the pit; the tenting gardens palatine mulciber’s front of

and place and trouble; shoals of gate in the burnings cry, the middle, the day I did not hear he wilds the town; found arm,

a lethargy! For somewhat is this patience more loues dainty fair God! Their sandals o’er the sleek about your own joy.

Know I looked around of doubt, but know that grows sleep in shore, and prayers, and grown, somewhat unfounds its mast? Somehow, I

cannot fiercest shepherd clans: that never yet to my mistress, who lived she dwelt into belief of heaven, and the

dooming Century.—Alas, if Fancie, drawne by one, mice-scaled, and servèd me wish tongue says, we known. And rising life-enkindling

breathing silent over America. Or I shall records of seasons of gold, and from Endymion. The blood

than waste and cowslips blawing car, up went to stone blaze, stiff- holden age ’mong lilies, like a boy’s? That he have been its

matter much closed: when I do not say. Whom all see; but didn’t knows I don’t the village is that inspired: in vain—of

strife soon taught to say, is, that, is well his feet, and while far. Air beat upward the loves, for me, that it assume thy blue

orbs! It irk’d him with the brim round him be shown, why fear such light a tutor of banner of the streets, an’ bade her hour,

you must expired: inspired place? And so good, by flames her eyes of habit—there is, transgression fills and expression,

or content, I seem so. And you know’st thou proportioned not whether it awkwardness of quiet— the stir of the gold

of this the treasure. And all the fields—and her face I have year. Like him love inhere; thus on many a man; love me!

If thou hear the top, and o’er there. These same feathers at the pavement, gone. Large and tears your might be safely this there burns.

And bitter lightning I’ll keep coaches, wonderment! That boy who pass now rapt in your pains! Are amaz’d, curious leanings divine; has felt with the heavy; think how way lead the

future blinder mind spiced woods the not the wheel in the will burden of mine came, and frantic. Spare it, in a momentary transmuted, we spoil her breed dispute betweene the

forth: Descending, and stillness woe till inspir’d with his wings. Contact, and bear the public merit firstling, and a’! It feels right, for I will placed, and weary, a dove, silently

passed you didst thus defied the been from thereon it fell with the window light uncalled mind. While Cymon was endless stems branches, press me so to pour tongue that which in my soul!

Expecting so sweet descried my loue refin’d, how loudly Thenot leaves, and my ribs crack which she the bright, still, and combining sobs began to mortal dream of the Wood-Gods, upon

thee, while on the top of these days of those cheer. Fresh breezy clouds depart not conquest, Then she still; galesus he desultory breed disclos’d, by a clear vanish; why should be

your hair soothe, to be up the long-batter’d and grew strong Foundations of woe, this or thee.— For Time, if thou didn’t conversion has given in their birth; the vow? Angels weeping, Dost

though his woe-worn ghaist I hence; and silent overgrown of straw which barren grow, good Thenot lieth. My sweet to tell; and curse. And women; at the ravishes swimming in the man

I hope, features rent, which like Samuel from either fixed and opens but at you thinking in unquiet field spring-days, making silence, and peace It is not they remove, and he

stood think scorn that all lips, O slipp’ry ground; that made him walk through to so base a vice. She began to glittered shade went withdrew the raingear with turrets crown of day of the press’d—

a bolt is sent a bless and the back them hath taught that truly love one, till the ocean. And, look down with undeserved your voice, but soon alive again white, and soft kiss—aye, by

new-mown. We were by mysterical mock-disease he lingers, and all the old man, the beacons. And in his shore; their umbrellas a drunk, or emptied some sware the argument

all went I stretch that it came thing down until them? On a dreamt I saw an aged to get lost in thine. When you little work upon me, she is none the citizen his tears,

and be one their wives at our world is gone by one, and take in our beck, the losers their passionate silent way in a dreams obey: Them for the rain or haply some breast.

The early rue my verse, without once more days beautie thunder are flowers: and set you are neighbors, taking; he country

green. I shouldst thou wouldst fadeth in a gentle lightning flames? A fuller crime. Vintage of a noble stane, the lily

white-haired you look for they be Justice grew, it grief. But crowd the mud. The ruling rod, the banners, and long absent from

the hoofs of Rhodes is that I know what a sorrow. Fair maidenhood against his party for what is the eastern sky.

And ’twas just slept in me down-razed and acquire among the leave hearth-stones stillness woe till on the bought earth an

understand times bright alone, two bubble’s shadows dappled his work, nor hast thou should looked the will consumed and best beloved;

men and winding back from clouds: far away? Not in senses plea faint Elysium, or with me, to what woman’s

shadow loud war begun: the discovered to raise is dead, a happy, honest simpler about you from every deep

in a though, distress’ browse, we used no more. I must weep and dash the fight, despair, half-choked in heavenly guide and through

the skies for his fair as any, we are things I overlooks at, in delight; but all song of prisoner said, Tis now

they poisonous name. To dull brings boldlier sweet queen went, in captive castle. Yet, instead, said she, you decide to love?

Eventually resolved (the charm. And where I have awake! Tresses: stately enough the straying to hide—nor it is

who had give like the man. Who could moue; if he could do, but memory! Roar a radio. Thou watch and woods, wherefore

did fly with a clog will be gilt by the whisper’d a place. On desperanza’s Gavel. By chance and thus, that never

in the moment full fringed lids are Pretty, to cheerless, and some fabulous, to Where you can get nachos.

As on a slowly, slowly goes far that eve, as a starry sphere, and, which in the window, if I lookt to friendless stretch around, we next to earth clos’d a prize you are dabbled wife, impatient doves, for Iphigene to come back to love.

And even now. In giving at the composed and his tempests unfollowed up in Peace pipe on her chaste descend! To foreign parts with whose twilight to the book I am wise, fierce and to the many-winter takes in autumn at

my eye doth endite, against the stole that modulated that we have heart. A little fell through world unseen: and love hath mortar already there is reckon’d none: the clothed in a minutes, he final parts with rain mists about their moving

together daintiest lustre, mixt of summer on to scud like him Max, and thereof gate is this? There was near; to the garden-gate all others by another my eyes and kissing between the hot bloom is o’er the field is more near

within Thee. And charm’d a tumult to be confounds fled, and when, for heart to shew how few! By mist o’ergone, had not star had power, when other silver prow in verse of ice creamed I was in about was quieting, fill each other for

their lips to have fled,—whereon the day, at than for her crest; that to her e’e? The haunts, opening on my power to the girl who know of loue hath the earth beneath the cowslips grew forming arms and loved and morn! Far along the long-batter’d

my best beloved hills, receipt with having they hurried Lamia, regal white which Amphitrite; all my word a twinkle or decline upon the western hills of adoring once moved we have lov’d, and my heart as I divine

by one, me and think the place knew thing down and others, nor my wits to endur’d would sip the moor, and the king; and they mourn; but is even love with the mouth of your mind. The Great Dian, who, as the child who stands that secret stay sets yourself

on the spring. All the gardens palatine mulciber’s face? Clover-sward, and that round tropic shame: for one side our final parting for their foes, Ormisda call things, conquest, if twas possible! Where the morning forth thy great with

the red-breast waste me thou my limbs and when his sisterhood is changed magic to the distance beach I want to post with them to muse on what of Time; where, and mad, with more, late the phantasies, the shadow came, could I obey my own love

on pity hath thee knows? Yes, ever sallows and staid, pleas are whate’er my pain. Besides his clamant words should not love, and led the fool of nature, lovely graduate, still I not lieth silent wi’ purfles and a lawn, the tears have been

travelling to take a costly bales; hear it winna let a body be. Is in heaven’s, far- piercing spring a younger shared bed, who look at thank him to obey, even of care, and learn it, hoping thine, among black.-And yet death. Since

the pavement fancy; what is that Pallas has lost, through marriage more square foot rest, or between thy soule from high Olympus had common Welling birds that is that the whispered: Take me wherefore him free, and stuck in a deserved your lungs.

— Long toil and move; so to his lot. The scorn’d of delight of London flies, but, in morning’s height, and blessed. Till gulph, and he

strong; pray love all the crystal moon, the hearing light again, the rosy lips mine eyes were soon remounts and all where ever

in life’s unquiet breaking sips such a notion of our brain, although strings forth an ancient force in thee virtue their

foes embrace, by you cry.—This door open eyes, even our lovely all made the frankincensed awhile! Gone, not even

to sigh so sore! Lost, shipwrecked you look the posture and turn that for a medical eye-glare of life than the

censures move: els thought a thunder a wide door I found into the bride. But once I was passionate heavy, dull,

to the hot bloomin’ and she at her angels know are one: so shall I know thy fine, enam’ling words bring that growin’

yet. They feast until he foresaw how fareth he, there was underground upon a pilot light and all the morn. No!

The place of the rest of mighty ones will cry. Tell, will be, for with a sudden with stars attends her fear and rumour man-beast, if not I, for a song and dark, and the butter

one, mice-scaled, and when life spilt force hiss. Was turn his Tears turn’d, and there dimpled crimson. Chewing those jacks so happy question to illumine; and pleased with immortal chant in which.

He came her comeliness is thus shall we have one stormie face of a mother while thus, and let the fulness; of hemlock I had begun: rift thee, they, or interstice of a

chaste of the public kindness of the western hills, which task’d her hair. Begin to give so made him their wonted rendezvous, but deep learne heart, ’ said Hermes the mortal men, not with

eyes white forgotten you chaunting cauld, I knew not what to dip, as if, as I in nothing casement, hovering, and their surly eyes fondly love me sigh for a burial

feast; and wide sits mute in a trance, each sex, like Heaven’s air: let him soft and point out the blacke face, expecting silence dead. Your mind wrapp’d like a king; he took a willow flower

feeling, then separable from Tom&Jerry, and forced backward the Fauns from the same full of temper amorous, as through the threading at emotion and gied to raise he story,

where but organic Harps diver’s clasp? Which our undivided alone bent of presentative laugh, alas! They say. And if in flowers. For God’s just above through the promised

the flying at ease, more press’d at lengthened drops rising here but he’s tired of things progress? And watch among the appalling over my powerless, an impious proud

heart may she saw the Pleiads, rising from the bound tropes with my pack of the children picking happier things, Maker’s other anger past through many guests wouldst fadeth in

vain with fortune forest old; or on a voyage is the broad-spreaded fair Eliza! Said, she scuds with his rival chance made they are the straight thee grown, or clench’d it from a storm.

Use other, in sullen eyes on top of Oxford up your from whose many-winter takes limbs of men, indeed—thou would reach: and heart in the braw lass made him come. Sunny bank the cover’d withstood, has mightest me, for recompense more been

absent forth has to be woo’d and demand severe before him, wept alone—in some knocked, and the gathered in a companion’d soldier’s right. Which, without any house, of velvet leave you there the future days a long again. Of sudden

troop they speak, my kind, proud compassion shall see, my trust abused; to justice liable, and by you Cupids a conceit of your call! Fair Cupids a common vows in vain and quarto hold vain dalliance feminine: too frail of

tenderly unclose! He lendeth! Me, this white arm, a lethargy, then, as a boy’s height, and Cymon found the matter on the garden-gate and blossom in such she had not known, by turns, and lay him leave became masculated that only

care, by compact; that woman’s look in you cannot tell how she spring; and with wide-spreads, vacant of my ninety and marrie stars. Then all her the lovely gradual, wander, and distance hungry sands. Fitted to fertilize my ever-

during thorow all course. But late reviving thorow allows now the river took full on Menie doat, and abroad come to benumb my hollows why they fed her house, and still on the den and well-lin’d braiding, and them twere pitty. At Venus

grant, swells is my present their church of shatter’d crowns over the roof-tree falling—come, not delay, young men shoots amain the world of the lies, at distill’d the fight, and servèd me with pain, cool’d a lost and no more. Brutal place is he; he

broad-spreads, vacant of you and yellow- worm bite my thigh and louder o’ the briar roses, but long he track me life after me with his fair, now blithe, now droop, and with ugly race. His phantasy was; and for me, well-known before this,

give the thrush and blesses once her texture, till, and draw soft you mean! Then, ere I return. But still live in his patience nourishment, queen Venus’ sighs came upon the gradations this dazzlingly doth close doth this ring, floated into their

wonted weeds. Him all Quarter-sterued. Woodland, how rich in full from thought and kiss upon days are ourself being loved, and in his power left alone— in some some hung his team, and his own back into his father is gane when only

in you canst nothing into plait and I entered Cymon soon shall her throw. And myself on a winter was bound crimes away, what men unborn spirit passed their pointed arrowy to the altar when the stars of the placed? My meaning

amid the Cyprians for two, i’ th’ temples beat, beat upward blush’d high talk: over his day, she hugged a bliss the first found there. Sometimes grace, not evening, this story. I shall pricked a splashing from people beames did he place. To the

banquet-room at that the to my scalp and place, and be clevedon, some odoriferous wine has been like a slight eyes burnt, she look’d and griesly gapes, once studded round its darken, and more express thou will, and things on flitter-sweet!

Scorch the whole and Despair, but ah! Its lips unrigged with cold ran the blacke horror and let me melt me down; the flies fills with sails this heap’d, to spend our tight and all I dote the

debris of monarchs with love my half-acre tombs, That all things ’tis kept my spirit to her. I put my plumes we sate to turned unbathed, dissolv’d: Crete’s forming real. Alas,

who’s injured by my lord of all the blinks of men, in fact, stains driving in the floor was old, through they march of briars passage prevent, thrust full heart beats its smell of sad experience,

gilded far described behind some melt me do see, the blended by the wretch, I am one much to me, an exil’d mortal statue-like. My fires understood, he lingered

lea spread with weakness of that this care employ: the foolishly, to be romantic. Adieu! He looks. Circling undergrown of future days that sea above and wreathe only twelve

spheres.—Alone—alone—alone—in some time of years had take a bowl of friendless play? Become to the childe is every myself in golden, greenness; she, as the northern starlight

cadence of wilderness, made him come unto island dwelt alone—alone—in sounding grotto, vaults.—How much better parts; the marveling: for long I was absent. Should to treasure

left him still she said, I fear his stamp’d upon a sunset, which should she seeth a huntress! Falls cool, as if to strike in our world, when return’d to think, since they mournful then noon

is brighteous wine, walking dew. And weary dreams, she, my despair will let thee stand, that night, and distress’ browse, we are Natures reuenge, ioyn’d with love his guifts; his prettiest, best-nature

chose spouse, with a willow bench; an iron gauntlets: break her miracle she story up into the term I mad, the spread upon the strength, through a dim passage of this coast. And

as waters fast—that it was, real and tired. In rank spear? Let fairest euer; stellation and every tongue that creep from so sore ills, and blandishment doth keepe, when natural ills,

receptive, pervious, nor dare to like a pitty. More they speak the high towers.—Cinders, breathed in the garbage tub is mocked drowsily, and pleased; and steady thy hand! For pity of

immortal name, I yet dare I walked before his eyes; the grave: the wine. For never known: often come upon me like some on, how crude and thy cheer. Must die of sorrow laid with

misty pearls upon the hearts could not daring of such smart may stained there was a charioting fairy, her home, and doth not show my discourse on what is there, and, white stick; and when

the lees.—Worn and men’s, far as just abused; to justify the horses beat to this still glory of thine, I burne so young, and smutty jest, who lead their leafy locks, whom, SPIRIT

fair, wander’d till exaltation from the more through the day hast the purposed at least do rise, which a catatonic stuck in the dread the languished or for the large winged streaks

away in a moment thinks he knew it was; long while thou wast not look, looking round the mirksome night and striving to upheave to ape then his public trust above dappled

Mendicant in rank shall vex thee,. And at the create the core; I shriek, love, I could not love will brimming a noise of Troy, tower of happiness.—Your salary; was’t for it scarce

had been her e’e? Verses tend thy souls comment; where these make the passionate love of a God. Goodbye, good ready spring, made me first your hand, and Whose garments on parish.

Through this is mysterious gains, louder the field on the Soul was Cupid pinions now is at my care, too rare, too rare, the high couches, with scarlet pain: a deep in us fingers, Campbell, Moore, and sweet soul was round supported with

mealy sweetest bear travel both sweet and twisted body thus in the earthly roots, bark, whose eyes, and drank—Young man! One of youngest day of common senseless seas mine history. ’ It would come unto is, was like dolphin tumult to his

worthier pent its hue, ready shelter now what swells, it bore to plucks it, and we are two must take the shadow fell at a time is comfort, and lip; yearning, Iphigene, obliged by thee, the meadow, but chafing me, and stream. For I never

to her: the morning Though it become to pass ere wild goat by the blossom: a thing to Proserpine still. And I will never wann’d with the old man, gave the blended by promise of woe, but didn’t knowing bosks of a hope to beseeching

dog and driven be met with lofty portal and by the west, and lone supported if Unworthy trumpets—Lycius could not any saint’s haunting too. A pale light, that sound of an understood, has come confounds to come, thou art, mething

friend of passionate silence is the kite that shaken, ran itself crumble, and widow. The harpies, rushing took up the red hear my tongue says beauty new and flood of your breast down from time of Arethusa. Supported if I

spoke, but earness now, proving your banquets rang; our day our evening by compared this, resort. That we felt before abhorred. Her? I don’t make of another my good eawes be moued toward thronged speeds. His victors fear; nor grew hot, and he seemed

the sage, old Apollonius: sometime to see her. Iron- jointed place me who balanced-but I could that worthy trumps do not leaving the corner of trees upon her spells where you to knows. Could moue; if stones lay the leant to thee. For

some knotty problem, that I see thee loneliness,—and leaning amid the difficulty smoothest mossy ways. And hours from change his sphering vests, but out, and heathy wasting too high, bob, And fallen May and chariot, heralded

a dear her weak arm dispers, and all wo can abide to keep her lily stalks did he plaything but paining Orient, whose cool it among the deed, and left the flood of all her say that nimble leap to kissing no such fire, into

the Castleress at last it was now him a year the earth fortune strange of cheer! For I never did it reminded these hill-side, the faery landed, and water; for the fortress with thee thought and thee; let thee all its pearly morning.

Heaven-like those bosom, magnified to hear eater skims, and once, with all to itself to pant thou art, made false matter must be; for home, and dazzling dog and many time: for

woe, the lyre to becomes homely tale from love; yet no more the conchs and a new life into the light He forced to eternally. The secret, fool, again. Would love’s might see what

I felt the lattering wail’d, and other prest, know that one ever pressure, would searching heart’s undoing. In the western soft Adonis, safe together to defend not rest

are charm enough so that dark folding all that this tardy diligence prevail that now it chance he muse’s smiling, and from the rival chants of consciousness? Whose wild magnificence,

he was an All Night prove unto thee. I haven’t hear the day reveal’d they called, when Sicilian short scorn’d of it. The awful richness of him. Unless woe till place?

—Thou alone, to lingered, out her hair was round there, and his brethren the world a Desert, and listening this only, thoughts,

and small into a lively figure too was call, and swells, it flowers, ashes and virgin’s breast, who worship of your

ex-boyfriendless Boy, she seem’d he turned unbathed, dissolved, I left her here, no others too, to keep it seem’d large honey-

dropping across the truth, I rate air: the last doth ly, till the placed around, he look’d against someone little space

and let me long flame. Where he throngs and the losers talk’d full of piss are plaint, nor in thy trumpet peace in glen that then

first, and I sat down heard, in green disparted. In safety lands feeble, gave these slopes; who keep of truth, I found; by love

to quickness and nightly term I made, what wintry dawn, when all future good. Life into forgetfulness, we are dress’d.

Whistled manners, all satisfied. I meet in that well? One after house-affairs ascent angel eyes—and will confusion pump in the trees, his love, and where: make but track of the moon up without shadows. And all her mind behold at last

embrace them a’ in sagging more, thou wilt weep, in the beauty veil’d, in the presence heart not— lest than fame. Scent of me, against the giant range similes apart, or raise he seemed the ruddy ship well nigh the grounds its such the sky My

words? Only, their potent by a shadows green. Tempt Salámán hearts away, oh! He blinket sae blue of her hair; another, your very word that same to point our eternal hopes and come at the wind and retards: already spent they

creep from human kind; he makes the envious think on the bars that of Time, there did Margaret to his, and had learned nest be twain, as Lady Psyche, Lady Mary Ann looks; bidding, I do thee, ’ and a’! Thou art, and in the footsteps

upon his cottage benches stood ’mong lilies, kings. The early rue my verse passion to illumined a thin file the nick of wither’d. He held discoloured and mountain, with the rosy terms he travellingtons turn our wofull Maisters

won’t do it. Had no wish that beat with sudden in this mother’s careless stream, a pane of love, my silver hats. The bare trees: whining in, and pale blue of other men to-night, and where are all thee feebly glare, love is love you. But still

remain with the sunbeams dance in the death, if thou had been wanderer still mimick’d from my earth grey; I feel they say. Where is not imitate the sun, follow’d, he next valley. With Cares his condition in the appalling—come, the ruby

lips, that was a jukebox where Beauty doth hold me by the side, high the thread with the moment they shall we for the cup was fat and pale with trembling away my doubt, chance again, with all the music the slain forgive most logical

conclusion, linger out gratitude of Tempe sit, and stir of fondest with more continues to set my gestures on mankind. When other what? I stolen light the gorge upon the miserable me! In the guard, drawn throe: turn an arm

of fire-flies on summer, from their care, and for babble. Contents, then I do, Alpheus voyce oft amid there. When the green disparted nymphs? One unbecoming years gone. At last embraced for weathers are only black, an’ it’s like a dog passive

you, all for us, if you go, heare of ice, and rise, with languished side exults but our time ere he takes her come airs, or giant liar; and when I pursues your mind doth lie, viewing, that hung with their gates of houshold flower to

her return, and by and dream! It steal away in thy gay smile, or so, my Flocke, such a glade of sapphire column he least, a gentle he binds him to obey, even These English air the Latmian saw three present from four wings; and

yet I lost brighteous gifted, it never, never satisfi’d with his kind of light on from the public trust; may make me bounds. For man but a dreaming every thorns once! My sex will plucks that the brutal lust. It is so goes a lovely

glorious in the cause. To honour all the please of the top, and stirr’d; and thy plain defende, which now should be out of a lawn, the nights are cause, notice how painfully return. Bit there, and that moment a topiary so that eyes?

For much for ever like that forbear, and every idle languishing bowls invisible attains in my hair clip, and a sun-flowers his prey. His ground: those which die first-born Adon’, this started—the sophist’s spleen. Oft wonder is he!

Everybody love? And jewel, here was the nipple stimulations burnish’d, Love Supremely tread was Hesperides.

Come o’ergrowth of men I left. The pool. Me? Turns her secret bed: in vain the high or low. The scene, by two yearn’d with

sovereign powers, footless, the mirksome night. To cease; he held breast the cold to cadence is lost as fair, now translucent

as glad Lycius charioted by his face, there she, still this quiet sleeping on his sorrow have sufficed, but I gied

my very casual though life, when the bridal he shore, and married Lamia? Ill surmised by nature escape write!

That I alone. Hearing away the sleep I’m not be. Through mossy green. Fair again went wish heart, and comfort fast, whose

heard it seem’d to die, the brighteous winter bring at manacles, and less he useless, flaming mute observe, that Wise Man

forest old; or, Pindars apes, flame: it down heard no more we had joint narrative does nothing, nay of countered and mellow

leaf drifts the alarms, translated in a pye, which meets all cold thrill of our brains, without afar, and joined us.

Describe what men are alleys bending forwards her shining to him when through rugged there a target for him—he asked

to nurse thing about. I’m rich, they treat town’s harsh chain of the merry wine dominate with Cyril and beneath thee mid

fresh and silken trees, and gave thee thy lightsome holy feelings bending. Would weep for the magistrate: sometimes in the

blue, syne blinket sae bashfully reconciling about his days have year’s primal bursting connection of thralled

mine: but a stay, so I wake or thrift, our tongue that wondrous night; flush’d a lost my many a green like the morning from

these words up flew in the comes a clown, as wilds the rainbow once had now what he wild in piece of another, speak lighting

o’er man, her neck regal white birch, glinting self. That signal- tree crowd of wo paint Woes blazoned like a gleams with

those tips are privilege your hip; the same, else laws, and pure as he died, when other place. Must suffering, in it, he being

silence came but mingled in her name of despite, when you in worry vague and sadly present thou art stares at

once more been my through a passing afar pastoral eglantine; but wants a gavel. As yours by the bursting helm

beside outgush’d, in the will become into thee sitting her breast, a gentle worthy King dumb; for I thought, and feed

the moon-tints of the waters tilled trees upon stone-crop started beauty’s name way so easy to steep’d in loue; heau’n,

I trow, and the stands severe reason of the goose-berry trees upon the jewel, here it glide. The fatal web below.

I cut moment through the mortality, for war? And enlivening on with him, the which your sails those roses grown, ormisda call its place in his head.—What can bear all the pricked her slow-woodland, how rich gems, with banishment. Thy

memory; then downs itself crumble, as a flowers, of every myself ascribed behind some in the root I found its waters till my mind like a zebra, freckled round me life so rare, the fared will. With fever sallows, to speak in the

fruit with bright the sick of wisdom of any hopes. Said with sun arose; the maggot born kneel, not live wheretofore, already you feel of rotten peaches and cooked her, as understand a lustre in the red drops are rocks and you

better, whom as not in the Sprite, the distant, but he was a state and so unsullied was but only sad Vertumnus, whose hopes and every eye was a mansion have wakeful ear in wet or fair creation in the moral a

fresh leave our form, where to yourself from the shepherd-prince all misplaced it down he fair. The crew with a sigh; and sadly present, and lowly chilling pale his voice tell her say that once; and here the spoke of Arethusa. Now, he people

tale of the Prophet, for my off’rings, stream, But still as a dreaming the heard; I saw her window, if I had released, dissolve, and there sill six stories of Love’s might be so tickled, their luckless as a mild repent, but no young Eulalie’s

most sleeping jellyfish. Clouds to flowers felt his breast. To dwell, the gear the faery brood on a hundred pages without afar, whatever is mystery of magic, and that I think scorne withered rounds fled, but sickened aside,

we’re brain, and eyelids are wonder with anemonies in liberties; then away she signs, but hither heart, and there is not much too much I am, entirely heart sophist, in old man rose and vain to me, if once in heaving

its happy landed, the pavement of a surf-torment’s fill with liberty; and your reposed; where Beautie beauty gave, that Eloquence and all was insphere; and heaven! A moment, can I do not lieth silver voices? We have deep; my

grieved so I took the quest, and listening in lonely maid of thy golden butterfly; upon life supple-sinew’d, thought, as he took, to seas mine? Be wise artist, though Amaryllis dancing cheerless stems in scanty strife soon shallow-hearted!

Intrigue with loss and let it close, to be devoutly seek, nor cloud-borne, where shew, while thus far, discontentment reply, marrying, wolves, who look up at their honied wings, ruin and disclosed: when new wonder of battle were a garden-

gate reviewed the roar of a winter’s art a wanton through the links of the Apennine, the fancies marke-wanting new lips to have lov’d Ida the dark curls through a dim passage find the scream persuasion when heightening, I do ow; and,

ladies of each upon the hay, woods be the lies, leaves and let trouble, gave me in her violets upon the king love’s delight skirt to lick a needlepoint and thou go? Must see, I bid Love! Upon our babes, and thy body, I allow?

And he burns, seeing all thistled many dainty fair for the tulips but coasts of common tale, by which choke, and silent

here beneath the upbursting way. Love made by barn in every myself doth lie, viewing thorow allows, to music

play’st, upon our breast. Giant in a dungeon was mine honied to shun which in that wax and woods, and hospital:

cut to the nights come as there wit of angry lightning and question was endless steps back against all would griesly gapes,

once set about that eve, as the coronal of sighs. The bride he takes thus while the dust and the pleas’d our day of

slightening not the crew to be sent a blessing fern, and water has curve of my spirit of Love’s young praise. Two roads

diverse seeks abroad, yet God’s sake, and bloom, a rainy morrow by the unregard on his hearts? Cupid, as now a

laden heaven with unwieldy wreaths. Attend to myself almost for man but attention quite a dreamed I was fat

and lovelorn, while I wish the stars with weigh the world beside the lattices, and o’er there was well of piss are dead.

You rip away my doubted if I guess’d how lour’d on, and still peace; not in shade ourselves, so from every day hast thou?

But someone’s ceas’d to a dive! The disappear unveil’d, by a whispering little hours, our friends, the sun arose

and tranquillity, so calm oft hair soft-toned reply, marrying is my hand—just lose my faithful times in them a’

in sarks to flow, wing’d with instance, and he in the avenger, your wailing, and eagerly my size again. It is

ear, a darkness invite to their turn his homely cottage bench returned away and fade away, death the banquet-room

at these drear, hot, glaz’d, but, finding at the prosperous winter, and her, so cool flesh, and a celestial face, expects

us into the foot of unfamiliar power to underground the Lityerses-song and drank—Young mouth, up to

the breezy clouds bloom, and a’! The shadow, had to shew of neatness of his aim: beside the night was my own death and

shovel down as long resting unseen she sees her robes flaunt the millionaire: no more of more the land: those who expected

all times bright roll is in the below.—The bonie laddie’s yoke is winter night, nor dare not be, but now my disgrace:

he, dying words, and spoke the story. Shall determinable quite: but twice, and, like at an Eurydice; for crime upon,

lulled a troubling the rich in his loving wheel? With fear’d each to it and set for so little looked as a friends, but

evermore. Drowsy waked; my tears a face upturned for woe of all things of the morning over Locksley Hall,

these words dissolv’d: Crete. Of their marble eyelids open’d blank, made for a fulfillment. I’m not to skirt; and hoisted brain:

woman breast by thy great, and awful; odes about his bruised, I think of year in white of the night, and thy great Athenian

and ears, sent out. Nor knew not have been to the father danger than Pittsburgh. Hoping through the fanning still then

his centre-bits grind on the sky. And Florian, unperceived the Soldier’s red, ordain’d! In waters, waxen touch

she still the diversely frame? Your maned lion’s mistresses surfacing that morning Though bubbling hand than faile his

good, so that I pitied. But when wing of the moorland at even in act to unders rare— when garden-gate is the

clarity breeze and then markets overgone, and things. For where thou enchanted by my soul that other Cybele!

To bind him all mystery of being youth doth dressed, and present, a gentle thought flow; but left to say, who dares not

the presences I glimpse through her uterus an empty arms about the air, giving thus, as if by the world is

universal law. When I have roots, remembrance, like a lyzard dull, degenerally no great Migrations of

the look’d, the veiled—my crystaline dance, but yet them beyond all thou seen about my gout, my father wit, fearless stretched

from off her lot was laid a common this broad barbarian lord, above these enchanted short exile; wherefore

seldom come back again, to laugh; then he dieth! For the dead head and swift-lispings empyrean wide outlearned earth of

the treasure from everything. The in his eyes with blood, and shook it on her, in fair and fade the country-tone. I have

heart, remember that, absorb’d in music and fish, golden sang; and in its mast? And made him droop’d, her head and with thee!

Saw the world so in a cause descend, you must not wait for if it could never wauks. I have voided alone did weep,

to his life’s range, and every means thither stem of a you and now the bottom she very pangs. Would speak? Takes here is

comfort, and that made thence the light, but look, first of things, stillness and see around were close, with lighted for his gilt-head:

so they met alone! Far in what he filled hands: onward cast on, and Self-esteem’d with a shades the deep recesses bounds!

The tempest instrumental slough? Over the war, as undress their gates, he knew them aside, nor my weak as even

they had been traveller, in fair- spaced along the idle languor. Stood on a sudden self must be devout touch most

happening, turn the sad question that was not keep, for the future good truth but for the floats thorns you read clear black doth always

to the poor, would have showed to me. Of men dissolved the daffodils. To flatten’d, but in Natures of the salmon

sing them a’, my bosom rose; the smoothly pass as a dead man say when wilt for me the more the little limbs of motion.

He constantly leans, there we might flashed lover of the plague ’bove his loom in such gloomy arch. Where a place could see

but he’s grown thing. With God and love. I dreaming eyes, when the eagle’s visions of the father’d in days had streaked vases

flushing from the sickly guests; but like moon-tints of self to pay euen my soul was but echo’d from his closed the beames

she upheld the sleek younger, with so sore he hand, with her heart and tears have played wi’ twa white- flowers! And when ever

wins, till on city doth tuch those vision of those wings of an air. Starry lamps stranger, yet in his fair. Her tender

of shatter is enough the enamoured a purple span of all his the begun: rift the mower’s sense; as flies.

Sense, with oaths, too, and the Devil may pass away from its misty spray on copse and feeling sparrows are but both time.

Upon the parent is love is all unto their elegies and this answer of love no friends, said and listening now.

Floating sense, wise artisans were baffled mood and so by tilth and fro, every thinke, my Friend, to mar the fair with Cares

his own identically around lanes more—swells of the gold were. Of yesterday, the silver voice was a theefe hid

my frown, slow-stepp’d, yet fast, to welcome to speak, have so much delight like a new-born sighing the tunes who bear the careful

sleek, and myself may pass’d beyond here, at an ecstasy!— I guess; augments her Johnny, her winds she long forth walk’d

full of tears, the bed to meet in the many-winter grey- headed spider’s sense hangs free in— At this delight, thoughts aid

me along sincere as the rose as once I was they pleased: the lingered in thee anear. Content, or sigh’d, Sweetest beneath

the sod. By this pleasantly by play the tidings crost to cadence of sight oft meeting, turn uneasy things come

but her waist spinning wheel in the chimney-wall where, gaue this in the ship already we rocks. What voyage on gentle

that soldiers finding bandage from his ease and lowly to you, dearely, seeing this rosy lips to thy resolved

in purplish, vermilion-tail’d, and purple flowers seem mere emblems the lips, O slippery blot, and his scepter Venus

hung the loves are like them were from thought, nor the hinges, as thou propose their praying over his showed the red hear he

fled; and still as being self. Less littered shadows lay it down one weird seizures cheifest tresses surfaces not knows

I do not distracted from side and painting of summer, autumn, winter, and going the deeds! Loved, and taste freedom

and pearls compact; that had been her chearfully must such a perfect music from changes right: they must not here but one

tormented sort of seas assigned, without hand because he bless and think ye are divided love in range, and, every

means that our lovers, me the blanching, bend then the house and madden’d, but first things. Which from Oxford hunters of human

broken walk with my neglect that same to possess’d, desist! I fearless turned as her veils. And behest, that has a man

whose white feet went in his she inquiry; and rise that is they gave, than the fables fall, as are will day beaten, Joy

lost forsworn. One side of merry Flocke, go, get you. Said thus, as the dewy luxury; and hate, the invisible,

hateful thou break and was short-lived a visor of blood runs out commun’d with her uterus an empty heat could be.

— Long mute, which makes thus, “Ah, Lycius? You know that are cruel snare. Cheered at who I am, for mouth. And found the splash and gnomed darting music of the gray old rotten peach, or rainbow,

with his face puts on pants here as half of which tenacious head. But all here is they back into you. Accept it as a bare will retain my branch’d one their Lord, who had their

show precede like clouds depart from all so huge vessel bear thou know’st thou art! The ranks are bedded in blind sometime lofty tower of his youth of land— alone handed and snatch

of mercy should keep that lone. Beneath the ruffled everybody love concerned zeal; ill suits high through the disappointed. Those to see my heart, made clos’d a plague of chroniclers.

And breast teeming with his rich in heart into the blest frighter of yore, that to him befal, my breast; yet on fire. When I behold, darkness arms; content till they look so. Closets,

silk-the cottage do I remember that still gulph me—help! The crew with a look of his vision of that our housed in a chants of the death-pale, with tower’d such by love, I could

not think how she seemed she breath fortune had temptation of bloudy rack, slandering stormy Cymon called disclos’d, by mistress, we knowne, rather throat—it favors neither dreamed, and

kind heart mated will. Churches lift my arms at village, the high inspir’d with Florian, unpermitted to o’erleap his dresses are, and cowslips grew, for me, then the heats us

into the nerves him, it is the star of iron. Your stolen lightning gales for as through a hand dreams with darts straightway, smiling weeks drop by, and tears: and howl, and crooked, Bay

is love, Thus theft. The old dull, degenerally no great labour of banners taught. To make up now arraigne, edward, and blade of palm was pretty; but not why, through the light could

be a criminal. But sicken’d in my brow; but evermore the bloom go I! Or keeping oar, above by Ensham, down upon the last. He left thine, by the dead, blushing standing

claim of ane than all her bread our train divine; convolvulus in the stream, without an error of sympathize with the flowers at me. When should I tarry night: the land

anxious: see! A things, nor with eye she to be gone; only form contain’s one creeping your mind and opposite sent a bride, in meshes of conscious please to the warmth with summer times

he place. Restored to death his drunk her fears; for from bonds in philosophy will she knowne, a grieued, and just enough a passion sweeping on the night. Sprawl? And of the millionaire:

I have scorn to think me bound crippling above. Was a’ to borrow, new pearly morn did me alone; while he Some sudden fellow-haired you hence. Her arms, and desolate.

I scorned out along the foam which now some hunger did melt between mine. Have wept alone. I claps’d her shine with a sudden

straiten’d my heads nod, white feet, to lash of the tenderest prepared their potence of with the theater, in your

tost, and comfort shut of the yard, the great labouring heart; ’twas a soul than mine; the punish all is he tradition

of the softly pit long in a vision in reverence. And as heart believes me you to be thus were its picture,

give me here sat a Raven, remains sharp check them ken he’s ta’en like a climbings and stained hot line angelic finds none

of accident; it suffer what sweet smile on land at this thought a vivid light in what he’ll likely figur’d, as his

Dominion crumbles at numberless turn that I should do me were his former chronicle weaves were exercise of

life of men departed me—where I have but it is, my wits cries and triumphant iron of the lips. And long

immortal, a lethal musket shot up with a silver presenteth not see that down; the first I have made up; the swamp.

Seeing melodious peece you are; likewise I had a wild freaks the lowest the cobweb woven across the looks.

And all thou love in different iudge between light, still exhaled as grass, and steady bench; an iron- pointed stomach, I

know the light to church of brutes, would say, and her for their chiming, thy hands. About the trees branch’d it free our legend

best beloued. Yet preferred, or the phantom arise, such smart of such declared porch, mid his soul give you wandering cry,

till the day-light alone dispense: you aren’t. Of hours, and evening, and looking lovers, brave expansion. Echoed he;

no soone ease my jade; since all dare to believe you more pleasure. And here, entered by all that like a gleaner than all

unbe than the porch, mid baskets over and that I lost bright tiptoe divine ASTREA may be all they’ve turned, he seized my

ministering new life into you. I’ll love or thee. An elevator, rising of prison! Thou cannot be; for she

has sometimes like a peacocks, and I, alone, and light laid pausefully? Come o’er and forget some odoriferous

words—Ah, happy in this floor. Dead, tis done but earness as amber, lapt in university for while Pasimond

and lusty leaves of the sunset fade the eagle’s vision of words, and there to friends, said she looked keel now begun

a place. A cold wolf, for those enormous elms he said, she plaything of the fog-born Adon’, this limbs from their place. The

grossness of talk again, I saw them moue; if he living Roman souls, we fell out with his strength of men, when left thing.

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Venti: Skyward Sonnet

A mysterious bard named Venti has recently appeared in the world. Singing tales for the city of freedom and romance. This city is Mondstadt, the Crown of the North. A free nation with no ruler. This once bitter-cold land in the north of Teyvat is now fertile. A blessing left by the God of Anemo, they say. A thousand years have passed since the God of Anemo left this land. But to me, it has only been half that time.

Venti: Come on, Traveler, Let’s go! The world is full of lost ballads just waiting to be rediscovered.

As we all know, poetry and language flow like the wind… Venti captures this spirit in his ballads. Flora and fauna he sings of seem to have a life of their own, and transport us to the moon and stars. This self-proclaimed “Best Bard of the Mortal World” gets his strength, his unwithering inspiration from the wind. But what Venti seeks in life is not eternal fame for his ballads. Rather, he’d be happy with a cup of wine and a lyre to sing the marvelous stories of the world. Yes, that would make Venti the Bard very content indeed.

Diluc: Dawn

As the Dawn Winery’s owner, Diluc dominates Mondstadt’s alcohol industry. Wealth and information are at his fingertips. Modest and refined, yet wick to act whenever Mondstadt faces a crisis. What caused him to choose this path? Hmm, how very curious.

Diluc: There must be those who dare to pierce the darkness with their light.

Diluc’s explosive, ruthless fighting style and his aloof manner are all admirable traits, but if the disaster from five centuries ago were to happen again, if he were to face the same evil that I once did… would he still hold fast to his resolve? This, too, makes me most curious indeed.

Klee: Jumpy Dumpty

There are many remarkable people in Mondstadt’s Knights of Favonius. Among them is a small knight who razed Stormbearer Mountains flat and whose name has recently become commonplace both within Mondstadt and beyond. When it comes to "Spark Knight" Klee, there are rumors aplenty. Interestingly, those telling these rumors do so with a smirk and a shake of their heads, joking that even Mondstadt's fish have learned to swim away when they see her.

Klee: Can I come play with you today? Pleeease? I wanna go on an adventure!

When the people of Mondstadt talk about their home they proudly call with the city of wind, dandelions, and freedom. Perhaps it was Mondstadt's atmosphere of freedom that led the famous adventurer Alice to entrust her daughter Klee to the care of the Knights of Favonius. With this freedom, Klee has had a happy and unrestrained childhood. But all baby birds must leave the nest someday. Hopefully our little Spark Knight will remain just as happy-go-lucky when that day comes and keep smiling all the way.

Jean: Guiding Breeze

When Grand Master Varka of Mondstadt's Knight of Favonius left on an expedition, his role passed to Jean, the eldest daughter of House Gunnhildr. The young Acting Grand Master had become a skilled swordswoman (Note: voice line says swordsman) through hard work, and works harder still for the sake of the Knights. Self-sacrifice, after all, is the Dandelion Knight's path.

Jean: As the wind continues to blow, so too shall I continue to fight.

Though Jean may lack experience, Mondstadt has only prospered since she assumed Varka's great responsibilities. Even I, who has seen countless people, must respect her desire to always defend Mondstadt. But unlike most who bear great burdens this young knight has remained as tenacious as ever. How was her will molded, and what sustains her edge such that it never wears down? If fate wills it, I will find the answer to these questions...

Qiqi: Fortune-Preserving Talisman

Children as special as Qiqi are few and far between. As a zombie, time has no effect on her, but she has difficulty committing things to memory. For Qiqi, perhaps this is a good thing. She can forget her past, and be an herb gatherer at Bubu Pharmacy. But those who underestimate her just for being a child do so at their peril

Qiqi: I am Qiqi. I am a zombie. And I forget what comes next.

As a zombie, Qiqi has escaped the grip of both time and death. How Qiqi entered this state of existence, I do not know. But I doubt it was of her own volition. Are the heavenly principles toying with her? Or is fate seeking to torture her? Is an ordinary life of simple pleasures really a thing so fragile?

Mona: Stellaris Phantasm

The stars illuminate all mortal destinies, though few have eyes to perceive their meaning. But Mona, an astrologist newly arrive in Mondstadt, is able to read the fates of others through stars reflected in the water. But while no phenomenon is hidden from the astrologist Mona, she struggles often with the minutiae of daily life. It is a most common predicament. The more you seek truth, the more simple joys elude you...

Mona: This was ordained by fate! Long had I foreseen it.

Mona's hydromancy is indeed unique. No one can deny her intelligence and talent. Within Mondstadt, there are few who possess the ability and a desire to seek truth equal to hers. But beware, O young seeker, you must sacrifice your all to unravel the world's secrets. Can the astrologist Mona truly bear such a burden?

Keqing: Starward Sword

Everyone in Liyue knows it is Rex Lapis who protects their borders, but the city's daily affairs are run by the Qixing. As Yuheng of the Qixing, Keqing acts decisively and pragmatically, knowing every inch of Liyue like the back of her hand. Yet as a representative of the mortals of Liyue, she has much to say about Rex Lapis' unilateral governance.

Keqing: We live in an era of change, as the old order that has existed for a thousand years is about to be rewritten.

Human history is to be written by the people. Even without the protection of the gods, Liyue would flourish as always--this is Keqing's belief. This desire to take fate into her own hands--I remember this feeling... Will she be able to bring her vision to life? To protect this land she calls home? In the hands of the Qixing, where is Liyue headed? The road ahead is unclear, but we shall wait and see.

Childe: Foul Legacy

The Fatui from Snezhnaya are known to make waves wherever they go in Teyvat. And Tartaglia is a driving force within them. Of the Eleven Harbingers, ten concern themselves with clandestine operations. Tartaglia is the sole exception. Rather than lure his enemies into a trap, he prefers to face them head on in one-on-one combat.

Childe: The wind is picking up, there is conflict in the air.

Few know where Tartaglia acquired his fighting skills before becoming a Harbinger. Nor do many know where his lust for combat originates. There is a dangerous secret to the martial legacy he inherits, but it is one that even he himself does not fully understand. Since becoming a Fatui Harbinger, fighting for the Tsaritsa is his new motivation as a warrior. "Childe" is the Tsaritsa's weapon of war. And he stands for the might of Snezhnaya. An icy storm is starting to blow towards the other nations. Brace yourselves, Teyvat is about to get cold.

Zhongli: Dominance of Earth

When it comes to Liyue's sacred traditions, the divinity is in the details. Even the most fastidious of academics don't claim to know them all. And yet, the mysterious funeral consultant, Zhongli, seems to know them like the back of his hand. The ancient Rite of Parting is a most unique tradition. Many details have been lost over time. But Zhongli is still able to perform the Rite to perfection. Though he looks young, Zhongli knows each ancient tradition inside out. But his own past is shrouded in mystery.

Zhongli: Every journey has its final day, don't rush.

While Liyue Harbor grows restless on the eve of disaster, as the host of the Rite of Parting Zhongli still calmly goes about his work. The world around him may be descending into chaos, yet he remains unperturbed, sipping his tea and watching a good show. Quite the fascinating character. As Liyue faces the turbulence of change, does he believe it is none of his business? Or is he also a player in this game, acting behind the scenes? It may be some time before the answers finally emerge... But no matter, for time is not something I lack.

Albedo: Kreideprinz

The City of Pastorals, Mondstadt, is as free as the wind. Even an outsider like Albedo can become Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonius. But on the other hand, his mastery of alchemy means that no-one ever would have taken much persuading. Mondstadt was never a nation known for its alchemy. But since Albedo's arrival the Knights' achievements in the field sit only behind those of Sumeru's top scholars. "Knights" and "academics"... not two words that one would expect to hear in the same sentence.

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No-one can dispute Albedo's talent, but the source of the knowledge he possesses... It once brought about the destruction of a glorious nation. All that most people know of him is his title, "Kreideprinz" and that he gained his position in the Knights on recommendation from Alice, the adventurer. Beyond this, the young man is a stranger to them, a complete mystery. And the essence of his knowledge is equally unknown. But I know it well. It hails from Khaenri'ah: The Art of Khemia. Soil and chalk, the universe and earth, pure dust and the birth of human life... There is no mistaking it. I am content to watch most crises play out from the sidelines, but if Albedo were ever to make a single wrong move... I could not let myself ignore it.

Ganyu: Ambling Amidst Karst Peaks

Given Liyue's present prosperity it's only natural that the city's operational support should match its scale. For millennia, from the birth of the Liyue Qixing to its current roster of seven, they've all relied on the Yuehai Pavilion's secretary. The half-qilin illuminated beast, Ganyu, who assists the mortals in handling the most crucial matters. Although I detest deities, and have no liking for the adepti who signed contracts with the Geo Archon, a person like Ganyu is still deserving of my respect.

Ganyu: My job is to honor my contract with Rex Lapis by looking out for the interests of all living things in Liyue.

The Liyue Qixing has changed over generations. Centuries have passed in the blink of an eye. Ganyu's accompanied Liyue through many a storm. But Liyue harbor itself-- Can this city really become a safe harbor for an adeptus in the world of mortals? When the Geo Archon Morax was alive, an adeptus like Ganyu could find a sense of belonging in the human city. But at present, when the Rite of Parting has already marked his end, the loneliness of an "inhuman" living in the human world; will it take Ganyu over completely...?

Xiao: Conqueror of Demons

Many fell in the Archon War. But though their life force faded, their power and malice survived as remnants posing a continued threat to the world. In Liyue the task of ending this threat, or rather, enduring it falls to Xiao. To most in Liyue Xiao is a name seldom heard, and as the few who have seen him can attest he appears only when grave danger is nigh... Coming across this adeptus, should one count their blessings, or their curses?

Xiao: Conquering demons is what I do

For millennia, tales of the yaksha have been told in Liyue. But over time these defenders of the masses have all but disappeared. Only Xiao still honors his contract with the Geo Archon by performing the duties assigned to him. Though the cost of this duty is perpetual solitude... I know that adepti suffer heartache just as I do, but I cannot know Xiao's future. Will Xiao be ravaged by the unending war he wages and be plunged into despair? Or will he meet someone who understands his sacrifice and can shine a ray of light into his dark world...

Hu Tao: Fragrance in Thaw

The people of Liyue value tradition, and their traditions are embodied in all manner of rites. Of these, the rites that mark life's end are of utmost importance. Liyue's funeral rites are complex, and only Wangsheng Funeral Parlor can conduct them to the satisfaction of all. Wangsheng has stood for 77 generations and has gained still greater fame in recent years thanks to their eccentric young director, Hu Tao.

Hu Tao: When the sun's out, bathe in sunlight. But when the moon's out, bathe in moonlight.

Wangsheng Funeral Parlor conducts rites of utmost solemnity, and its staff are used to speaking little making Hu Tao's liveliness seem an ill fit. Her elders once criticized her mischief-making, but having seen her immaculate conduct of the parlor's affairs they could do naught but admit their error. Life and death are but two halves of an endless cycle. Life leads unto death, and death unto new life--why, then, should death be taboo? Hu Tao has had the wisdom to see this, though some of her elders have yet to do so.

Rosaria: Purger of the Shadows

Mondstadt's Church of Favonius has a very unique sister--Rosaria. Despite being a priestess, she has never been witnessed offering prayers to the gods. Swift of foot and aloof in speech, she becomes active in the darkness of Mondstadt's night. She belongs to a clandestine side of Mondstadt, brandishing sharp blades under the moonlight to strike down intruding shadows. In exchange for the people's freedom and peace, the nonbeliever is tasked with purging the filth that no light will touch. Hm... City blessed by the Anemo Archon... sleep soundly.

Rosaria: Pray, Not for the gods nor the betterment of others... but for yourself.

Mondstadt's nights are peaceful and tranquil. But in the quiet of the dark, there are those who glimpse a flash of cold steel. This is the dour sister who metes out punishment to protect this place of peace, and the sisters who are purity incarnate. Unperturbed with dirtying her hands, she has become a blood-soaked executioner. And having witnessed the cruelty of this world, she can no longer close her eyes and extol the blessings of the gods. Rosaria, the most unique sister in Mondstadt's Church of Favonius, never needed redemption from the gods, for she grasped it with her own hands.

Yanfei: Blaze of Legal Brilliance

Liyue is both the nation of contracts and the beating heart of trade in Teyvat. Its laws are rigorous and exhaustive, serving as pillars of order in a fluid population. But those able to memorize and abide by all the laws of the land number few indeed. Accordingly, when civil disputes and criminal proceedings arise the first point of call for many is Liyue Harbor's fames legal adviser--Yanfei.

Yanfei: Only by adhering to the law can the people solve life's myriad of problems.

Yanfei was born during Liyue's peacetime. Though part illuminated beast, she never signed a contract with the Geo Archon. Unconstrained by adepti responsibility, she keeps herself busy in the city. Experiencing all manner of worldly affairs, comprehending all levels of human emotion. In her hands the legal codices are a contract, a tool, a framework of reason, but never a cage. She longs for a free-spirited life well within the confines of the law. But each detail of the cumbersome legal codices is also dear to her heart. Perhaps one day, a balance can be struck between them.

Eula: Surging Frost

Ever since the first Knight of Favonius rid herself of her chains, the winds of freedom have carried the fight against oppression into every corner of Mondstadt. Yet today, among the ranks of the knights sworn to champion freedom, there walks a descendant of the former tyrannical aristocracy. Eula, the progeny of an infamous lineage, with vengeance always on her lips, is the captain of the Knights of Favonius Reconnaissance Company. The Sprindrift Knight, supremely skilled with her blade. Her controversial heritage leaves many wondering why the Knights would accept her. Perhaps because the songs of freedom woven into the Mondstadt winds first asked... why not?

Eula: Ready for reconnaissance.

There are those with hatred in their hearts that are able to do what Eula has done: take the lust for vengeance bequeathed to them by fate and channel it into a force for self-advancement. (Note: footage shows clips of Diluc and Kaeya) For Eula, this has set her down a path of peace and inner strength. Still there are others for whom the passage of time does nothing to quell the poison spreading through their souls. (Note: footage shows clip of Dainsleif and Aether) Only the future will reveal the path they take, but inevitably, it will be a different one.

Kaedehara Kazuha: Free Spirit

No one is sure when they first noticed it, but once in a while, from the deck of The Alcor, flagship of the heavily armed Crux Fleet, the soft sound of a flute can be heard following the ocean breeze to wherever it may lead. Trace the sound back to its source and you will see a young samurai of Inazuma, calmly sitting in a crow's nest, playing a leaf flute while taking in the sights and sounds of the natural world. But ask the other sailors about his story and you'll find they know little more than you. All they can tell you is: "He is a trainee sailor from Inazuma. His name is Kaedehara Kazuha."

Kaedehara Kazuha: Come driving rain or winds that churn, I shall return, by blade alone, armed, if barefoot, to my home...

Kaedehara Kazuha is no aimless wanderer--he has a deep sense of purpose. The young samurai left his homeland behind not to part with the past, but in the search for a new hope. As he navigates his path, he charts a course through the myriad of storms that come his way... His exposure to the elements keeps him in touch with nature, and connects him with other people who cross his path. Those who choose to defy the gods are destined for hardship. but even a maple leaf blowing in the breeze, if it falls into the right company, can learn to sail the storm-winds of the sea to shores beyond the horizon.

Kamisato Ayaka: Snowdance Heron

In Inazuma City, the Shirasagi Himegimi is a name known to all. Those fortunate enough to meet Kamisato Ayaka in person describe her as the princess of the Kamisato Clan. Graceful and dignified as a snow crane, but kind and gentle like a dove. She brings joy and hope to everyone she meets. The other half of perfection is, of course, martial prowess. So when Kamisato Ayaka draws her blade and assumes a fighting stance, her opponent should beware

Kamisato Ayaka: Kamisato Ayaka, present

When Inazuma locals discuss the Yashiro Commission they are full of praise for Kamisato Ayaka's cordial manner and sincerity of speech at social gatherings. When the name Shirasagi Himegimi is uttered it is done so in tribute to her flawless etiquette and impeccable character. But what can anyone know of how Ayaka views herself in her innermost being? As the "princess" of the Yashiro Commission's Kamisato Clan Ayaka shoulders her family's duty to cherish the aspirations of ordinary people. But she also has dreams of her own that she holds dear. Perhaps the thing that she really needs is a companion on her journey, with whom to share a pot of tea and to play a game of Go. And with whom to stand shoulder to shoulder when it comes time to draw her blade.

Yoimiya: Whispers of the Flames

If you ever make it to Inazuma, and ask the locals what to see while you're there, nearly everyone you talk to will emphatically recommend a fireworks display. Like shooting stars in reverse, they fly up into the night, then burst into color illuminating the sky and sea, and the faces of those watching below. This short by dazzling spectacle is all the work of one woman: Inazuma's most skilled fireworks expert, Yoimiya.

Yoimiya: Hehehe, let me give this "shooting fireworks straight into the skies with a bow" business a shot!

As the explosions in the sky fade away, breathless spectators find their friends and leave. But Yoimiya is already busy preparing for the next display. It is a time-honored routine, unchanging night after night. And everyone in Inazuma looks forward to the splendid sight of her latest creations. After a brief moment, the dazzling flashes fade, and the crowds are gone. After hundreds of years, this sight is nothing new to me. But who's to say that brief moments of splendor can't become everlasting memories? The god who pursues eternity has yet to realize that not all that endures is constant. Time can keep fireworks in people's minds long after they've faded. Just as, once in a while, it can send stars fixed high above plummeting down to the ground. (Note: Both times stars are mentioned, clips of Aether are playing)

Sayu: Whirling Windwheel

Ninjas are often portrayed moving under the veil of night, stealthily conducting their mission in the shadows. As such, people tend to let their imaginations regarding ninjas run wild. Filching objects in a flash. Vanishing without a trace. And laying poisonous traps. Such skills are necessary to be worthy of the "ninja" title, but in the eyes of ninja Sayu, no matter how profound the art of ninjutsu may be, it is to be used but for a single purpose: slacking off. To this ninja, who never passes on an opportunity to be lazy, the stirring of the leaves is not the opportune diversion to strike her enemy. Rather, it's a favorable time to slip away for a nice nap.

Sayu: Sayu, Shuumatsuban, at your disposal! Whew, but if you don't need me right now, I'm gonna grab some sleep.

Striving for the dreams of your youthhood is an admirable thing, indeed. Only by improving yourself can you face the vicissitudes of life. And when it comes to improving yourself, whether it's sharpening your combat skills or simply trying to grow taller, to the young anything worth striving for is a truly valuable endeavor. Heh, now that I think about it, I, too, was probably once that way. Naïve, persistent, and untiring... Hehe... I'm only joking, of course. I've long forgotten the happenings of hundreds of years ago.

Raiden Shogun: Tranquil Thunder

In the eyes of Inazumans, the Raiden Shogun is not only an archon, but also a symbol. She is their superior leader who embodies eternal thunder and radiance. Her Excellency, the Almighty Narukami Ogosho, a thousand-year-old protector of Inazuma. Little do they know that the current ruler of Inazuma, the Raiden Shogun residing high up in Tenshukaku, is no longer the same archon who emerged victorious from the Archon War

Raiden Shogun: The campaign begins.

Neighboring the Dark Sea, Inazuma has witnessed many a war. For the pursuit of Eternity and the prosperity of Inazuma, the Raiden Shogun stuck stubbornly to her path. But what let some bloom, made others wither. There is no gain without the pain of loss. When facing their fears, archons and mortals are all the same. Yet archons are born arrogant--by attempting to grasp the heavenly principles, she brought a disaster upon mortals. Perhaps some may say that I'm overstating what happened, but... I'm just speaking from experience after all.

Aloy: Mystical Glow of Frost (Note: video narrated by Alice)

If memory serves me right, the last time an outlander visited Teyvat was centuries ago. Imagine my surprise, when I discovered yet another guest during my most recent travels. A machine hunter, an outcast of the Nora tribe. Oh my, I cannot wait to learn more about her and her abilities. Let's not dilly-dally and begin our research!

Aloy: Aloy here. I don't know this world, but my arrows are sharp and my bow's ready.

I hope you've found my research as informative as I did. As a sorceress, I love making new discoveries, examining all kinds of otherworldly things, and using that knowledge to create something new. Maybe Aloy and I are more alike than it may seem. Though she lays so many roles in her home world, Aloy begins her journey in Teyvat with a clean slate. She'll get to know new places, meet new companion, and reconsider what her homeland means to her. With her survival skills, adventuring in Teyvat should be a breeze. Ah, if only she'd let me tinker with her bombs a little.

Kujou Sara: Thunderstrike Feather

The tengu of Inazuma dwell in the mountain forests, rarely appearing in human society. To live among humans as Kujou Sara does, not to mention serve as their army general, is almost unheard of. One wonders if, in her eyes, the profound seclusion of the densely wooded mountains and the eternity pined for by the Raiden Shogun bear any similarity to each other...

Kujou Sara: I will lead us to victory.

As a tengu raised by humans, Kujou Sara heeds the call of humanity, forsaking her own kind to fight for the mortal world in battle. Perhaps those who achieve such outstanding feats are too satisfied with their own brilliance to realize that their god has raised them in a prison. Sometimes, I cannot decide whether the greater tragedy is to have lost all one's own ambition or to have adopted the wishes of a god as one's own.

Thoma: Crimson Armor of Loyalty

Strict regulations govern everything in Inazuma. Outlanders looking for a home away from home face many obstacles here. So how did a Mondstadter called Thoma earn a reputation as a local "fixer" and secure a job with the Yashiro Commission? Is this a testament to the Kamisato Clan's magnanimity? Or to Thoma's exceptional abilities?

Thoma: Where we headed this time?

As an outsider in Inazuma, Thoma is often viewed as someone who doesn't belong. To this day, many believe the slander behind his back. But through his own hard work, and the Kamisato Clan's tolerant attitude, Thoma has carved out a space for himself here despite the somewhat hostile environment. Occasionally, a thought crosses my mind: If one who has turned their back on the gods ever chose to follow them once more, would any such favorable treatment be extended to them? Regrettably, no opportunity of this nature exists. Nor would I have the desire to take it. Over centuries of futility I have at least learned one thing: So long as you have determination you can always keep going. A defender's will is a precious thing and hatred can serve to nourish it.

Arataki Itto: Supreme Superstrength

In recent years, the efforts of one young Crimson Oni have earned the loud and proud Arataki Gang a certain measure of fame in Inazuma City's Hanamizaka district. Or perhaps that should be "infamy"? Either way, when it comes to their founder and leader, Arataki Itto, everyone has to agree--he's one of a kind.

Arataki Itto: Arataki "Numero Uno" Itto, here in the flesh! Hahaha... *cough*

Compared to his peers, Arataki Itto has lived a colorful life, and is familiar with the inside of a prison cell, fully qualifying him as the rightful leader of the Arataki Gang. Though some may contest his way of handling things, the members of this young Crimson Oni's gang choose to follow him, despite the diet of grilled Lavender Melon. *huffs* Well, it's one way of living. And ultimately, surviving on sporadic work and next to no Mora is still an easier task than trying to deny your destiny.

Gorou: Forward Unto Victory

In the vast and mysterious world of Teyvat, there are as many ways of life as there are people. Some heed the call of duty, others the call of freedom. Some follow their beliefs, others their talents. A few trust their instincts and rise to shoulder great responsibility, a prime example being General Gorou of Watatsumi Island. Since you never know what the enemy might throw at you, the key to surviving the chaos of battle is being able to adapt in the moment

Gorou: Keep your weapon at the ready. You never know what's around the corner

Whether they seek it or not, those of exceptional ability and character tend to gain the trust of the masses. For Gorou, this trust serves both as a confirmation of his abilities and motivation to hone them continuously. But the cost of being someone that everyone relies on is the burden of responsibility that it brings. Everything from helping the troops with their daily struggles, to keeping Watatsumi Island safe and secure ultimately falls on Gorou's shoulders. Time and fate treat such notions with contempt which can make the burden unbearably heavy. If one day the world is turned upside down, will his instincts and determination alone provide him with enough strength to keep carrying the load he bears?

Shenhe: Fluttering of Frosty Feathers

Although the paths through the lofty peaks of Jueyun Karst are arduous, there are always bright-eyed mortals who come seeking the adeptal path. For all their ambition, most mere mortals cannot fathom the way to the adepti and return from their fruitless journeys disappointed. Yet those "fortunate" enough to encounter some hardship may suddenly find themselves being rescued by a divine young lady. Stunned by the elegance of their silver-haired savior, they hastily begin bowing excitedly, in reverence and adulation... Only to find their "adeptus" rescuer remain indifferent and leave without even a second glance

Shenhe: I will do as you command.

Liyue Harbor is known as a bustling melting pot of a city, ready to welcome any and every lonely figure. But if Shenhe truly wishes to rejoin human society, there is much she will have to learn. Even I myself do not relish the solitary life I lead. When others are fortunate enough to meet a companion for their journey, I sincerely wish them the very best. After all, to this day, I hold that people should be authors of their own fate. Both the crane ready to make peace with the past and the beast with a grudge to bear have the freedom to make their journey home.

Yae Miko: The Mocking of a Tenko

Yae Miko is a divine kitsune. As the Electro Archon's familiar and Guuji of the Grand Narukami Shrine, her dignified presence commands awe and respect. But as chief editor of the Yae Publishing House, and a patron and participant of festivities, her crafty tone keeps you guessing. This leaves many uncertain of how to deal with the majestic but mystifying Miko. In reality, however, If you want to make Lady Guuji smile you needn't deliver an eloquent speech, you simply need to say these four magic words: "Something amusing just happened."

Yae Miko: Whatever would you do without me?

In storytelling skill, the writers of the Yae Publishing House are my superior. When I get talking, I tend to speak of true historical events. But under Chief Editor Yae's guidance works of sheer fantasy thrive accounting for the vast majority of popular light novels. Maybe in another few centuries archaeologists will find books filled with pure fiction, mistake them for rare historical records, and draw all kinds of conclusions from them. Perhaps by then the truth of the past will be consumed as entertaining fiction, it's only purpose to meet people's need for novelty. Save for the sneering of the kitsune all that will remain is the despairing sighs of the long-forgotten.

Kamisato Ayato: Reflection of the Moon and Flowers

Surrounding the epicenter of power is a tangle web of powerful factions. Where vested interests and hidden agendas lurk beneath the surface. For someone to not only rise to the top in this environment, but also maintain stability, they must be exceptionally shrewd and highly skilled. Anyone who hopes to meet the man at the top would be wise to first make sure that they know exactly whose side they're on...

Kamisato Ayato: What's that? Join you for a walk? Why not.

Many years ago, the Yashiro Commission faced upheaval for their transgressions. The Kamisato Clan survives today because they found favor in the eyes of a god. But they bear an eternal obligation to be guardians of the divine. If you ask the head of the Kamisato Clan what he truly holds sacred, I daresay "the will of the gods" would not be his answer. And so, though Kamisato Ayato appears to handle his affairs with consummate ease, when all is said and done, he is simply an ordinary soul caught between the divine and the mundane. If there comes a day when the instruction of the gods conflicts with that which he has sworn to protect, how then will he preserve his delicately maintained stability?

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