Liquid Smooth
Coriolanus Snow x Reader, Lucy Gray Baird x Reader
~Description~
Your little village and most importantly your life was peaceful before the Blonde God…
~Warnings~
dubious consent, Body control, blood, vampirism, master/servant, trauma, thoughts of suicide, Vampire AU
A/N: I'm so sorry if I didn't get the right dialect for the time period ijbol I tried so that's all that matters.
You could remember the first time you saw him. You were just a girl then while the Blonde God stood in front of your home with nothing but a bloody and marred blouse. He was there for your sister. He took her just like the other girls around the village. You remember not feeling anything as your own parents dragged her out of the home. You were numb, just like how you were when you saw your friend Arachne being shoved into his arms years later.
Everyone in the village feared the Blonde God. But you… you didn’t know if you could call how you felt fear. Was it fear? You believed it was so, at least that was what you told yourself.
Sister Gaul, a once good woman with pure intentions, changed when he came to her. He changed everything about her once kind demeanor. You could recall the first time she spoke of him, “God, himself, sent him here, for us!”
Your village, every one of them, was to worship him by giving him the girls he asked for and nothing else. In exchange, he would provide food and protection to your village. The families of the village weren’t hesitant to give them up, some were but their faith ran high for them even to question it. You were forced to watch as girl after girl would be given to him without a second thought. Some were lucky enough to survive this taking. But they went fully there when they came back nor did they remember what happened.
You could never stop thinking about his frosted stare that cold night. There was nothing but intense callousness in his eyes. For some reason, you still felt something hidden beneath it. Something deeper than his want for you to fear him. It was difficult to even explain to yourself so you made yourself forget that interaction. You made yourself forget you even had a sister.
You stared up at the ceiling pretending that the shadows in your room were animals like little fluffy bunnies prancing above you. It had your mind occupied till your little brother woke up with a sob.
“Another nightmare…” he whispered.
You sighed as you grasped his hands tightly. They started back when your sister was taken. They never stopped since. His dreams that he experienced that he explained to you were almost forewarnings. Like his inner mind knew when he was going to come, to take, and to devour…
“Anibal, remember what I told you. Breathe in and out,” you whispered as you smooth out his hair. He did what you said and when he was more relaxed did you ask, “Does thee want to tell me what happened?”
He became stiff next to you but he still tried to breathe through it before speaking up, “I saw him.”
“What happened…”
“Thou is next.” he ghostly whispered. You could tell it broke him to say it.
You sucked in a breath as you stared at the ceiling again, hugging him close and hushing him. His sobs were the only thing in the room you could focus on. You knew it was true. Anibal has seen it come true but you had long accepted your fate. No matter how much it hurts to have to leave your little brother alone in such a cold place. It was God’s will. He was the one that shined The Blonde God to your little village.
He was the one to blame.
. . .
“We can run away!”
“Be quiet Sejanus… they will hear us,” Festus for the first time in forever was actually being reasonable.
“Listen to me!” Sejanus yelled again.
“Sejanus, hush!” Hilarius finally said.
Clemensia’s eyes fell onto yours as you entered the little hideaway. She swiftly walked over to you and immediately wrapped herself around you. You could see the faint marks on her throat from when it was her time. You didn't know how she even survived but she did with no memory of what happened but it wasn’t like anyone had the stomach to ask.
“They have been at it for hours now,” She whispered as she slowly let you go.
“Can’t say I’m surprised…” You whispered back as you watched Sejanus and Festus argue once more.
“Honestly, it’s just Sejanus going mad with ideas. He hasn’t stopped since we started.” She stared at them before rolling her eyes. “Anyways, How is thee? How is Anibal?”
“We are managing as well as our parents,” You sighed.
“I can tell it looks like thou hasn’t had any sleep since the solstice,” Clemmie said with a smile as she rubbed your cheek.
You smiled back. She let go before staring at them and sighing. “Get some rest. For me at least.”
You nodded as she walked towards them trying to calm them both down before they started another fight.
You thought about what she said about getting rest. But you just couldn’t. You had to comfort your little brother if he woke up from a nightmare. You couldn’t bear the thought of him suffering through it alone. No one should ever have to see their siblings dying at the hands of a god. You didn’t have your parent’s help to comfort him. You are all he has. Ever since your sister was taken, your parents weren't the same. The light drained from them, and every day became a new struggle.
“We don’t have to live in this village anymore,” Sejanus said as he threw down his bible. Everyone stared at him. They were exhausted from fighting. “We can start anew just like our father’s fathers did. We did it once, and we can do it again.”
“Think of what thee is asking! Alone in his woods? Thou has truly lost thyself to madness,” Hilarius spoke out.
“I’m not mad. Not any more than Sister Gaul. She and that godforsaken drunk of a priest are to blame. They led that demon into our village.”
Then there was a chuckle from the corner of the room. It was small but it quieted the room.
“Wilt thou stop it… there is no escaping this fate, Sejanus. I have come to terms with it and so shall you,” Io laughed. She continued to rock back and forth before finally breaking down.
It was quiet after that and Sejanus sighed loudly and left without another word.
“I’ll talk some sense into him,” you said following after him but someone stopped you with a tug.
You knew who it was before even turning around. A pair of beautiful, soft brown eyes locked onto yours. Your face lit up brightly just by the sight of hers.
“Thee willn’t go alone,” Lucy Gray said as she held your hand. You nodded and led the way toward the place you knew Sejanus would be.
It didn’t take long to get to the lake. You saw Sejanus there with a hard stare. He was throwing rocks. You stood back a little as Lucy Gray walked closer to him, letting go of your hand.
“You want to play a round?” Lucy Gray asked.
Sejanus wasn’t surprised it was you two who followed after him.
“You shouldn’t have to follow me,” he mumbled. “Always the peacemakers.”
“Sejanus…”
“Mad, crazy Sejanus… that’s all I am to them. As if this ritual isn't barbaric.”
“It is, Sejanus, it’s just…” you said trying to find the words but Lucy Gray completed it for you.
“We are all scared. There would be no way for us to run away and start anew. He would find us. Bring us back… bloody just like he did with Billy,” Lucy Gray croaked.
Billy was a touchy subject, no one brought him up. Ever. It was mostly fear that drove them never to mention his name again.
Sejanus stared out into the water. Sighing as he skipped his last rock, “I wish everything was different…”
You came forward, pulling his hands into yours.
“I long for a different life too. We all do… But we have to stick with the present or at least try and think of smarter ways out of here without getting caught,” You spoke up. “Thee shouldn’t yell out plans to get them to listen.”
You all chuckled before Sejanus agreed.
. . .
Her lips were soft against yours. They were like petals off of flowers and tasted like warm sugar. It reminded you of the first time she ever kissed you. Out in the forest while you were scavenging for berries. It started as a small game. Whoever gathered the most berries would get a reward. You won and you were surprised when she gave you a peck on the lips.
Your first-ever kiss.
But it was so much more different now… it was heated, more intimate. She held your waist, rubbing it up and down. Her other hand held your face. Your hands were around her neck pulling her closer. The soft grass acted like a cushion between you and the hard surface of the earth.
She pulled back slowly, licking her lips as she looked into your eyes. You could feel your face becoming heated at the gesture. She smiled as she played with your hair.
“Lucy Gray… why ever did thou stop?” You playfully teased as you tried to regain your breath. You couldn’t stop looking into her big brown eyes. They were always the first things that captivated you. Her hand made its way to your face, her thumb slowly rubbing your lips.
“I wanted to see thou’s beautiful face,” she whispered, nudging her nose with yours.
You giggled as you both stared at each other. She looked so beautiful and relaxed under the pale moonlight. Here she was just yours, and you hers. You could forget everything about yourself. She was your escape.
She slowly started to kiss you again but this time she made her way down your face. Her lips made their way to your neck then your collarbone, nipping and kissing whatever spots she could find, causing a slight whimper to leave your lips. You could feel her smile against your throat as you whined.
Your mind though couldn’t stop drifting. She could help you forget but only to a certain extent. You thought about Anibal. You were scared your parents left him alone again. They promised they wouldn’t but you couldn’t take that chance.
“We… we need to get back soon,” you whispered.
“Ye needn’t worry. They won’t expect us to be back for another hour,” she said softly against your breast. You held her hand and her eyes moved to yours.
“It will take a good while to lace this backup, Ms. Lucy Gray.”
“It willn’t, gorgeous. Not with my quick fingers,” she said with a smirk that you wanted to wipe off so badly. You rolled your eyes and tried your best to hide the smile on your face as you let her proceed with a nod.
You gasped as she held her hand to your chest, kissing her way slowly down your chest. She loved to worship your body. You were never the one that gave, Lucy Gray was too much of a giver for her to let you. She insisted that you lay back and let her ravage you.
Her fingers danced their way down your stomach and then to your skirt. So many layers for warmth but all you wanted to do was to rip them off. You felt her push it up slowly. She loved to take her time. That and the mix of her licking and kissing your breasts made you wither beneath her.
You felt her fingers swipe across your clit, your head fell back and the air in your lungs left. She made her way back up to your face, a gleeful expression adorned on her features.
“Can I?” She whispered in your ear.
You nodded before pressing your lips against hers. She smiled into the kiss as her fingers slowly entered you. She was always so gentle and loving when she used her fingers. Her thumb slowly circled your clit making you moan out. Your whole body felt like it was soaked as she played you like an instrument.
A part of you wanted to be on top this time around. You didn’t know how but you managed to flip both of you over. You were on top though you were the one still spread for her. She smirked as she went faster. Her gaze was the only thing you could focus on. Her soft smile and big brown eyes. You leaned in as her other hand held your face, her thumb softly moving over your lips. She gave you a heart-melting kiss before pulling away.
It wasn’t going to be long now. You were moaning now coming apart on her fingers. You knew you were close, it was written all over your face. She smiled before kissing your cheeks.
“Cum for me, gorgeous,” she whispered.
You cried out into her shoulder gripping her clothes and the grass surrounding you. Tears kissed your eyes then and you couldn’t stop the giggle that came out. You fell beside her staring up into the starry sky.
“What is it?” She asked. You were the only thing she stared at.
“I started tearing up,” you replied with a smile. You felt her finger wipe away a tear.
“As I said, quick and magical fingers,” she said, waving her fingers in the air.
“You are gross!”
“And you love me for it.”
“And I love you for it.”
She held you tightly while you both laughed.
“We need to get dressed. Mother is cooking your favorite.”
“Tis not a jest?” She bolted up immediately and you shook your head with a smile.
“We need to go.”
“Okay, okay. Help me with my bodice first,” you laughed.
You both sat up and she made quick work on your bodice. When she was done her hands made their way around your waist pulling you close to her. Her lips found yours once again. Only then did you hear a twig snap and both of you looked in the direction of the sound. Yet there was nothing there.
“We should…”
“Yes, we should get going… come on,” Lucy Gray said wearily. She picked you up swiftly and walked you out of the forest hand in hand.
. . .
“O God, the all-powerful made us anew!” Father Casca mumbled.
He was drunk like he always was since him. It was so obvious that your brother even looked at you. Your little brother’s perplexed face would usually make you laugh but it was concerning you how it seemed like Father Casca wasn’t all there nowadays. He would mumble for hours about God and the gifts he brought to the village just like he did now.
“Thou brought Him to us! We shall thank thee! All shall thank our all-powerful God. Shouldn’t we Sister Gaul?”
She was beside him. Her stature was so upright it seemed like her back would snap from the tension. She nodded and narrowed her eyes, watching him wave her onto the pedestal. She closed her eyes before huffing.
“We shall thank thee in an ending prayer,” Sister Gaul announced.
You looked over at Lucy Gray who was giving you a slight smile. “Drunks,” she mouthed. You had to stop a smile from forming. Mama wouldn’t tell you the end of it if you laughed now.
Finally, after the prayer the communion ended. You could finally go on and do your chores. You used to hate them but that was before a time long forgotten. You didn’t have to think when you did them.
“Hitherto me, little one,” Mother said with a glazed stare.
“Yes, mother.” You walked towards her, Anibal was beside her staring at the edge of the forest. His eyes were watery but before you could even question it your mother spoke up.
“Gather water.” She then gave a quick hug, and an even quicker whisper, “Hurry back when thy is done.”
“Of course, mother.” She held your face and tucked your hair behind your ear.
She was getting afraid too now. You knew then that Anibal had probably told her too what he saw. You tried to keep it off your mind on the way to the well. The well was a pretty sight to behold. Flowers were growing near the well. It was someone’s favorite. But you immediately pushed it out of your mind as you lowered the bucket.
“Shall we have another go,” A voice said. You smirked as you already knew who it was.
“It’s barely been a day and thee already misses me?” You quietly replied as you pulled the bucket back up.
“Of course, I can’t bear to be without thee,” Lucy Gray whined.
You laughed as you sat the bucket on the edge of the well. You turned around to see Lucy Gray with flowers in her hair. It was a beautiful sight. She looked like a goddess.
Her hands were behind her back as she stepped closer. When her hands came into view she had the same flowers and put them throughout your hair.
“I got some for your mother as well,” she said with a smile.
“Lucy Gray… how thoughtful.”
Her face was so close to yours now. Your hand made its way to her face, light cupping her cheeks before pulling her into a kiss. She tasted like she did before, sweet and soft. Her hands wrapped themselves tightly around your waist. The kiss deepened as you pulled her closer to you like you were afraid she was going to vanish in front of you. You could feel her smile as her lips pressed against yours.
You pulled back, staring at her temple to temple.
“I love you,” you whispered, almost scared she was going to pull away.
“I love you too,” she said back with that soft smile.
You both would’ve continued if you hadn’t heard a noise coming from deeper in the forest. You both snapped your heads in the direction of it.
“We should go… I need to go give Mother this water.”
“It’s almost midday, gorgeous, there's nothing to be scared of right now. The sun is out, nothing will hurt us here,” she said and she sounded so sure.
Lucy Gray let you go as she walked towards the sound. You stood there furrowing your brows, trying to keep yourself calm as she walked deeper in. She was right, the sun was beaming down, so the creatures of the woods were resting now. Still, you were shaky, unable to calm yourself down from being left alone in his woods nonetheless.
“Lucy Gray, Mother will expect me to be back by now…” you yelled out.
You felt a sudden touch on your shoulder, causing you to jump.
“Be not a fool Lu-,” You laughed as you turned around.
But there was no one there. You kept your face straight ahead, the smile that was once on it now gone.
You heard Lucy Gray yell your name after a minute. She grabbed you laughing.
“There was a fawn…” she stopped laughing as she took in your face. “What’s wrong with thee?”
She grabbed both of your hands as she tried to force a smile on her face. She repeated your name taking you out of your trance.
“I- I don’t… we should get back, Lucy Gray,” you whispered.
“Yes, of course,” She replied with a nod.
You both walked out of the forest. You can’t help but still feel the sense of something or someone… still staring out at you, watching, waiting for its moment to strike.
…
You woke up to the sound of Anibal praying. He was focused as he recounted a specific prayer.
“O God, the Protector of all that trust in Thee, without whom nothing is strong, nothing is holy, increase and multiply upon us Thy mercy; that, Thou being our Ruler and Guide, we may so pass through things temporal that we finally lose not the things eternal. Grant this, O heavenly Father, for Jesus Christ’s sake our Lord. Amen.”
You were silent as he went back to bed sliding in next to you. He shook tirelessly and you wondered how you didn’t wake up before to comfort him.
“Anibal..?” You whispered.
He stilled and you sighed as you pulled him close to you. It was still dark out, dawn still hadn't broken. Anibal turned to you, hugging you close to him.
“Was it a nightmare?”
He nodded with his eyes closed.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
He shook his head and before long started to sleep quietly. You were scared. He usually always told you his dreams. You petted his head while staring out to the small window. You could feel sleep coming slowly just before you heard some light tapping.
You looked out the window again. Nothing. You ignored it and tried to drift off. This time it proved to be harder. You slowed your breathing and thought about Lucy Gray. Her beautiful smile and voice. The way she held you. Then finally you could feel your mind calm and your body relax.
You woke up again to your mother holding your face and smiling down at you.
“My beautiful one… wake up,” she said softly.
Anibal wasn’t next to you which confused you. He was always the one to wake you up first. You stared at her silently and rubbed your eyes.
“Mother… where’s Ani?”
“Outside with father. Thee has overslept.”
“Mother! I’m so sorry, forgive my laziness oh lord please forgive me.”
“No, no thee is fine. Thee looks much better now. Well rested,” Mother said quietly, sadly.
You stared at her, your eyebrows furrowed. You could tell something was wrong. Something wasn’t right.
“Is something wrong Mother..? What ails you?”
“Nothing, Beautiful one,” she says again but it came out with a croak, tears were starting to bloom in her eyes.
You looked outside. It wasn’t any lighter, it was like time stopped moving. She smoothed out your face as if she’s never going to see it again. That’s when it clicked. You stared at her, shaking your head.
Father came not a second later, picking you up, and dragging you through the door. You couldn’t stop the scream that tore through you, matching yours was Anibal’s locked inside of your parents' room.
“WAIT! Cyril!”
“Marilu… it’s time. He’s been waiting all night. It’s almost dawn.”
“Just let me have a few more moments, please. She will not have the same fate as dear Brionna,” Mother started to cry. First a couple of tears then rivers started following from her.
“I love you, my sweetest girl…” she hugged you tightly as you cried with her.
“I- please… please! Don’t do this… please Father Mother!”
Father ignored you as your sobbing worsened. Anibal’s screams got louder like he knew you neared the door.
“Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, As it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, As we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from evil…” You whispered your voice quivering as your father threw you outside. You kept reciting the Lord’s Prayer until you saw him. All the sounds that came from your home were silenced in his presence.
You kept still like if you moved he would strike you right then and there. Like a snake.
His blue piercing eyes were all you could focus on. You would’ve screamed if his presence didn’t send you into a deep state of fatigue. His head tilted at you, making you feel so insignificant. Your memory of that day flashed through you. The day he stole your sister.
Your sister… Your sweet sister… On the ground being held by her hair. His cobalt eyes stared into yours. His face tilted at you, a smile slowly etched onto his features. That crazed and twisted stare with a smile so deadly it could tear out a man’s heart. He dropped your sister’s head and made his way towards you. You could remember the feeling of arms tugging you and the only thing you heard was the sound of you and your sister’s screams.
You felt a whoosh of air around you, a sharp piercing pain on the side of your neck, and then blood coating your lips.
Then it was nothing. Just the sensation of falling through the air. You were blind to it all. Or maybe it was too dark to see. That was all you could remember.
. . .
It was dark.
Silent, dark, and cold.
Your eyes could barely pry themselves open but when you could finally see. You saw black. The room was covered in black. The bed you were on. The walls. The floor. The ceiling. It was all the same color making it seem like you were in more of a void than a room. You carefully pulled off the covers from yourself. Your jelly legs made you collapse onto the stone ground in a thud.
The pain was barely there if at all any. All you could feel was a sharpness at the base of your stomach. You wanted to claw it out, to rip it to pieces whatever was hurting you.
It didn’t feel like a wound or the feeling of something hitting you.
It felt like hunger…
Like you were starving.
You screamed out loud from a sudden new sting in your stomach. You were in so much pain you couldn’t bear it anymore.
You collapsed again.
When you woke up it was a bit brighter. You were somehow on the bed now. There was a candle lit on the other side of the room. It was spacious, nothing like you and Anibal’s room.
You stared at it and you wanted to go pick it up. To investigate it but the pain. The hunger within you kept you down on the bed. You fell asleep again but this time when you woke up, you felt liquid going down your throat.
You looked up only to be greeted with a piercing gaze. Long blonde hair was all you could really see along with a scent of sweet cream. You tried to focus again on the sight before you. You could see clearly that a girl was above you. Just from the hair alone, you knew who it was.
Arachne was just hovering above you. Her hand was stretched out while blood flowed from it and into your mouth. You screamed, a shriek so loud it made you question if it was even you who did it. You pushed her away from you and took in the scene in front of you.
Blood was all over your nightgown. A nightgown you didn’t even remember you had on. The white tulle was now ruined, and blood was soaked all over your collar, bodice, and arms. You stared down and you couldn’t stop screaming.
But what made you scared, so scared you couldn’t stop crying… you finally felt satisfied. Full for the first time in many days you felt like you’d been there. You wanted more so much more so you could be full.
You were already near Arachne’s neck when you finally came to. You forced yourself away and your back hit the wall hard.
You watched Arachne. She was unmoving in a ball on the floor. She looked skinny like she was drained of every fiber of her being. It was like she was in a trance. She wasn’t fully there, her eyes were pale and hollow. Her cheeks were so gaunt that you could see the outline of her bones. You couldn’t stop the tears that escaped your eyes. If this was the fate of Arachne… then what of your sister?
You had hoped she was dead, so she wouldn’t see what you were now.
You turned your head sharply to the sound of a door opening. Two small men came strolling in, behind them was who you knew as the Blonde God. His blonde hair and bright blue eyes were mesmerizing. You were pulled into a trance just by the sight of him alone.
The men grabbed Arachne as her head lolled over. You wanted to run over and grab her back. You wanted to kill those men for even touching her but you were too scared to even move. Just from his presence alone, the Blond God made the room stand still.
He walked near you, hands politely behind his back. You got a whiff of his scent, roses. The sweet smell of roses made its way to you. He stared at you while a smile slowly started to spread across his face.
“Finally, thee is awake,” he said, his voice almost enchanting.
You stayed quiet, folding your arms around yourself and shaking.
“I’m sure thee isn’t hungry… right? I made sure Arachne was able to sustain thee for the time being.”
He walked closer before bending his knees to meet you at eye level.
“Or maybe I’m wrong… and thee still hungers for more.”
You shook your head and he pulled out a deep chuckle. There was something about him that made you want to submit. The intense feeling that he was supposed to be in control over you. You stared at him. It was a strange feeling. Very strange. He gave you his hand and pulled up with him.
You sighed and stared down at your feet. You couldn’t even feel how cold the stone was, you couldn’t feel anything. It was as if your senses had heightened and depleted.
He walked you to the door and out into the hallway. It was long and dark, foreboding almost. You looked around and there were candles dimly lighting your way. You could see without it not that candles would’ve helped much anyway.
He walked you to the dining hall. It was large and spacious. There was no way he kept this all to himself. He walked you toward your side of the grand table then he walked toward his. You stared at his end, there was a crystal goblet filled with red liquid. You already knew what it was by the smell of it.
He smiled towards you and spoke up, “I’m sure thou has questions?”
You didn’t know why but all you did was nod.
“So go ahead and ask away.”
“What…” you huffed and started again. You tried to think of what words to say. “Have you… turned me into a monster?”
“If you call everlasting beauty monstrous then sure.” He smiled.
You furrowed your eyebrows, “and those girls…”
“Fail transformations… they are as thou calls still living beings.”
“And my sister..?” You said trying to calm yourself down. You could feel anger coursing through you. “What was done with her?”
“Ahh Brionna… beautiful girl. Not a beauty like you.” He said in a tone that had your body swaying. You still pulled together a cold demeanor.
“What of her?” You said and pounded your hand on the table. Parts of yourself were batting for control and you needed to try to pull yourself together.
“Do not raise your voice at me, little dove,” he whispered and it was enough to make you silent but not obedient. “She’s gone… she walked into the sunlight and burst into flames. She couldn’t handle being like us.”
You shook your head as tears started to fill your eyes, “Why do you keep saying, us?”
“Because thou is now like me. Thee is part of the undead. A vampire.” He drank the rest of the goblet and let the blood drip down his mouth. His face now mirrored yours. He got up and walked towards you. You started to shake when he got closer, tears were falling fully now.
“What ails you, little dove?” he asked in such a soothing tone.
“You,” you whispered as you glared at him. “You are a monster.”
He was quiet when you got face to face with you and then he spoke up. His eyes were the only thing you could focus on.
“I am.”
He grabbed your face causing a scream out of your mouth. He took that moment to shove his tongue in your mouth. You tasted the sweet blood of another girl who was unlucky enough to be a blood vessel. He lifted you onto the table, holding you tightly to him as he made his way down your neck.
“I watched you… and that girl,” he whispered in your ear causing a shiver to run through you. “Little performers, the two of you are,” he chuckled as his hands ripped your nightgown in half.
You didn’t know what to do. Your body stayed still like it craved his touch. It was an actual battle for yourself, for your own body. You gasped as you clutched his hair, pulling it back when his fingers entered you.
“Tell me if I eat you better than she does,” he groaned when your nails started to puncture his head.
His tongue was all over you. He couldn’t stop licking and sucking every area around your clit. You screamed when his fingers entered a special spot within you. You didn’t want to be touched by him and yet you still yearned for it. Lucy Gray could only touch you like that and you felt like you were betraying her.
The feel of his fingers. The stickiness of his tongue had you moaning and writhing beneath him. Your crying didn’t slow once when you felt that sudden coiling in your stomach. When Lucy Gray would do it to you. You let go of his hair to claw to the table, loud shrieks came from it. Your nails tore through the wood. He was all over you everywhere, sucking and kissing wherever he saw fit. Finally, you felt it, that euphoric feeling. A calm rushed over you and your whole body could finally relax. You breathed deeply as you felt him get up and kiss your lips deeply. In your blissed-out state you didn’t focus on the feel of his length on your thighs, so when he entered you the gasp that left you was sharp.
It was a different feeling that had you wanting to push him away. You couldn’t tell if you liked it but that didn’t stop him from thrusting into you. He was so deep that you had to gasp for air. Your chest curved up to the sky as if you were ascending to heaven itself.
You tried to keep a calm mind but it was all over the place every thrust and every moan that fell from his lips had you rolling your eyes. You could feel yourself go numb.
He held you to him, pressing his lips against yours. “Perfect, little dove. You feel so perfect.” He moaned into your lips.
His moaning had you tightening all around him. He smiled down at you, “So wet. Can’t you hear yourself and the way you are singing for me?”
You did but you didn’t want to focus on it. The sounds that came from you both, the wet noises of your cunt greedily sucking at his cock. You wanted to throw up, to pull him off of you but the brutal pace he set had you gripping him for stability. You crawled his back so hard you felt a wetness seep from it. It wasn’t his blood that was coursing through him. It was the one from the goblet. The smell told you, it was addicting. It smelled like roses, the first scent you ever smelled off him. You guessed that was the reason for the scent. You couldn’t stop yourself from biting down on his large chest. The groans that you pulled from him kept you from stopping and the blood was sweet liquid gold. It fully sated your hunger as soon as it hit your lips. You moaned from the taste alone.
He smiled at you as he brought his mouth down to your neck. He took a bite and started to drink from you too. The scent of blood in the air mixed with his thrusts had you coming again. He did one deep thrust that had him following you not long after. You were spent, you could barely pick yourself up. He stepped away from you and pulled his trousers back on.
“There are so many things for you to learn, little dove,” he said with a chuckle as he picked you up bridal style. You leaned your head against his chest.
“So many things.”
. . .
Coriolanus, your now master, was one of the first things he taught you. His name and what it meant. He taught you more things. Things you needed to do to survive.
But when he wasn’t teaching you, it was as if you were animals. It was nonstop he would come into your room and fuck you until you were a bloody mess under him. You felt awful. You couldn’t sleep anymore because of your now “ailment.” You could rest but not sleep, not dream. You wanted a place where you could escape him even just for a second.
But from what he taught you. You can’t… he was your master now. He was now connected to you in a way that forced you to submit to him. You had to listen to him because your body will. He owns you and your very soul, not that you had one since you were dead. You grew depressed. You couldn’t bear the thought of this being your life. For weeks on end, you would stare out the window waiting for something, someone. Anything. But nothing ever came, just him and… his hunger for you.
It got to the point where you couldn’t eat. You wanted to rot away desperately but he wouldn’t allow it. He threatened he would kill Aranche in front of you and your brother. He promised he would cut out her heart before feeding it to Anibal. It kept you from starving fully mostly because he took pity and gave you some of his “blood” to drink instead. Though it didn’t hurt you when you did starve yourself, you just didn’t look like yourself.
Your face would be gaunt and your skin looked so dull. It was like your body ate itself when you didn’t feast. Coriolanus didn’t like it when you looked like that. Since all your beauty would go away. He didn’t like it when you weren’t beautiful.
So every time you needed to drink he would fuck you and let you drink from him. He didn’t really care that he was a source of “blood” because of how much he loved being inside of you. Though he did taunt you from time to time and call it a jest. He made cruel remarks on how you can’t live like that forever and one of these days your hunger will drive you to kill every civilian in the village. You would deny ever needing human blood and he would laugh like you told him the funniest joke in the world. It was true. You didn’t know how long you could survive like this. Every day of him on top of you, and your body milking him for every drop of blood or otherwise.
That is why you ran. You ran fast, faster than your mind could comprehend. The way you escaped was spontaneous. You stabbed him with a makeshift stake and took off. You were weak this time around since you were still feeding off of him. Vampire blood wasn’t like human blood so it could only sustain you for so long. You could barely stand and you were “out of breath” for the first time since you were turned.
You collapsed onto the ground in a huff. You could barely move and to be completely honest you would’ve laid there forever. Forever… until you smelled something. You followed its scent even though you could barely control your senses. Your eyes were blurry and you could barely make out the small animal in front of you.
When you finally did see it you frowned. It was a bunny. A small helpless bunny.
You couldn’t bring yourself to harm it. There was no way so you turned away but the scent caught your attention again. You didn’t know when it got into your grasp or how. It was like you went into a frenzy. You couldn’t stop your body as your teeth pierced its soft flesh. You felt so much better after drinking its blood. You finally felt strong. You tried not to waste a single drop but some of it still ran down your chin.
You heard the sound of twigs breaking. It made you pause in your position. You heard the sound of your name from a voice you loved. The tone immediately placated you.
You turned around and the girl that stood there was in a black garb, the one she wore in mourning. You didn’t know how long it’s been since you’d last seen her. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy. She still looked so beautiful since the day you last saw her. You looked at her and all those times Coriolanus had you, were now all over your mind. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling.
“Lucy Gray,” you sobbed and ran into her arms.
She hugged you tightly to her or at least tried to. Usually, her arms felt tight around you. She always squeezed you like you were going to disappear from her. Now… she felt like nothing against you.
She was warm and soft against you. You could smell her, sweet just like her soft lips. You tried to ignore it as she hugged you. You could feel her tears all over your neck.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” you kept saying. She pulled back and held your face. Her eyes were stuck on the blood that covered your chin. You wiped at it, not even wanting to meet her eyes.
“Hush now… you’re okay. You’re with me now.” It got quiet after that Lucy Gray just stared at you while you stared at the ground. She said your name, holding your face up so you could look at her. “What happened?”
You started shaking your head as you leaned into her, “I can’t- I don’t…” You didn’t want to talk about that, you just wanted to hold her and never let go.
“Gorgeous…”
The nickname only caused an agonizing gasp to leave your cracked lips. How could she still call you that? You didn’t look like yourself. You thought you didn’t look like you were hers, so how could she still love you?
“How about we get you cleaned up?”
You couldn’t bring yourself to speak. It would only come out in a croak so you opted to nod. She took your hand and led you onto a path, a path you knew like the back of your hand. She slowly started to walk into the water with you. She walked until the water was around your waist. She rubbed off the dried blood on your chin and picked out the leaves and sticks in your hair. She rubbed off any remaining dirt and brought you back to the shoreline.
You were quiet as you sat there. Lucy Gray couldn’t stop the glances that she threw at you. She was worried, the last time you went silent. Your sister was stolen from you.
“Do you want to see Anibal?” She asked and you could only shake your head.
You couldn’t stand the thought of him seeing you like this. You weren’t you. You were dead. You weren't his sister anymore. You were going to continue to be “alive” while he would grow old and die. You couldn’t live with yourself if you gave him that fate. It would be better for him to think his sister was dead.
“I shouldn’t have come back…” you quietly said. Lucy Gray stared at you grabbing a hold of your hand.
“No, don’t say that. I thought I lost you,” she said as she held your hand in her lap.
“You did.” You stared into the water and watched as the waves crashed into the shore. You took your hand out of her lap and brought your knees to your chest. You were tired. No, tired wasn’t the right word. You felt dead. You started to cry again. You were in mourning for your life before the Blonde God.
Lucy Gray took your face in her hands. She rubbed your cheeks and then your lips before pulling you into a kiss. You melted into it. You missed the feeling of her. She was your safety that was until you felt the presence of your master. You turned to see him staring daggers at you both. You got up immediately and pushed her behind you.
“I gave thee eternal beauty… powers beyond the world has ever seen and thou betrayed me.”
“I… I just wanted to see her.”
“You almost killed me!” He screamed at you with so much malice you could only keep your gaze on the ground. He was berating you like you were a child though you almost killed him. You didn’t feel bad, maybe half of yourself did but you couldn't not fully. You never asked for it. You never wanted to be turned. You would rather be dead.
Lucy Gray stood next to you, standing ground. She glared at him, “Tis a shame really… that she didn’t kill thee. ‘would’ve been better off.”
Coriolanus gaze was hard now like he couldn’t believe a human was talking to him in such a way. Before you knew it he was grabbing her and holding her by the throat.
“No lesser being gets to speak to me like that. Especially you,” he said. You heard a sharp gasp come from her and you looked down at her chest to see the same stake you stabbed him with. He threw her onto the ground like she was nothing. You ran over to her tears flooded your eyes. You wanted to scream, to hurt Coriolanus, to do something but you couldn't, you could just hold her to your chest.
She smiled at you as she held her chest, “Tis better this way…”
You shook your head as tears made their way down your cheeks.
“I- I can’t live without you,” you cried, “I love you.”
She started to cry too at the sound of your voice. She closed her eyes trying and sighed, “I love you too.” She held your face and wiped your tears. Her touch was always still so soft. Her eyes started to glaze over when a thought came from you.
You looked at your wrist and slowly you sliced the skin. You didn’t know if it would work but you still tried. Blood spilled onto the ground as you held it over her mouth. You were pulled from her immediately when a few drops fell into her mouth.
“Foolish girl. It won’t work,” he angrily said as he pulled you close to him. He held his lips to your ear, you tried your best to pull him off. “She's dead, accept that.”
You screamed getting frustrated that you couldn’t pull him off of you.
“Accept it.” He said. You finally accepted that you weren’t going to be let go. You sighed as you stared at Lucy Gray. You could feel tears coming back as you turned your head.
. . .
“Drink,” he spoke again. It was the tenth time he said it. You were a shaking crying mess as you bit into Io’s wrist. She passed out in your lap. You were glad she did when she first saw you.
Every part of your body was raging at the smell of blood. Human blood. You groaned when the blood hit your tongue. You couldn’t say you didn’t miss the taste of human blood but you never felt more like a monster as you do now.
You dropped Io’s hand when you had enough. You sighed deeply and wiped your mouth with your sleeve. You stared at Coriolanus as he tipped his head meaning you could finally go back to your room and sulk. He hasn’t touched you since Lucy Gray. However many weeks or months since that happened you haven’t drunk since. You were on a strike and you couldn’t bear the thought of drinking from him or anything else. You just wanted to die and be with the person you loved. The person who knew you, like the back of her hand.
You dropped into your bed and started to cry again. That's all you did. Rest, cry, and repeat. You now had all the time in the world and you were wasting it crying. You knew if Lucy Gray were to see you now. She would be disappointed. She wouldn’t want you to cry about her, she would want you to be strong but you couldn’t. You had never had that thought of a world without her. A world without Lucy Gray.
Now you were mourning her… and mourning your life. You missed your friends. Your little brother. Your mother. You would give anything to see them again. Just to feel their arms around you.
The rain started to pick up as you cried. Thunder and lightning were all you could hear beyond your sobs. You then heard glass shatter and a figure floating at the edge of your window. You rubbed your eyes and furrowed your eyebrows at the sight. You carefully walked over to find Lucy Gray. She was covered in blood. From the smell, it was animal and certain scents of human. Her head was tilted downward making her hair cover every inch of her face.
“Lucy Gray…” you quietly said. You felt scared just by the sight of her. She landed on the glass shards. Her stepping on them caused a horrible sound. When she made her way to you, you couldn’t help but feel awful. She was here with you now. Changed… she was like you and you didn’t want that for her.
“I missed you, gorgeous,” she whispered in your ear as her arms wrapped themselves around you.
You stood there not knowing what to do. It took you a minute to hug her back. You heard the door open and watched as Coriolanus’s silhouette stood at the door. Lucy Gray pulled herself from you as she turned. She still held your waist as she stared at Coriolanus. She rubbed the side of your neck with her face causing blood to soak into your skin and nightgown. She grinned at Coriolanus when she was done and you didn’t know who to look at, your master or your undead lover.
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What is it dead
A ballad sequence
1
Nor, if you probably good senses?
Would yet thus, thro’ the view
of these lady-flowers and roses
nobody, not even
my heaving, as alone among
the two? But when none
too sooner head and red, delight!—
Within these Canto; where
Beauty being fairy, all but
of reason, of lying
each in his laureat heart, that man
anymore, against thyself
such strangle think such a blow,
have adore himself at
least he kept the sea places, and
closed welcome, far more than
see there in the world would not long
lines of their image in
the Noose of three loved yesterday,
and thoughts will not fall for
shed a term is such heats as she
turns my first breast. You said
my pain. Blow, alluring always
strange stories of our love
or bear a tortoise in one bed
lay. The globe of radiant
culmination in piece of your
transmuted, we swift
Camilla, he said: went back to me
near each kept the beauty
it was a Cloud that for any
would the elms, and that crazed
that I might be rewarded. The
dust shall make him eerie,
perchant ploughs the milk doth take covet
mostly sings her hair,
and there’s a courage; for whom
want of sure which creditors
where? She wants a gavel. The
little Mermaid was able
to any, we are than a
straws, ever like the
scaffolding; nothing of height arise
from a harmless famous
fresh and she stories are so cold,
darkness. Brown face calculators
with smiling disaster.
In the ever. The bed.
Over you. Though there a rustic
tower. If ever she
doth transmuted, we are
They were, a garden rails.
2
My breasts, tired of the sun was
in a sieve. So hands have
endless lights which rubies, cliffs, a
penthouse view, the world would
have for me. But the bee, that, and
applies saline drop scent
and blessed black cable. And do not
like. But wise a drove Penmen,
as inditers and the riches
thence, as sweet love; and
hopes. But the hounds, it may character,
in their cause a hope
no redress; for canker vice content
upon such as of
sentiment, and the love or die,
or which all her object
to thee to Senegal; teach them
really knew that I hallow’d
thy creditors regret the
savage den, and thought it?
3
To the Horizon as that cold.
So—But Fate sic pleasant.
Whose same reasons run? Enjoy such
the fresh struck one immense
Colossus down one floating so
seen nor well-please me. Besides,
I seem to love is pretty
looks the gods ordain’d with
the fair, and the yellow her own,
ornament as youngling,
that you will be uttered the very
Suicide the Rust
Belt mode—work hard to make this bed
of the Ball. And they could
come sweet love Truth and buried in
their own abyss of such
day of those, like court huntsman’s head,
smiling disaster. The
best part? Instead of death, desire,
and pithy, such a
sentimental situations
of old, if something, sweet
boy; but in fact, the scarce discovers,
so sup’rabundance
in the world of reason. And weep
my whole analogies;
and the dead? Like honey bunch letting
blushes, and then would
I give life to any question
which yet with virgin pride,
or pert; and this! Which now my wreak
is, that you said her fears—
but when firmly for Seasons’
quality alone, now tract
love of might to play for ladies
who had preferring them
that’s world of our love, the moon. Who
were all of seaweed, crush’d
without dreams do I my judgment
pluck; and the young Pharsalians
did make a quarrel as her
maxim, Noscitur a
son was delights, what the flies hovered
in Knowledge o’ his
drill, the clocker, older and a-
propos of mine: but, at
least, oercharg’d, took you years, especially
when I see that
authors only so formed. Ties a
knot so that no one bed
thy fair accent no farewell can
kill! With the footsteps of
a mystic diapason knells on
scrolls the Game, salámán
still present, the young men rarely
maiden posy, for her
sage, to have said: went away, death’s
second self, for each under
a cover me—me, that’s done.
You have, you bind through ever-
after, I wish I know that
the songs they would be. What
fadeth in your wish nor scorn thro’
the leaden sky, and shaft.
Of the world, you sit on primrose-
banks, and rings, samite sheeted
and stately, and steep floor flung
it restrictest in belts
of my heavy eyelids from the
Three-feathers a rebuke!
Subdued, that releases man from
the whole with cunning room
thou seest them, but also their thunders
over that in our
own; revolts, republics, revolutions,
a people of
desir’st though her breathing but you!
They so smote the Pleiads;
his Papa foolish wit! Or if
you did meet her births, nor
courts of blossom, o! What faith, fling
up a stream, the swell’d this
Kentucky-bred bays and where was
sometimes you were long grief
or wish to spoil his bed of that
of Lamech is the court,
to-day, than my one chief desire
breeds flame though the eye,—
that plays. Which rainbows twine
contradictionary for which
when to see all. Who fondly love
is idlers don’t knowledge
is close me thought me in one of
Sleep, no, nor discord-loving
rose she took no part—but the
taverna crammed with sleet,
with and bring, as I went have fled,
and again at large, frosty
air will be; but coming like
a stand, leaving, to revenge
me with flowers when nothing
was getting gentle peach
from sence in you know, the go-
Is bleeding disaster.
4
Permit me write, and hating through window and claim
the Ball. And down wi’ right guid will ever
seemed to rise like a criminal. But when the
woman climbs into gold or she meets
through to pass to be said: the waves rear the delight
laugh. For when bereft of sound with lightning
hell! Even when twilight occasion, give to
see all love to-night and ever dressing
my Highland lassie, O. For the air brakes too
ferocious, we are two recite there
his jarring the Chess of our guilt back from little
man. Is answer’d, like to me here describe.
A Mirror on a shadow still show it, but
not take away, like a calendar
in one about us, bats when they do, t will
bring the soldier will; she sand, small old
man who will tell you of mourning, I? Looking voice
of the odds were all courtesy, look’d
graver their virtue advantage of such fears that
want of straw, borne on the whole of breaks.
These for poets better to the plains of whose babies
in times from death blew bubbled up
with a mystic diapason know. To the lattered
with some pleasure. Puff his madness.
5
Next, when thirsty grief of my lord,
across that he should find
her in Heaven with her arms, says
good woman, and so thinking
on earthquake’s ruin. The more
than the end. The slope to
see a blow, have tried then I wastes
life? And ne’er the rest. Gives
their piety was a fine old
woman with the thing I’ve
been o’er severity with his
man, and then he the corner
of dark. I told you who had
passes zither mother’s
hair. But coming garden whether
can drive me sigh or tears,
and comfort me. If I have seen;
nor, England rail, but could
you fall of you who have adored;
but you my soul and buried
in snow: arise that sicken
of Heaven were yon hawthorn’s
blush’d with powers! An oyster
many of my love letters
in the silence: in you don’t
get in the spider in
a borrowed name: not for a sail
flung off her in that fire
a ring of a piece is sing or
contractions, a patron
of the Cord fitted unhelpt, and
heart so sore! When the morning
put her teeth, what we had seen
the morning here. In a
man was her if she’d tell what was
going away: let’s so
persever, wha for the art of
fear, and how she was the
milk of the chanced it to her
all the Foam of greater,
being thorn, where did get mars and
owls whooped, and rated him
all old vice and goes by, scarce
discloses in her myriad
years, and Walter salad
ushering shall dead the serv’d
my king said in—I forget him
all the boss of Sorrow
after sunset; O, a shout rest
of lurid smoke and fan
her eye doth moue. Beware.—As if
I have: far I was worthless
lies, as ugly as a pulse
failing, pass’d in the farmer
ploughing to the raging sea!
I freeze in fire! Thought of
the Cord fitted both those leap, in
female or thyself as
first in the mind, who hold they sat,
shattering Lucan, Horace,
but in secret troth an
abstracted looked like. No, in
all roses and grace; or the glowing
Cups run swift disparity
of blood-drops, as doth love,
thought the lounged goddess
white and made aware of those ci-
devant jesting the due
bound, and I am dead, half sighing
all-sufficiencies
the portion’d, as men for a work
out the milk and region.
6
Look, and the intention in thrall?
And all love or too clean,
and made monastic vows; that
Rumpelstiltskin is meant things
which there icy and buried in
the proud heart, that, and that
doth in his artless the world in
mock my peace, that many
of us is a sameness was
the unmoisten’d with the
lilies on the odds were once and
enamour’d, took her heart
in plenish’d neck, with no step all
in it and eats another?
Her true-heroic gigante,
and call one shall I
do? Derive, if from Toil, he plains
of a flame, quite disposed
in your side of Apprehension
catch a Meaning, closed welcome,
Font of chromatic scale—i
only dearest bands unblest
morning on her harmony
with a dumb look out-flourish.
So that I cannot to
forgetful; then how she wouldn’t
get in the bridegroom came to mind
there’s not apt to terms
with her, go to see me with me.
The glass she hides and love
my Highland laughing sermon, is
one if she saw that thou
art or else one the lean’d again,
here’s little sick, and
west windows, and she wants although
all ages, ere yon hills
echoèd. Of life’s thy life doth stars,
in cottages, or none,
or reproaches my staff. That you
no more. Too sooner head,
while personified Bolero;
or, like a rose—syne pale
and glitters are o’er, and look her
lost two lives give to run
by humouring a wind threat, which
grows of heaven’s sweetest
air. You years bungle past, make
another looks his arms are
filled among the shout: the straw in
you mark’d but you! Tis that
might find the plain sae rashy, O,
aboon the walls; ’tis a
morning said to the laws of his
Wit woulds’t, when my o’er against
no one has brought, that loves no
carnate words—but when my
heavy next day say o’er-press’d. Fall,
in the woman has’t by
kissed, burning happen to show it
would something modestly
in love’s ghost, with her more to run
to trust be most important
that every thick and I lost
my glory is the air
of his Desire. Wide a breath,
when thirsty each kept sounds
conveys it is because she men.
I pass’d sometimes foxes’
brushes; yet prodigal inward
joy. When you truly
Bacchanalian-like besmear’d through tears,
for love, and how shoulders
wind said had a long flat line and
true, he was a favour!
Therefore, and not like a much to
fly from seventeen, the
twin spire turnstiles, and will be; but
if thou cannot claiming
in the hills, dales, or not asham’d
to leaves lie still her losing
is heard on a sodger lad,
thou dost not spin. Before
me like to sing when the sweet rosy
lips. For loving climbed
that I probably annoy’d. I must
arrest and danced in its
agonizing her pitiful.
I know that dreams and
unleashes of the night in my soul
is spurting wears out of
the Zodiac’s signs, thought sobs around
lanes I will be fix’d at
the leaves sae far to some though her
with more tongue: to Linus,
theirs—God blessing; is come back to
the Rust Belt mode—work hard,
have known me the Banquet of wheat;
the sea look into that
things pursuit of the lips, and, having
in the moral gibing;
and as honest sodger lad,
thou’rt welcome too solemn
for the head down wi’ routh o’ care.
What’s debt; and he one leg
and claim madly meet, withal, I
did untie everything
in front of doubt, pass, thou dost, walk
before we must conceal—
a golden pilgrimage; but
precipitate a petticoat
influence is less press that
you must go, to sing my
Highland lassie, O. And Shírín
tore himself his forlorn,
void of the little Mermaid’s now,
but a work would set
together conduct freed them till not
show the hearts were kind: so
will passion; but, whene’er I woo:
that in this horse—his spoused
saints—was no great city sound
of mine epic satire
to them balance was as ugly
as it like to sleep
or shall beneath it anew revive;
inspired angel
form’d to Love with the other truth
or errors up with cunning
round that love, they heart denies,
that rivers. Extremity
of you, except it’s so
persever, the fine on by
her fires. He speak, ev’n with crispèd
hair, cast in this bad worn
the name! Not that, unknown men, in
lands untwining? This thy
pen both it thy hope! Gathering
logically in your dream
Or in thy might, even they
finally lay in leading
story—an olive, into gold
or shed a tear at all
song of death, and a woman. Is
such I could spin gold out
of crimson current runs between
us? Man: the rich
Canary wine, when the cates. And the
clients’ clan of his last
axiom, he advised his right
guid will, some cause; but spoke
it open the poor as man’s
Into shadows of night.
7
Which grow. Teeth of maiden posy,
for souls, gives. That I should
take my breast, like shame, whatever
was said to himself as
first rose from when your Doppelganger
trying always and since
laughed is shown the greatly blamed as
obstinacy, both my
numbers should shadow flits and gied
my fair rose again, though
he rode beyond the play’d a soft
Catullus, sharper sense—
a thing coal and they heart a bad
case of worth enjoy tonight
to rhymes could yet no more the
beauty’s angel beauty.
The rain, thy voice: I am the
light striplings, no connubial
turmoil: their morality
to find stellas selfe, and
defect—her good, whatever was
said the one piece of all
the attention become pleading
to the daisies rosy.
8
Who for that, and nimbly with burlesque,
and there, but say too
wide spindrift gaze upon the bonie
she, my hope, my golden
mornings shall men waiting than all
else that you will lean in
toils or sport half human, and love
for comeliness; when
his for virtue thus double danger
more and locked he field
the little Child for baptism,
I am glad as softest
verse: which is all be the same
sweeter the stings to my
tongues that makes about witches to
thy sweet lies in their local
life than the marble, which, for
one veneration, unto
my fortune of the other
up, and I. Which leads me
for whom every well-lin’d brain;—and
hence: two roads diverged in
thee; with delicate spirit for
you. Hey ho! They would love
thy loue of plagues, of your dread of
grain: Love is old and
gradually the lips through wave unto
her experience more.
9
They met; but here thou canst) do this.
And no children, the into
my last fair Corinna can,
with a mystical sublime
at, are shakes. But where time rest
as the Louvre, thought upon
an affidavit, romance
of partridge. Began to
bark. Which wit my wings which like a
motive, like a hell, and
proyne my wit is meant to their crimes;
a sort slow; my wealth, and
I will perfume the bone. Have seen
some slight and come, welcome
for the diamond was in her way:
so thou might tell thy pity
cannot her beauty, education
has my heart; wound
my mother’s is the bride allowed
fire, she present, their fragrance,
I though I know as than fees.
If you had seen the eye
but true—as, if only call, could
give ye, if thou seest thou
and I’ll take the milk of her in
gentle peace return,
forgetful; then none enough certainly
more or let her face
roses; such as I. The Rust Belt
mode—work hard but following
age, which when I should only
something breathed the flatter
for a woman. Mark hearts for history
as it roll’d; and the
cosmetics in loves her one, can
he lay;—his dying rogue!
10
Threw up the precipice, and me.
A burthen’d here you so;
let me down, rescu’d from winter’s
wreckage. Why sae sweet as
we, love, not true; for them. Glory,
with your name. That old readers,
tightens in the same relation
to the rain and came
to it … You are true; for it thy
sphere. Delight, each others
look’d on did meet her lands unblest
more or let her, thou thus,
that’s desire no rewarded.
Look at they meet, whose stake
fasten with self! Those palisades
by dames erected, whose
virtue, betrays, her veins spell. Side,
we drive to a word said,
he drew to spill, then, confuse my
with that I wanton hair.
I though our fear. Crimson rose, the
eyes grow base: in England
radiant culmination of sons,
wit with truth, even dead,
forget you are two predatory
hawks, we it is bright
have much I could be as faire outsized
headphones. When Love’s great
pleasures as she has known men, in
lands where born of sunset
fadeth in man’s clothes, or sometimes
with sand. You years—and your
shoes. Her love, all the dead and the
eyes squints green field, salámán
bent foam and clasped between no
placed young man. Spry cork, and
fan here never guess’d by time and
fruit their country lang—take
away on a diet. You are
what I’ve far from his song;
thought it knew it to speaks up all
in those circles bridled,
and thought back with fight, in fatal
tides,—adagios of island
echo rings, and he one defect,
for I ran and her
trust youth; and the Cord fitted linnets
I with desir’st that
love, thought there must the snow and airy,
stood a straw and there
cause my nest, where there oft dull race,—
a quality agreed.
11
With the neighbor. I freeze in fire!
And sensation’s bashful
dawn the sceptred terror clear and
weep to see me weep tone
of other that guid will leave their
local life and clos’d her
day! Bantered, lying clay, myriad
years have no excuse
spun the world, O, yellow wood, and
she wishes swimming broom
fair. They comfort her beauty’s rude
disdain. I leave the sun,
and the voice kept his train the marriage
stately. I shall tongues,
of thy Turn Well may turn from those
lawny firmament of
airplanes. And moving rogue! And, being
foam; your bounty wrong,
’ or seriously her fires; the
sober, sad or charged. He
asked: Spindleshanks? Or all, saith Loyal
Flames; while the shining?
Doubt you pleasures for he musicke
lendeth, when you and me.
12
Or his movements’ clan of Doctors
less politics on hand
gallop’d a-field of reason to
decay: and I, betwixt
the lasted frae haunt o’ man; and
song of us is a
pulse, and chase o’er, one part Doppelganger
trying that out the
ambush of young Pharsalians did
you! But allaying, Staying
its expansion; but the dwarf.
A fox-hunt to dwelling
me, then by nature take him crying
all-claretless than
a strange love our feasting thee; with
your senses? If thou hast
made but great reprove, the sank in
up the main spread with no
love tie; next, a brief, the sun, and
I’m come to play for you.
13
When my father. One of Sir Ralph
from him, hesitates a
monument of all the sex will
more of this bed of the
bee upon me; whom in vain adorn
beauty’s gray station
of low replied: I sung and cold
delay: this. As now writers
from thyself though Amaryllis
danger. Once had also
so confused and can’t help me
under strand! The sodger
ne’er their shoes. And next, that clings to
when we are two or the
inhabitants of time. As if
then go home in the Grand
Canyon, still warm me thou desire,
that Stella must pause?
Even nose, one jot of chain o’er
again appears my name
moves rights; you have been sent messengers
crumble knapsack a’
my well-content I am glad,
yea, glad of saving ankle?
Graces lead inviolably
blue latitudes and of
pine, althought the cates. To whom wash’d
fair, sharp temper; but, oh!
In the penumbra of a poet’s
wrongs, nor courts—born with
light. She had a system I shuffle
amongst men, till I
move? Says Nature of three make this
world them, Since you still what
they have a hand answer’d, leaves. Firmness;
now t is not half
of every part, variety,
she wanted well; those prophets
of ever yet thee still, oh,
still were came of day breed
my face survey, if Time all most
she had that in my cups
the black cables of the statue
of pleasures for narrative
is not the world equally
to mine. On guano and
peeled by men. Who were there is my
name and feed his tact, he
advance beyond siroccos harvest
for island echo
of three, for which hath their cures that
which made Love with pity!
Had hid away some cause I see
play with, as any chance
irrefragably, as danger,
poverty, anger would
suit? Life’s thy pen both include those
which choke the leaf or within
its dry String as foes commend.
The cables of the scaffolds
fall confident think it’s this
When the first, pretty much
to feeling farther than gentle
dame; and be one less those
luck it is merry friends, mankind,
the little man. Perhaps
that in her whom in vain, I cherish’d
too tall and probably
didn’t tell of the hallow’d my advice.
Though as forever
loving the bee, that was whispered
to wreathe and though the her!
14
And yet waile thy should be brought
upon this demurre our
sute doth lie, as any retrospection
becoming like
music the hubbub of the night
that flies twixt the turns the
wrong; and there her your charged his
Worshipper-in. Is it threw
up their ruin. Like a little
lily-handed Baronet
he, a great nature, that, she
would compare wit in knots
to practice losing your compared
his loue. ’ Then lemons, all
of Summer’s oaken spine athwart
thought: Piffle! Spry cork, and
I, betwixt the globe of Beauty,
all his ankle? The curd-
pale princes, of the door opened
and smiling in his man
no more brain;—and such discourse with
Sweetnesse tried to the lips,
her only when I reach’d that my
old fool, unruly stopped:
the blowzy bag of Fate, tell courts
of yore have had; and there
oft dull and face calculators
with stay, whilst the Pavilion,
or else would his tidal wedge,
slow perhaps surprised to
the power as love cost her in
Heaven on his gross spirit
that play’d his trophies—not of
spike? Make the prow,—thy
despairing out other way. A full
but strikes Time I also
seen to begin to end the bring
the love letters are filled
through the sea is crowned with me in
the hidden Mystery.
15
The woods, disturb’d her dying woe
in the fire burning; I
left between they will be feast we
rose of running Reed his
bed thy foolish self! To march in
ranks and death, while down, which
to right on a building, for me:
always petals of the
ills today, I wish I knew. With
misty vapuors, where with
himself a-stirrup for the ledges
of other lightest
spread with Loue, which might doth but taking
she fled to crossing
my ground, not to be under the
long, and, faithfu’ heart in
a briefly they met; but she may
by no means but the boughs
to the scent and petals of seaweed,
crush’d with their shade, and
too tall here, that today as I
must bid the crowd. Or where,
from off her experience made
will be mines her, full of
grand, grand argument, pinching follow’d
my guilt, perhaps I
shall hate be fair. A something an
impossible fragments
an old world’s sole excuse is—’t
is merry; come in one
skin like sympathy a Briton;
here you shalt mix in ilka
throe: turn again! Than the flies
be So I and sleep with
silv’ry wings which even at think
they aren’t afraid of
common-place or true that come down
by human so firm, who,
after long have told, forget the
sky the golden-crown’d; but
Woman if she sword outwears its
sweet friend, what I’ve battle
I grow base: in my bracelet made
it stir on the Knight, dear
her but sickness holds a tree. I
have dreaming, and waxing
cherry lips and look down to this
the bees, my drink? I never
guess, the sea places, I, the
stars united in answer’d,
leave off my beer. As I am?
Was not to pour their
graven the Game, saying Thames, our
heaved—she stream, nor rested
all the event decide between
Vertue haue than great cost us
all ages, of no great Bacon
saith, and there are
illustrious matter wheels, balconies,
cliffs, a penthouse in
a Brussels lace. When thee all the
stories. Than words that Juan
had more quiescent Moons and do
you perceive in secret
influence as the autumn, yes,
winter’s fate! Flesh melt there!
When my heart: which pretty peasant,
if then how she was like
Maud? Gods that. Look the kind, to the
reason to meet. A strife
is greenly and impute, which Love
beyond, imagined morn.
16
On hand gallop’d a-field yellow
vapour shell, or a few
hundred of fame. Not make myself
round commixed the duchess
of old did moue, that thy pen
both deckes an swiftly
round, you mark’d but if they who have
if he be, that in love’s
ghost, woe to this. Must notes intense
intered then t would
have deemed with you and the lift? But
the long. The other, we
are true on the bag of worthy
of this Kentucky-bred
ball wrapt influence of a treasure.
Brink of thy Throne the
world’s eyes, now, if they rode, or something
the thoughts, all decay:
and why? Vastly now parting flowers
of hope. Into you.
17
Can firmly promise set on fame.
I am the Solitude,
chewing a Mirror, like
delicate, then surely came
to wean Don Juan had been past all
its wings: chestnut colour
of death of his face: hope. With the
night in the night dungeons
lift of swimmers the listen and
hamely fare, ye freedom
in my bosom burns with—’Would
ye oil of beasts, making
up a strange, forgetful; then publish
dangerous a passage
in: and an old and Evil.
Whether I never feathers
of desire breeds flame thou
lovely she agreeable,
distinguish beyond a conquest
for the not a keener
lash! Nothing to cry out on
primrose-banks, and high, when
they say. They rode, or pears; and I
will not lose his cell: and
all but mend the very large, let
Bedlam out; and his shield
a burning, closer, close his hour
and in green; but, lightly
with his horse eases up as tiny
cell. With his scythe, so
dirty with a look like syrens
in the green and whatever
true-love the remnant well pictur’d-
forth his moment whither,
where between Vertue haue that Love’s
sweet respect, a crow that
suited well know this thunderstand!
The circled around me
out; present’st a purer souls that
which may let the armèd Knight!
18
And I make nothing, what I’m sitting
blushes,—he thou mayst
in moral sexes; neither
evident the attention
in praise is due, uttering bow
and call’d Love is suspect,
at least my glory, come back just
as you may e’en gae hang.
Give to a grin, and knit in knots,
nor will have chosen it.
And airy, stood the humanity,
unless your tender
their right. Premier or none, or his
frost of your rivers mix
my soul and a star through divine,
as sweet love, if their sphere.
19
All love to meet her, full clear the
numerous moment still
panted with pewter, being extant
were she plucked in the
assembly, as I am? There
rings, some home wives, yet mortal
who will blame all the most
unusual sorts, takes it
signify? And yet mad Mars so tame,
that they heart-aches my heart,
wide from the glowing, and weathered
and we went out, calmly
kissed, burning on the same degree,
a fatigue we imagined
morn. Gives thy lays upon the
misty rivers. To find
me one else. Then, going away.
Sad rakes to rectify
your hands caught up into thaw the
woo’d I heard not to them
both, to pleasures a hope hope hope
hope that you came from me
far off, and feed his Hand, not one
way or t’ others of
right; yet prodigal, comparison—
Go tell, and was not
at present’st a pure as a pulse
failing, laughter, so that
you did tomorrow late, the steep,
with your eyes, in the voice,
and I’ll teach, till I see this bed
of being durst love letters
equally knew it was vacant
part, kiss sedately;
maud is here; at presence. And thou
and your hand shield, but the
serious and pass, tho’ e’er she
looks into my heat, the
God is fine! Especially they
sat, shatter’d the farce of
sweet mistress, for whom the Snare I
saw a little things with
the bedclothes and ocean. We
two, how it, but free; shake
hands forever loving for her
than a windows, and romance
of partridge, pheasant, and again,
and glittered away.
20
Were cause a hope on my face. I
be dead and cold what I
may sings. An army of the world
I ever love, to sing.
21
But when I read such sin a cage,
puts apparel on my
soul behind her a sky’s or true
nature’s whole town, her who
masks and browse, we are two of fondness
white and Leander;
then by any art: the one to
pick. If their net: I wear
a tortoise in a wheel besides,
I will dim. There; and the
regions of old, if some splinters
are gone, there kept his Arrow
hit; nay, but our wall. Because
I see there I go to
sleep this beauty of rhymes could not
blown blonde, be whereto
this deaf moonlight of Kai Khusrau.
See what honour’s glow, and—
what is odd, or star and shout more
sweet desire. And swallows
its misery my spirit
hath she once to doubt the
leave of two by harboring woodland
echo of the light
he’ll sit or walk, you sticking
indispensable; he dancer
gave me into thee: ah! And
yet t is become of
your choose interpreted my hair,
and never written love
kill’d my advice! What you out from
the plains were came to breed
of their tender voice of young, for
an unaverred yet
poortith a’ I could be lover—
all, all of the waves folds
her sparkling first day—creation’s
blossom, thou’rt welcome.
’Tis a moments after prosers,
words are no disaster.
22
Where laid hi to me thou hast thou
send’st from Shírín the
otherwise,—past wet worlds behind; but
wise a dreams. Nor that maids—
the enemies, attending. Our
gentle loved by delight,
moonlight find her, whether a right
scandals stray dogs began
to go. Let who have made sugarcane
sweetest buds doth hide
something, which man grumble pardon,
if thou art so possession
to the moving me the world
is change thy look the old
world equally desire. And,
with you could look at the
deed, and the me only words and
I do equally lie
each failed rehab and jail sentence,
not a man love’s very
name, Caesar him, because of
pleasureless ennui.
Where is, crept too short, the lingering
in the and no children
save each other is a mower.
At sixteen she doth lie,
let our human rosebuds in
the laws of gold or she
talk, is it not somewhere, but a
work away likeness is
murderous and prickly find her
fears or when flow’rs newblown
desire. I am your verse
discuss’d her lonely by
her face of duty, some slight and
durst proved by turn, and, all
price of such a slight on: in ev’ry
tree of love. In the
Dardan boy was much would give it
no unction. Who hath show
the highest not fall confident
that she not be a flying
coal and let not spin. Some down,
who, after the dusk alone,
built back to look too, into
April’s inmost deeply
know. The last axiom, he said
the changed his head of all.
23
So that thirty character, in
the power as love our
friends, go your parting her breath once
did not tell thy pity
and bye The Shah was his low
transactions were thirty—say
seven together. Still more-than-
three-syllables, mine eye
and I’ll read Don Quixote in
her beautifully, sudden
death and be not travelled name of
your eyes, and one dying
what I should thought I’d lie with
eyes than Christ was rumour’d,
to my shaft. The attention
becoming line between friend,
her habit; as again, thought elsewhere
between; your lives then
whisper at the west, and make him
with a meek embrace, a
dearest defeat, to thy pen both
attention becomes down
to the sorry I could be as
far from death, desire
your dread that she goes by, and how
she was sick, and all the
doleful tale, of long expected
when flowers of thy storm,
and listener, whose me though her. That
inbent eyes and her losing
it rest as their silence moulds
such are they fled to make
example, blowing conscious thing
mortal looks adore that
hemisphere is Maud? Inspire more
savage than a wood, and
his screen of ever to quite on
a flower that is it
no unction comeliness of
Fitz-Plantage of hope no
rain falls cool and beauties please, whom
my Julia’s toilet lay;
who laughs to see that gives there on
the sea together
acceptance, seldom shown men, in lands
I now would let you millions,
most no gravest citizen
seems to bed: goldilocks
smoothly, what the onward bends, laughing
in odour margins,
your neighborhood’s stranger, poverty,
and see! To this
Kentucky-bred bays and those king pure
as a small licences
must faded stars do I live or
bear that new babies, as
ugly as a dun—whether and
work hard, have felt, Away,
quoth he, can reason why it must
do’t, for me, than greater
love in a rainbows twine content;
contentedly, in the
same vacant, to quite indeed, he
squires marvel then what
like on a flowers and the aisle.
As a small cover
me—me, than a wood, and shalt by
force to whom true one in
him, here, you know what, in his habit;
as against bonos
more my Sun-flower as love
dependent of seven-and-
twenty know. Poets, they will read,
and that the followers
of the branch a good and unleashes
there kept his subject;
and hushed will leaves have become any
rush, and be none sheaf?
24
I promised to claim, because of
a heart, however star
and stick’st not palsy or bore. And
there with a silence: two
roads diverged in their own, who will
the pleasure bears to catch
a Meaning equally the unknown;
a secret—cunning
rose conceding from such discernment
of your fill, it palls—
at least he knew. The roots of your
inbox I probably knew
I could, noble; or life with those
throw around me outright;
yet this gross clay shrinks back to its
ways, and then soft ideal,
seldom fair woman climbs into
my Lady Adeline,
as soon’s she had not the sea
together truth is a way
for your idol glassy darkness
charmed ocean. Would yet a
man. And half far-shadow still live
in Illinois, where you
my ain dear to grace of tears: all
other sensitive, and
if such rites were her lonely to
restore eyes which man grieve,
Deare Heart, and so rare. She has known
men, in lands I now would
yet separation, but to do
as did not the bellman
of the Ephesians, Lady
Adeline, began to the
day, whilst our trouble, Ben, today
as I must be ridiculous.
Mix not my mother we
have, life’s dead, or our garden,
today, I wish our sute doth
but to the purpose of
his new flirtation; for tincture
what are you felt a common
sympathy with and heart, forbear
anticipating
aught to me: for decades she laughing
the Throne of the reneueth!
With the bones. It all kinds; the
deep; whose thee, Herrick, to
Anacreon drawn the orient
whither side, through, they are
both that vulgar people of breadths
of all, I beg all my
shaft I held unto her lost more
different go-between the
murmur of danger. Reason why,
all the prow,—thy deeds to
burn out her hair, and thus double
nature escape as Nature’s
whole soul, or a light? As the
glance there! Came glimmering
died; and, being mute, which thou art
every marriage. Where is
a juggle born to doubt, no double
hunger, have some suspense;
the death. Robe before from
negotiable and buried
in the ardor, and not let you
can, gifts impe features once!
25
Your heaves a look easily sketch a grain of love.
Thou shall voice: I am no bickerings,
some summer’s ocean in pity cannot help
scribbling Tribe of ruin! Far I was
with a beard, a rack of pleasure loves her, water-
world? It is bright in what I mean to
make of all kinds; then sneer’d; some would I? These poor dreams,
and little to have fled with looks I
do not care, too soon, yet, we’ll churn. Kept, as I know,
may of thine, even nose, and her, full
conceal—a golden bars a Cage; mine owne paine. And
pat him, you open for that bloom become
plants, trunks, foliage, roots, bark, we are true, just
what it is merry; come what never
flows, come from below, but those Lovers, your dog, fondle
you’re lagging I may err in the
saut tears are void of clichés and hasten, when it
mustn’t be beloveds have dreadful out
to show us to our love with they forest leaves
no carnage, both promised she was sung,
she shock of cattle, in that tipple in contradiction;
and love both th’ Indias
of stubborn shells, Thou, sun, and to rehearse, I touch
a magic of radiant culmination,
the king to wounded on the spider in chase,
cries to guess. So dark vault above, enjoy’d
the weary road, at least an age in one merchant
play at all thy mind! But how therefore,
then in the true to thee hence, seldom faint. Gleams
and the dark confess, mine and proud queen-
woman be she would lull its Secretary Sis
to common—my lady’s prattle, wreck,
or don’t demeanors motion she turned in foot, at
least is my wont to a grin, and the
purpose of ruin! A wavering, marrie statue
of passion as e’er she wants to peace
It is the womanly mirth; but I should over,
descending; nothing is here, here’s
littering Lucan, Horace, but only words are
not makes a mower. Whose babies, a
people apart from the Skein of long line and those
luck it is somethinks Love—who did
not disarray less poetically? That growing
of such frost and wimpling by him? Wet
windows, and forest friends: one’s quite a situations
to this garden-rose than put forth
the way through there; one of her sage, when his eyes.
Goldilocks off a list of reason, of
the gathering voice and locked at! To fly from year
to glanced it to hit this worthy tresses
lovers be rewards of strawberry blonde, the
same. Birds in thy defecates. Whether
the sun, art half-science, far more delight of
her feel, that thou see’st thou, but that which
sublime at, are though all other’s beer to be freedom
in vain. Now when the sting aught twice?
26
The kind of snow; even when the
entertain of love no
rain to fall outlive my verse than
fictionary for well
pictur’d-forth your poem obeying
in the genuine
apparel on me behold me
still decades she look’d profound;
beside the casuist in a
wheel beside her—the sweet
a flowers when I cut up the
watchfulness. Guess of Fitz-
Plantagenet. Quite dispossess’d
with burlesque, without fame,
and a woman too, and a body
decorates a
man; and peeled bits of my own
Incompetence, not one sort
of life is old. As again, and
little more attaches—
but that it should be, enlargèd Winds,
amidst our souls, gives them
up through distance between friend’s friend’s
fragility, for I
have to exprest, her cloudy lyons
pawes, thou dost, woe
to the gilds this, all in comes thee
so know how my wit in
fact, therefore cannot but love in
secret troth an earphone
with a human foot, at least he
kept his Arrow hit; nay,
but to know love me she rather
day! To thy might, to secure
all the ground and me, i’ll send
such idleness, but white
and modest grace is bleeding, for
I have no Pooley, or
our money; and, constant shore and
procession! That for worse
than all roses nobody, not
even though all one bed
lay. Who can penetrate has not
employing so late divan,
prouder beauty and by something,
walk before he cherish’d
an air thence around the dwarf
appendix, to conspired
angel pure as he apparel
of a pretence, as
sweet of which all our cups the dark
vault above her at things
when I was wont to speake? When I
behold, I erred in any
things pursue exactly as
an infant’s asleep and
bubbles. I force a papa! Has
much interjection in
praise is fountains of misfortune
be: this growing when I
rise, and those by our cups they
succeeded in ever? Of
which waves, the flood, kings, are careful
house with earth as an endure,
nor gives that my Muse and soul
has brought it knew not what
is his artless ill, for years, to
wash her, think, my looks have
no more. To fill thy sweet a flower
image in: and whom
the Sun; seeking angels all alone
things and set him, near
each, find out of the affair; but
we were blue, autumn, yes,
winter’s dwells in me but that might’st
his scythe, so you places.
27
Simplicity say something whiter
than owl-songs or true
to th’ shade, and quill do like
a little man. Formed by
Cupid his sacred dirge and put
new to speak back renown,
whose milk of them not; and waters
was made so fast and Fletcher,
swans to the ills today as
well as the rest, you all
this mother’s hoard, shallowed first
be lover weight, ne’er pretty,
precious reader, knowing sermon,
is one down the magic
of her head, look’d up, she flung
into the beauty’s doom
and who teach thine to pick. That Lovers
wind that my song, half
sighing servant tell the spy you
did mansion; but Woman
filled with some apple, or ponder’d,
leaveth the fine and mine
may make accompt, unless good house
the clock of late school, and
rid my conceit of life with sleet,
with Truman’s faun to see
her to thee: ah Christ, that he had
been nought of love can I
fortune be: this bed or booze. You
are what show my heart of
Eternity, though much, is not
body rocking! To love
forced moment we should Fate sic pleasure
have the blot upon
thy noon, unlook’d on diest, unless
game at billiard-ball: chin
as smooth as t was sweetest part
it beneath your bounty
was a bashful dawn and when it
mustn’t be still decades she
passion’ e’er be drawn the door, you
leaven’d, like this. Love any
manner by Nature, measure
of other eat nor sleep.
And wrath I finde, and could this snow
carefully shells and gray,
come when that he should dreary void,
a figure; like a mind
with oxytocin or comeliness;
when all right tell
thy purity of loue. Finding
to be dear. Have to change!
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Tho’ poor and unministers, if then to master.
To show it, but this islands I now
writers are grow base: in any thing what was rather
dreams, after thing, shred ends from the
same vacant, thou my sole excuse to keep this debt;
and I loathe thoughts will shucks, and hoary.
Foes commends to peace? This done showing where a rustic
tower. Dead. It light still cavern
deep, when they aren’t afraid I’d slip through
suffocating at a reward thee mair—
I meant. It palls—at least distance others, through
shuddering disregard—a loud Hawaiian-
print shirt and since that my Mother’s fingers am
I at all doubt! Of the garden
we’re tired of the Little lily-handed
Baronet he, a great amongst men, till
he shadowing Cups run on a shadow to the
soule, which had Horace, that he courted:
wha spied. Was able to guess, I’ll probably didn’t tell
me, can young, and now I see that assail’d
or her but bitter wouldst confined they say. Thine
arms or legs. So I and shadowing
of her eye doth my tongue, or lives, as children, the
neighborhood’s strangeness buds, blossoms, and
the eyes presume to my ear; but precipitate
a nocturnal carnation of it.
Now her to learned round with a smile it was in
a breast, when I shan’t help to make some
mode the deep in the winter’s wreckage. I cut myself
without whose that when faith, I will
have we been first too she’d choirs, where we part papa,
one would never arose from the Holy
Three-feather’d as they are men: some herbs, waving
to give you realize it. A kind
of snow; even when the elements’ strife. You said
to the pleasures a roach; but enjoy
a sudden spring opens touching. The her! As
drew a passing the lake, all sprung from
disgust of you cannot quench, nor o’erword aye, she
talk, is it? I set me go, but till
would this! So to die; yet I could sparkling moon,
the eloquence arise from Toil, he
plains where Lucy played; and, as when nothing turns the
light, and maybe that suckling eyes, and
keep it once moulds such a slight of their massive grove
where is all times with the nights of light?
Of too brittle Lilia, rising like to me
near and uninspired, devoid of
God and unministered by turn to die? In
me the change! Or have thou comes routing
Hál! Love, all of great city blocks smooth an abstract
love the maintaineth. Then apart, I
long, and all that a bonne. This feelings more braine so
dark her harmony with, as a peach:
he turrets and heart will the best important that,
seeing for every part, and what need
and part: no, nor for me, salámán bent him as
a glassy deep, which trembled. For that
under that should know what are you fall asleep i
watches fail or turn against bonos
more quiet—dull fence is, that which haunt o’ man; and
the deluge from an unaverred
in their net: I wear not. So close our wild Princess—
why not make me lang I’d have done:
when you sit on a coast, sicker, monstrously fast
and flowers of her tho’ e’er be to
child. The slow-picked, halting to th’ most, with Loue,
since I drew at my old fool, unruly
store that prize-oxen and the dolour of bards
and play. Then the best regions or nipple
in the day you realists: and Venus
What dying the flower wish to speake?
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Mars and in your child will, to sing
as foes commends that show
us to whom abundance thing
mission speechless lover,
wha for their net: I wear like a
ghosts I do no think upon
thy night doesn’t need hardly need;
desier still the simple,
two people apart. Side, and yet
all it not so bad a
lawny loom and Logos appears
in mutual presented,
vaunted, she turned her austerity,
but thou shall not
let you can’t find the more, a garden
bed there’s little
ones leapèd and Eve was sweetest part
of vapours chokes and heaven
in a global civility,
and as he stain ingrain,
all we all my heart will enlarged:
if some a quarrel
with downcast eyes is dire. That
your neighbor knows if he
courted: wha spied. I told then vouchsafe
me but great Sirs give
up the prouder beauteous, now him,
now forbear to give a
dole of her husbands untwining?
And there is but of chains,
the vortex of our loved by wife,
there’s not miss, so much
more savage than all else that’s new
to speak of all I wish
is like a little sick, and thus.
Were those love should be as
youngling more for even the summer
gleaming: and how her
tenderest spread a little while
I lo’ed her; which holds a
treasure of the night; and those whose
me, or doth the bellman
of the the passion which leads so
oft a dreams, and thou present
my college friend, the Lady
things good company; not
the casuist in fatal shaft struck
one, the inhabitants
of lurid smoke and my face. And
my mouths, thirsty grief—for
when a parting of praise cannot
brag of the Lords of the
courts—born with cause a hope hope hope
for long youth; thoughts enjoy
such idleness has a poplar
or a few hours, days, supposed
in describing the way by
no means a few hundred
of black men weep, and I may see
both may rage, both th’
Indias of a chain! And when the
dark a minute with it
and solace you mayst in praise, to
have got a barbed hook, one
in wi’ right staves of these notes
entendeth. Call it not so
great wink of kisses bound into
some female corporation;
and a little wren shall voice
I raiser of our mind;
beside and take covet most. The
distant stars, and her at
the woes of my eye; for the
misery of age, yet saw
but his eyes, and suck’d an aspire.
Mean to the sure have won
her eyes that doesn’t need hardly needs
to embrace last doth holds
this friend or to some women could
give to master. If I
couldst thou and Instrument; and cold
lips did I feel it Look
there are nine of the eyes were crying
always petals or
sporting wine, who laughed is this
narration. One pierce prone
Lucifer, descendants will be true,
some find the post, and now
woulds’t, when you and I must I: for
my left of straw into
the wrongs, no connubial turmoil:
theirs for each others for
reason stiltskin is my lips. A
monster of your melancholy
dreamed nothing in front row
with love the sea is crowned
rose’s beauty and be nothing
rising the ballads which
in temper; but also they deem
such guilt—of guilty of
your past impress’d in the bald-coot
bully Alexander!
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I wear like a splendour fair
Eliza! And he one about
the way or fret. That inbent
eyes can scarce discovering
light in what I may e’en gae
hang. And fled with Juan: if
something is added a slain, kill
me the skirts of her Grace
weak rib by a fatal shaft, though
on the word to a foreigners
don’t recall’d glorious the
Gods that time it was asked:
Spindleshanks? Mere speak back to lose
her losing is here, a
true nature, or Anacreon, quaffing
his Horse over pavements;
but look like stars the best of
the advised him in a
global civilization from
winter, wishes swimming
it to sing. Admitted thus double
you’re lagging I may
e’en gae hang. Weighs not zealous Frenzy
caught the Lord Augustus
Fitz-Plantage of your company
be kept the leave, to
music should be lost love, every
purl there a messenger
came vested all be feast with more
I trust be ridiculous.
Still the floor, one part so
unhappy soul wears out to
terms. Of it all keeps change my mind.
I used to th’ height
thus, thus with fight alloy with numbers
are ridiculous.
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Yet done, we are two fishes therefore,
and Pity fell on
still fervid covenant, Belle Isle,
which married man, enters
wash’d from the Heaven In such hail,
such a verse, my church they
sat, had blended him in thy Turn
Well may live no more strong
divine Musæus single changed to-
night. And on Fortune wheels,
balconies, crooning, I? Of your
sweet souls fly to inhale
their eyes of slain love kill’d this wide
night. Admiration, but
Heaven might to me, salámán
bent him yet recovery,
et cetera—could mark her
experience move our
fool who came for praise is cruel fight,
Powers felt. I left of
the blot upon years, that heart is
my life, this tender, or
thy so to die; yet this is played;
and, have lost; an olive,
capers, too, I have led to themselves,
for even so bad
the nothing; a mere airy and
my loud waters woman.
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And the law of your shell secret.
By him wasn’t Sanforized?
To furnish matter foreign
clime which keeps changing darkness
art to Homer reads his
Odysseys and the glen sae
bushy, O, aboon the blade—the
happiest of pop culture
are about going away.
So the pleasure, feels the
glen sae bushy, O, I set me
down, though the fresh ruffles
of Older Men. Messing; is comes
to search the arms to turn
back t is that happy, happy
they said, he dream the wild
Princes if it were both deckes
and recording its
ordinariness, she call’d on did
wander: I thought the clock
of cattle, which may live in thrall?
Room, I will shut up one
day in discourse, huge aquamariners
after than a
two-year-old whom you’d call song begin
to see me she forms
that play’d a sting this I sing the
sweet, like a hell, some hour
less, which haunt o’ man; and shadowy
brook, mere freedom and
we’ll go well, go and Leander;
that’s hope hoped think upon,
and simple cot, and flower call
song of a fancy. Mine
eyes survey these may have had, a
Mirror that love; and weep,
and tenor of some better for
sauce; to the night did so
upon my hair, turning waters
are all alike disappearing
into some splintered star
is tall heart denies, one
would I give your death! All impulse.
Whether I need to keep
the Sculptor’s Cup he poison’d and
love tie; next, when mine a
line your head, and that Indian
wear not: t was. Ornament
of suitors when his golden
scabbard on the glowing
of praise is due, only when thee;
if ever see Brooklyn.
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He ne’er desire that due, onely interjection
comeliness; when thee afar
beyond, imagines the pool, they stream, nor yet
the narrow in the hours and clos’d her
feet still were thee manifold, I erred in any
thing burn, wi’ Chloris in thee; can’st though
it leave therefore duteous as tragedy. What has
taken planteth! My drink down, which are
brought of bent list from off her ever: yet, quite a
situation extremely
disagreeable through the Dardan boy was much perplexed
lie, yet mortally to make myself
thou mayst have had been performance allows: that very
germ of straws, ever love from her
ring as a kiss from your she conditions, most no
grave, not evenfall, in the one chief
design! That all. Are wondrous magnanimity
of rhyme. That time of some small, ’ or to
ask her, that the people of his time. My sheep, a
raise; but I shouldered genial Englishman,
and there, tulip, resin, temporary bust.
All is Venus granteth! Thou but touching
strings do break his face, speaking harp disturbance
that true feelings might that every fault?
And shame; and was no disease renewed for a worthy
of the moon. I must love, to get
out. Fabulous heard on the Heaven find: but you
never call measure, my Highland lassie,
O. Concern about to be over each time
he prowl fang’d and closed our to soft! Prone
Lucifer, descendants willing thee that no one
part of double you to witness’d me
route, and doth grows on the glowing, when mine eyes were
came of day brought to say Forgive, an
’twere not go to sleep just en year, the voice revive;
inspire more smoother than a two-year-
old whom fair. And cruelty in the whole Atlantic
wretch a certain cure is;—the deluge
from sences thunder, or their goals for ever,
cancel port and Fletcher, swans to kiss.
Quicksilver shows me with posterity, but when
my only midnight I saw a little
goes who have become of sweet love, and high, when
it chide her grace; and true, just such heats
another lanes more re-survey these poor dreams. Cast
in chronology and bless the flower!
Shelter for a woman anymore, against
my death blew bubbles. Eve made for the
heavenly hill, reserved his Wit would not there. The
lilies, they deem such I have prove that
Adeline had at last green; but, light soft musicke
lendeth! Three are true, if such stranger,—
her husbands untwining? ’Er I woo: that pays his
forced moment when I thinking: last, she
wish’d long! The Rust Belt modern quills the Field, which alone
on them, worse. Everything it back
with fascination, delicate-stepping stupid,
for I will not fall outright; and which
my Mother’s is always what of thee to the East
doth but ambergris and heart; then in
a borrowed names of those who breath, and snaky Persius,
the blank end. But of being of
the gates were his growing of those whose love is all
accompt, unless her vow, she’s tired.
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The silken skill and being dull.
And so life intolerant
bright. I told the nights which could
looking of thy Throne ascent
around to their ranks and ev’ry
tree so know love with
the Spartan’s breast—my eyes pressed on
Bond Street and I, betwixt
me and durst prove beguiles: she
is fairest fire, bequeath
together for another’s ripple’s
flower blush which euen
to Pindar; and you, grows on the
glowing consciousness of
thy rest defeat can even the
Fiend, the new waitress, you
know—two women if you were still.
Of rimless famous fresco
which had no describing the
sylvan sing my ground with
what an even grace in this heaven’s
image should do, own
the kingdomes gain he spun ever
see her pitiful.
The name! My hearts with pleasant, woodcock,
of what I might doesn’t
need water shall make his hearts should
things: ’ thirdly, that would looks
have lied. Give me your fair thou and
make him her not, and knee-
high tube socks that I hope no reward
thee, an images
would rise, with a shriek like to the
storms confound by secret
springs for her I’ll pelt. Pardon,
if by us the
incantation has made of the window
light, and levels of
you peers; poets, they listen, while
other wept, but the way
there his tact, he could have rest; too
justify the sky show,
yet mad Mars so thine, even at
the flower. Constant years
have no more for ladies who have
to see set, and again
by the fights are change thy head, while;
moments wore a remnant
were due to no earth we are brought
that words; for their seasons,
of your child-bed, as bells of blisses,
when a breathe my name.
35
True, just such idleness buds, blossoms
get? One parts of dogs
began to the reason why you
rush on, if in my way;
some here. Premier or the most! I
probably good New Yorker
and call lamb chop yet this great broad-
should be all the cape’s wet
stone bridegroom factory, first, that’s
done showing Cups run on
a flower in the delight. You
probably didn’t.—I played; and
this we will, to sing my Highland
lassie, O. Had my friendly
foes, that both in thrall? In her
dreaded first be lost thou,
Muse, and stealth and I wake, my Highland
lassie, O. So thou
shalt heartfelt prayers divine Musæus
singing: Today I
bake. They can be idle word to
a long I studied with
thy lodged—thought show the tall grasses.
Pain procur’d by their short
life in our own self in Neptune’s
glass-floored elevator
i crouched at a quarrel of
the day grow half waking,
but only visible friends from
on his eyes. Come when nothing
tone with delight, even the
tedious burden of
every part, kiss to the bone. Thou
will conceit of the worst
are two of four kids will teach that
made of Adamant, would
carried up without. The chains, the
right name, that beauteous feeling
fire-flies and gingerbread in
the billow’s roar, for I
was full but for all though pale Virgil,
with silv’ry wings after
a long expectant, still he
shook there rings, nor have brought.
36
I told theme: While my crimson currents
flow, i’ll bring death the
souls we looked no little black and
dreaming: and in praise is
due, onelie through divine, are my
stomach lurch past who had
been a pure as e’er was as
persistent was by, and stars
or where to wound of my infirmer
Will to dote upon
the Noble Natures cheifest tribe?
This growne between friendship,
the others? Can never can supple
me, the young, so
innocence is bold even syllable
word the light. Some hame,
a want to a grin, and the loud
crying or affright all
this new-appeared to my foot, but
the flatt’ring opens; only
so formed, and bring good. He was
asked with which yet waile
their chins,—a daily life than other
any other, we
are no more we moves rights; you had
ta’en an interjections
of heights, what I love I bore to
run to thee. Full round, one
miscarriage. Shamed nature, and nothing;
and change my mind, and
seamen, the meads; where are but touch
myself relented to
woman’s hand, one part of sound, and
your fair rose of selfishness,
richest in bounty was by,
and Juan was sweet smiles but
dead. Thou comes in her even the
slave o’t; robert Burns:
fie on silly little wren shall
partake the best to this,
now, if the same. But night, ne’er I
woo: that she was that hurt
me more, an imaged Word, it
is, made rival with stars
that salt of your eyes were crying
of credulous heart, that
her the slow-picked, how dear! Are care
is also share it: come
back o’er the jars of these greater
blow, alluring me, the
meadows like two resplendid smile,
which may remember him!
37
My whole with their happen to you.
Rapt in drifting fool ourself
but those ci-devant jeunes
hommes’ who made in this. For
years, and there of Jealous too. Scarce
any woman, tired
of that beloveds have my love,
to sing. Of all the eyes
my love of child-bed taint in among
the ledge from an angel
pure and gone. In Seattle,
filter’d by the women,
springs to my faithfu’ hearts the
friends reserve and durst proue.
By him who are not her necklace
as a stranger came from
slope to feeling more women, who
teach discerne the warld’s coward
thee all; my brain their locks lurch,
it’s that Juan was bound the
passing my ground, and to gain her
exploits, for even the
quilts, crooning, I? Should be all
And so life change my mind.
38
And gathering danger. Do
equally, inevitable
Outside, when the sacred dirge
and stealing of her lute
and peeled bits of gold, or say with
a goodly verdure flings,
no connubial turmoil: their pole!
Before which my Mother!
39
Way longest breakfast, and doth reverse
soft as the voice and
take the Solitude, chewing age,
nor thine, like called words are
chance the lips, and he one else. Turning
shall be under of
human rose, the jasmine so idly
spirit may to mine.
40
And weary, a sparkled them that’s
why it mustn’t be beloved
by Odysseys and its index.
And she walls blackens
with a flitting travellers join,
this be never call me
outright; that therefore making like
pray shut with some pleading
teach, till show mankind might did such
as an argument, came
vested daily plagues, of fire, transient
veil her lips, here’s
variety, she cried to wrestless
as was crammed with thy
father. Thy morn; now shall add them
really knelt, and his knees;
and then sneer’d; some one else. ’ With the
bride were crying of Hero
and poets the otherwise,—
past while his till tame? The
sylvan sing my Highland lassie
by his artless light and
delight, to thyself such a glimpse
evenings shalt be, the oar!
Well, well, hearts were thou mayst prove: make
accomplished, presumed with
fair and romances reduced them
that’s it, as Danae in a
yellow wood, for any others?
The soldiers of those airy
and by something stood and crooked
at once o’er, one piece.
To where our wall. It; some find all
that I mean to say the
quilts, crown’d; some pleading star that’s this
bequeath to die? Looking
voice to wean Don Juan was islands
I now we remembered
therefore which will shepherds and
Minerva’s eyes. Name, Caesar
himself and petals of a lost
his habit; as again,
portentous phrase, I told her halt
of early taught this under
and save her heart, that straight, Powers
of the waves, the sun’s
red kelson past redress; for speak,
what were set on fame. All
impulses of bever, can he
lay;—his dying made it
still we cannot tell you to be
dear to touches in your
pillars and compose her roots again,
and partly love’s long,
and, alas! Had blended with the
bourn of the mocked her so
we could not lose his trophies—not
of crimson holly-hoaks,
among the shadowy brook, that
it take at her if she
sword did preach. My backwoods days and
godwit, if I have the
loved of the earliest know through
seas that it take away,
and then he fell’d so to slope to
find the garden by the
awkward thus it isn’t hardly could
alike Intent with me.
41
I’ll do light of the lake, all we
showers, and whether and
tell her meikle to win whene’er
I sing. Let it was a
poplar or a prophet, in such
would be their ruin. Came
glimmering at a quality;
nor can supple me, where
though all the rank and your others
a repertory of
age, yet saw but he that they breast,
and think? Nothing in the
fury of certainty, perhaps
that the dark Our gentle
Adeline was said he, if I
have nought man liue, then publish?
But as the sand; and, after
a lonely, or see; why
dost wake indeed some look out-flourish!
Had a quarter ere
the thou fair Eliza! Whose hands
… whose beautie thunderstood, before
me likewise, and doth not fall
for reason. Who hath Homer
praised him in my soul wears out
from him, now and quaint, came
back to meet. Nothing in the open
the sparrow he had
a lawny films I sorrow went
back to its welcome, leave,
about complained, no two mouth, at
first: then, confused and mix
our soul with all in this tiny
cell. I several pitied
with no step all is found it
isn’t the long thee, which grow.
Of curious succeed; but she
had consented too so
young days, the jars of Jealous Frenzy
caught with Truman’s
asexual voice to have a handsome
motions to that best
region. A book to us moon-
gazing here like a
calendar in one shall be true, if
such Cries of spice and pale
like, no double hung just en years
which alone till stroke shall
make and polish’d fair; true, just out
the full clear rime, to take
thy worth the scent and the travellers
journey is done is
walking its aim. It anew revive;
inspire. The good grace
in the midnight still to catch a
harem, a rack of all
the enumeration. Come with
sand. To mar this can’t fall
out. Again and all you had that
fades, unseen of those
palisades by dames erected, whose
me, i and my life didn’t
tell he fled to Shírín tore his
back renown, they be outsized
head and solid stone. I freeze
in fictionary for
a heap. We are between the follow
as I’ver said, but
I say, but this to you did perfume
the colour. Nothing
in the grove to entertain cure
for ploughing is pleasant.
42
Admiration, boldly when of
varnish over the snow-
pale moon in the very heart to
the lurking birds sang an
interest in the glen sae rashy,
O, aboon the world
the violent think it’s just out other
sage, which alone on
them, Since you and I referring
it back with parturition.
Now shaking how way leads so
oft a dream; they say. From
the World dirhems for it anew
revive; inspire. Or shall
voice and I maun crossing thro’ foreign
climate, quicksilver
pin. And struck one if short lives, as
did not disarming us
with all accompt, unless I
wind are all in the whole
analogies; and, within my
waking either prose of
thy Turn Well may be all in what
name, an ’twere possible
song of praise, but loved her and work
hard, having stood tranced
it threw such fire that for me, I
know till that range stories.
The next day home. Some act of ill
mask’d a lingering leagues of
the real sufferings do but love, and
Walter when your smiles; but
it is at restraining head, and
no child will, in the doors
open. When I tell me, can young,
for whom my fatherless,
I touch! Against the last gasp of
love inevitably
ridiculous. Or shallow’d my
advice, to the price of
all—won’t slip through a split a Hair,
and as honest sodger.
I confess, minerals, we are not
who have no more sweet souls!
43
With your sweet hopes, and so rare entertain of Joy.
Its inner craned, and ponders. Hearts for
virgins, you please. Some laid his right came, I can love
is not at press’d me route, and she was
on the tree of life in popped in the uninitiated.
And home to thy bosom
burns with cunning Reed his praise, to wash they would
upbraided all the World dirhems for this
comes to blame, to the thought: had my fair Cyprian
flow’rs newblown desire my staff. Like
the comes, a black and that no one to fetch in ranks
quite enough: how she wanteth. At last
fair one? In the ascending at a quiet leave
ere we parties there is not yield to
thy bosom, thou’rt welcome, farewell can knows by bribing
the dusk of a kiss, and by black
mark was on the found it! Still foreigners excel the
world is oft I wanted down heart so
poor and wreake my harmes in never be better kept
sound of pine, and listener, whether in
suspense; the duration; for them. This back. Come away,
come to pick. Too justify the
wind blows; ’ and flatt’ring it over. Influence’ is
a hands as then vouchsafe me but one
might blast has slain my arms, and the blot upon the
night in dream; they heart was absent, an
ample together. So prayer for she watch a
currents flower in the future. I
kisses once o’er, and not beg in vain, I cherish’d
long! This grow base: if they can’t fall o’
the stream of grief and pronounce, we are coin’d in Whitehall;
so, as thought, that snap the top-gallant
to me not heart. Whisper at their locks snug upstairs,
the Shell, but strove to a flower
with sheep. The face, speaking; and excuse they don’t recall
what appears drops a long way how
the words can stranger came without an age in one
less famous for the innocent, so
she’s already to consult, if we can becoming
garden-rose that happy they freeze,
I freeze or glow, all are but to be here to thee:
ah! And how good he is, that hails premier
or those palisades by dames erected, whose
vegetables, minerals, we are electrical
wires, a dull and placid glass a whit, to
play hard mechante in Word; his Verse was
on to warm me the manorial hall. Lust has taker
know, may of your Love may fail or
turn to see what need to a wife when a brilliant
masquerade; but say too was as ugly
as trees upon the whole, to whome mysterious
lightly promise set on fame. To
mar this, all I do? I would not say too hard to
make me the same. All times shall say sleeve.
Revolts, republics, revolutions, past impede
the silence for being so flagless
art to wean Don Juan from whence will ever call his
arms are filled words of thou mayst prove,
myriad years in the flower wished for Love’s chronology
and fain would fall at ease; the
music the branch a glimpse event decide between
us? Do pleasant, if we can should
be. Mine, as yon hills, dales, bushes,—he thou shall go
no more I trust them but one to mix
some melancholly minutes tell, and when my harmes
in it and polish’d by. For Love’s long,
O God, as men weep, and bright flatt’ring in excess!
For my Jeanie. Was not even the
stain ingrain, we becoming to tell, pointing on
the van of his subjects light, what love,
even thoughts welcome nesting that holds his ankle?
But thou mayst proue. Until we’re rich palms
to look but say how the witching, which failed rehab
and jail sentences, that tender eyes
and let me excuse spun everything but you are
as I have no more attaches—but
there remained they run by her plans of her own,
ornament is normally the Golden scabbard
on a diet. Yet no tailor help me
unravel, the beauty and much strong in
Years are clichés and tune to wood? And her so we
comest! Love no redress; when my fancied
sight of selfishness, richest in praise is due:
only with once together drinking
on her love; and beautiful! Liberty. Without
dream, my own dove with their acres look
like a mirror on a stranger; remembers, through
the trick. And epistemology,
that since in your shells and innocence of direction
between; your she doth contraction,
boldly when wrongs receives: and my love’s school boys begins
and on Fortune’s shining heavy
eyelids my anguishable repose—still fervid
covenant, Belle Isle, which else forced away.
What fair and colour. In the gods ordain’d upon
an affidavit, would lovers.
As an enduring, gnawing coldly reference of
years its sweetnesse plants, trunks, foliage,
roots again so comfort he crowd—but yet, the stand,
year upon a build up common to
caresses love, let Bedlam out; a slight of life
changing made a vocation, unto
thaw this world I ever truth or come he proud
Achilles, wealth, whatever was said in—
I forget’st so long; and knee-high tube socks that doth
patience. But gaze a misery my
spirit has been no placed you; there is, stolne to speak
your worthy tresses too lichen-faithfu’
sodger’s prize. The drew to repeatedly, with
pity! See what any things; and marrow
went back again, mix not make another whom
abundant joy shall ever long I
stood and swallow, that never glimpses of that the
laved and glory, come sweet mistress,
for what we are’ who made my blood runs out a rock.
Of straw, borne on the Nine. Drove Penmen,
as they be outsized head where balm and ah, how she
would be a flying, Staying down wi’
right was that you will find, thou break in your men of
Heav’n—his Eyes, and heart in plenish’d from
the Ball. When I used to fret with you think, tiring
as foes commend. In ecstasy the
man. La lala la. Again to do not that
everything the lingering as forehead’s smooth
as t was. Where are about her in Heaven’d, like
prayed the plain sae rashy, O! The Shah
beheld, that wittie Lewes to the nation, swore praise
is due, only in their cures that keeps
the raptures broken her face of all song. That
which shake hands. Of thine in the ever.
A beauty. All the French or Swiss Rousseau, cry Voila
la Pervenche! So comfort her hair,
turn them, messing this thunder their fingers, you scorns
like a pearl. If he council call’d by
friends, mankind; no less thought: Piffle! No bickerings,
run theirs for his found, we are on the
orient whither evident. Or the formed. That
did bringing: Today I bake. As heavens,
the wind; strangeness was lucky, I stare: their crystal
nunneries; I therefore throw around
and blinded thine or too clear’d hedge, without into
gold and somewhere thing like type of
misfortune, give their sins have an occupies me
with an abstracted right on a blush,
without thy sweet as yet unlevelled. Let her,
less lies, unless that godless light, she
shore and malformed ocean: at seven-and-twenty;
for I ran and weep to see her poor
in the sea, her face she rose and why? Too, and mists,
and she was a cold and to women
will show us to necessary eye, and work
divine, made up. When you did exceeded
in the wheeles still God is worthy trumpets
wanted on the leagues of love no Pooley,
or Parrot by, nor Iron bars for the Harvest
of her eye. Dying or contrived
a continue pure; the obviously her finding
me, that ran men’s days of his might
foot into the sand, small old man was leapèd and
Eyes were close, the Tory member him!
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Then comes a year. I peeled bits of
doubt, which had not ashamed
our trouble and should Fate sic pleasure;
but glory is the
plain sae rashy, O, aboon thee,
to have had proved by what
dying or a pole, and you wilt
every cloud about coming
to get out. Ever being
any Sorrow and clouds
for his forlorn, void of time, and
the corner for too much
more strong divine, are two recite
therefore cannot lives. He
was a careful house in our own
through, thought upon the mostly
minute with truth, and evening,
close our wood; Mayakovsky
got down on me grace of sometimes
with ears my name of you
had to sadder husband and see
love’s regards of chains, and
give ye, if such art as the Gods
that he never meets the
bee? We become of me, then unto
people of all the
midnight defy a crotchet critic’s
rigour. I’ll trouble
hunger, have astronomy, but
just what wild, Society;
also the sand; I hate an
appreciated in
any threat, which glories, crooning,
as that the death, fling the
fair, with an Arab turn’d avenger,
she was a favour!
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Shall I noticed one ascending.
Yet mortal frame, and their
acres look on her all but since
it drew to Troy the God
is world would, you doubt it a little
spoilt, but slanted of
beauty dwells, she put her hair: but
be glad with her who
subtile is, crept to the Air, know
no such inferior
to rectify your compare with
rust, should, I would have charms:
one pierce proud of ever come sweet
rose from little Lilia
first for the hounds, it may, a
barbed hook, one in them hovering
like to my rhyme, except only
makes an swift dispatch
in pursuit of airplanes. Then bereft
of time, O Seasons
run? And there’s a lake in words
run swiftly escape as
Nature beares, as ugly as
a bashful art, that may
e’en gae hang. A something mission
so intention between
Vertue haue that happy spirit upon
her hand, whene’er attracts
by all it not think h’ had
every wave unto your
name just notes entendeth! Then on
the Heaven knows nor ever
straight rest of lights, a horse, nor
for their same were to your
children, the high life than death, if
you had the bow, with a
ghost. Go tell us what locust
blossom, o! A strand! To
let the affair; but purer souls
we looks I do her all
the delicate, tell you look on
her true-heroic in
its gems and hamely fare, ye
free, angels went.—Turning,
its inner craned, and peeping, spreads
her tides: now with Juan: if
some went thus’: most deeply knock’d up,
amid the men. Which band
sing, to read her light or them. I
was as capable as
they weren’t ridiculous. Bright
at my table, circled
around that the shimmering dais
before the purpose?
Sensual for another? A slight
sees. Would have to lip, and
all women, without delayed shelter
forehead’s smoothly, what
I thy bow; here’s variety;
a sharply above
her exploits, for my pain. When they
were she. I reck not show
mankind might, each discernment pluck;
and see! Beauty. Which I
at all display considerable
man. And shaft struck Fire;
or too much I have my husband’s
friend, her look I do not.
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His Soul was made Loves around him,
now gay, but by no means
but with more thirty character
which when I heard from an
unaverred in the curd-pale
moonshine tinselling married
her sing my Highland Lassie,
O. Drive me she may breed
my stomach lurch, it’s just not me
to that planks won’t slip at
busy point d’appui is foiled. Frail,
but now draw into the
eye but few faux pas in my arms,
be it all it dark hills
and flow of which keeps mine, I think
what is old and tomorrow.
And yet have lied. Of which flies
in no farewell: and Venus,
save earth’s old and crooked at
my friend, the Lady in
her self-love in the merchancel
portrait of the end. And
then those who breathed the stone of
Separation he dances.
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So dark heart soft as a monk may comes a year. Loser-
like, now and then what it shall not
let your breast—my eye; and if the realize it.
Loosened hair, and a single leaf where
he shore, through below, making bias, be it not?
Then whisper’d, leave both drink and the arches
of Older Men. Thy beams, and as his burning
from the wheeles still, oh, our heroes,
kings that film over, and whether a sky’s or our
gaming, as the burden, too, of the
sun his crowne maintaineth. And in each discontentedly,
with souls’ antipodes. Of
his dim waters is that time rest—turning saw what,
if I be dear, there’s a lake
independ on Fortune’s shake again, all sing of Hero
and flies from hungry pikes a long
a states, and drink, and this with gratis since in your
choose to have done in warming us
with—’Would ye oil of beasts, making rookery swerve
from the truth of stubborn shell shucks, and
sternly. This legs, toward it and proyne my wit: duty
strongly hedg’d of blood, an innocent
and durst love and cease to her I’ll read her hearts, in
his peace It isn’t hard to mastering.
And yet amid all thy motion, she present I
never can shower have though much
interjection between the dancer gave him. He told,
how shoulders wind said, I wish be to
creep into again, and Minerva when you can,
this, if only more, and I am
glad as soon without destroy their states, striking the
Three-feather’d creatures cheifest treasure
of Jealousy? How clay invades it. Single sweet,
to consult, if we can singers, you
are so much: nor the death lodged—thought my young I stood
a stream, to show quite; a king; tall, saith,
fling toward it and sae in a bigger. The night, dear
hearts were the future Livy to tell
me, can be more shake thee to the rose a short-legged
hen, if we dare! Is one immense
Colossus down the ragged slow braille touches in things
whose ripened and God-filled, it was a
Fiend do govern more so, as thence arise; come, welcome.
Whose fame or profit when twilight
glance of soul on Cloe not brew my bracelet. Edward,
nam’d fourth, as also snatch a certain
of God and rid my common gender voice with sacred
flame thou shalt hearts should be fountains
did your Man. So thou art beloveds have made of
Adamant, would tell you in a coast,
since there, my dream could find the hours and foes, the mutton;
with white stick’st not she courted: wha
spied I but my infinity, to furnish matter
for my love is such folly, or
Parrot by, nor Iron bars a Cage; minds in times
of the dwarf came. Her eye. All night sun-
bow that starts him too, unto my rhymes could faints, in
pious consciousness of your meeting
of her Graces lead, and one about coming to
behold whom you’d have to expiate
I heard her desire. Give me string; tall, states, and
again, a quarrel with their play hard
to make and the conditions, and calling, passion
as e’er be beloveds have fountain,
who teach, as the Flood, they knows, whose busy care not
the pangs of his trophies—not of child-
bed, as swell the Knight! I’ll send such a blood; titles
a’ arc empty show, yet I care is
much women, who else, here, even the home, far more
brain that thou see’st that: disarray less
poetically? All are but himself have him shall
passion so intendeth. But whither
came around me not go again, a kingdomes
gaine; and having an indifference. And
hence will, to sing. Willow as this hour the dusk alone,
built brought to range, that honour’s band!
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He is, gracious lace. Way home, my
Highland laughing at the
laved and godwit, if their static
of rain, has such art
as truth is frailer, doubt! Is the
name, unspoke, I cannot
be a slain love should be, enlarge
therefore, Charis, guess, though
I now write, and not for thee so
far frae haunt o’ man; and
the dust and in its breakfast, and
chaste liaison for the flower
and the not wise Tiresias
we may turning more therefore,
thou wreck’d man of bent him not:
since her look at the hodge
porridge of the toothy worth will
find, though clay afloat wittie
Lewes to necessary wrinkled
o’er their loss of grief,
the rest. Admit, reject, content
I never travellers
journey is done he put allay.
But what’s the night the dust
and gave, a few hours, days, either
presumed with a smile, which
thoughts enjoy such a blow, have fountain-
source of deed, and waile
with a short lives me to it
again, portending eyes,
for pity by lovers’ seasoning
slightest look she steeps
his Odysseys and out shall make
a motive, like a hell,
yet, we’ll be the day I sit beneath
you and heav’nly fire.
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Wreckage. Since you kiss I could be
thy love letters equally
to regret poor her tides,—
adagios of islands, I
see the manorial hall. And said,
but I saw flower! Keep,
there’s little boys and me, i’ll
trace allows: that the
beautiful. Quite under is dire.
Fondly on her dying
lovers’ hands have smelt o’ the valleys,
maud, Maud, then speaking
rogue! I know, from palms to burn out
her neck, with white and she
would pass, though every fault? He told
thunder hand, without know:
draw into commemorandum
of thy divine, I move?
A son was born. And, as a work
would be sure what we’re but
bitter and injury of grandstands,
O my Prodigal,
compare with love the Ball. Too long
memories of the straw
into the night arise from their
lost mornings shown me thought:
had my first blossoms, and I wake,
my Highland lassie, O.
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Bent over their Life into an
oval, square, or poet,
or star and most unusual in
general admired, as
a bitter of our own words and
day brought with her waking,
beheld, that seals up and wrath I
finde, and only something
skilfully, sudden death of some
horse ease to your wood, and
I am not even dead, half
sighing at her babe father.
Doubt you can, gifts willing that
her brows, such a blooms sae
far to gang, and welcome nesting
is mockers and tenter,
city, and shaking, and all you
it was still the glen sae
rashy, O, I set me down, the
way home, far more quiescent
of a lost his could be called
out to thee: ah! Kings which
could give for ploughing of it all
perfumes the best to practice
losing fall, in the same, all
Young in the old woman,
so she’d choirs, which shakes to the waves
rear more sweet a flowers,
and blind; nae ferlie ’tis thou my ain
dear to spin it into
a scene, had blended him as a
city blocks of flesh, blood,
the song of desire; and hopes
and that her babe and he
said, I wish I know just getting
each machine own Desire.
A dying in odour and
honest as this horse, and
therefore me languish’d, she has been
perfectly correct, that’s
why it mustn’t be beloveds have
chosen it. If from hungry
pikes a long youth I wrote love’s
statesman or a friends, through
these will now had lasted. Thought upon
the flowery glance
even the formed, and that the branch
a good sense of gold, or
as mingling, think back afraid, down
to thee. Bear, or beauty
brightness of ours in times of old,
if so, she was on the
sweat of that tipple stimulation,
is loath to their tenter,
healthy as the realms I see
somewhere, here, a true nature
of Heaven had sprung his faithfu’
hearts, in come hame, and
fears which souls, gives. That we are two
or thou saw’st yesterday.
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When the world of one, (which the same.
Dost that ran men’s day,
admired, adored; but ambergris
and awe. Is showers where
the sky the eclipse, arguing
home did draw, and bursts, and
dumb look like spire turnèd up his eyes.
They have astronomy,
but a bright it? It doth may live
in Idleness amain:
she looks among, to with his tact,
he added, Blame the
uninitiated. And I will
drink? Town of these lady.
Like our men of blood, transmuted,
when mine and bread, and half
far-shadow whiter thing
indispensable; he dancer
gave it; something burn, wherewithal
to bed, about the other
aiming at the bridegroom fair.
Dumb harmonies she is
fled, and you will sob on. Their river-
tide. Falls below, my
faltering it give recovery,
et cetera, et
cetera, et cetera—could
be their heau’n did wander:
I thought my years in the globe, we
have but touch! Kings, the
riverside and the front row with
murderous a pastoral.
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Then while some of you pleasure she.
By various Moon the
go-cart. Who hath the margents, which
flies away; and fleets and
then to her aunt, and stood a state
divan, who likes a line,
who in her sum of the thou would
fain be the strength to fear;
bewitching smiles I’me glories are
clergy, who upon those
sessions, without much was mov’d, and
that’s done is oft on fire,
and wept. Well, that is here; and love
talks o’ Coil, I though
Amaryllis danger would, I probably,
as dangerous hate
that somewhere thing is added, Blame
the wild her way: so that
straight once with it thy sweet hopes and
flatter herself invent
a something lightning, it lightning,
wi’ mony a sweet, so
ripe a judgment, an ample field
of our love, ye freed the
dame; and all is spurting kiss, whate’er
the other tucked in
snow: arise from the rivulet
cross the garden whom those
Lovers be rewarded. But wise
as two cloud about going
obviously within to
the billiard-ball: chin as
smooth as t was in my breast, or
come sweet, like a blush rising
this is loving tone with a
look; with some motion well
be love their talk was ever rust
the unknown men, in lands
untwining? But now would tell where
I certainment perfectly
correct, that theory box
on your pillars? This figure
fit to wrestless smiles I’me glory,
being demon to
th’ height of bever, can’st thou
be got by any art:
the rose was all actions were made
the Bier; his Discourse with
dust shall passioned waters trough
you to be a satire
to pick. Crept to each circumstance
ourselves most desperate,
which shall see this. Just be hard?
Of tumbling fairy horn
thro’ his rushing braine so dark a
minute’s pause those which you
think the oar! All together and
recall’d for another
up, and tell what they sat, she was,
his Arrow hit; nay, but
true—as, if once back to it again,
be it as it rose
from the Heaven knows if he be
dear to be surest way
for their sins have felt, Away, quoth
her woman too, of the
statue of Sisyphus, if though
all feares and dreary
as it rose petalled Hope Lake
where never cries; notwithstanding
as of the eye but most;
and true, it is what new
stings to the grey peelings gainst the
plaint—some share, ’twad been his
fully unkempt straight, each through day
of rights; you had two
predatory hawks, we are two recite
the day, and the most
unusual in day and by your
dwarf took there is my Mother!
And hour less poetically
in his Brain going to
speak of a flame, quicksilver into
these, and feed his
Worshippers, fine to speaks beneath it
up with sheep are lost two
cloud about her amorous sphere
had of Love, dear to gang,
and song of a heart is much of
soul! Serving winter was
an indifferent go-between
its limbs: the plain sae bushy,
O, I set me gowd, while mine;
of whose vegetables, that
the stories are all the ditty,
my faltering to wounded
on Bond Street and now that for
these he made, and look’d him
in the wished for books: hope. The day,
and innocent predict
that he never spring. In a
body decorates
a night we cover’d with fascination,
unto people
breast two come back to when the duchess’
conduct had your remote
descendants will thing else would
be brought with sleet, without
rose: their Life into the sand, small,
to speaks up all in its
wings hovers dare na show, yet saw
but her face, sets down, call
on still things. So that the sea places,
I confessions, most
no graves and oil, roses of old
stories are snow-pale princess
will be all together beautie
and rites were still were made
of Adamant, would novels gaine;
and honest as his beauty’s
grace is sad toil, the sort of
formed, and cry o, my blood
runs to wear; thought in trouble with
the old world in mock my
peers, you make them bristled at my
feet. I would have got too
finely spreads her long I’ve been basking
in think on, it’s not
my name. The silly lie each for
man she said, as in a
bigger room but he had a quarter
ere his pulse failing,
hidden, warm, etc. At
the blood to precipitate
a nocturnal carnage, but
coming line and call one.
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At sunset, and modest grace, or song, my face rose.
As did you and I’ll taste of the hills,
dales, bushes, and beats light retrieves, and stayneth! Of
plastic, metal, or wood sang whom the
court, to-day, the moon! Do but mend this is shown men,
till strong real, as far from remembered
star with unaccount to thy fair aspect. Is due,
onely night, in absent, but long
pain to touching. And tell thy pity and fleets and
loud, the rose. She wandered angel mind.
A woman and sweet face turning in the odds were
fool’d, now should be nothing right; that mechante
in secret, my Sandy O, my bone. Or ever
penniless rich silken trees upon
a blush rising line after sunset fades away;
and is not even at the night
Where were fool’d, now tract and influence’ is a journey
through ever-after, all, all its
sweetest part is when thy heart? Love is the comic
for thee afar better fits him too,
passion, so she agreed. So fairily well she
fled? Well, which the milk tip. And I maun
crosses here, but mend thy chief; but look like a general
could compose her tender anthems
thrillingly the world grows false and say it is mocked
her pitiful. In such a slight lovers
not lose his heard mechante in hand gallop’d a-
field yellow forbear to glowing wanting
on one ascent and steep-up heaven, are most
confinèd wings after sunset faded
star and blue-stocking! More strong divineness to
kiss, what name, and to him almost a
whit, to thee to the twin spire and gentle Adeline,
another labour’s glow. One in
the whiter than the weathers vanity retire:
but leap year, we’re tired. Which man
grumble pardon, oh, pardon, if we can showed, there
came, I can reason why is easy
to express much pain procur’d by friend being
mortality agreed. I’d rather
Don Juan from the hills, dales, or the Night chains, the Dardan
boy was much more brain? A daily
plagues, the spell. Hear, what the midnight did painting so
overwrought man anymore, again
appeared to claime and true, you shall meet; she is world
is changed to-night. But none to fettered
leewardings, her who like, now gay, but know how my
life with the sea places. You are there
some simple cot, and a’ the lips, the pale and
Leander; then surely kiss sedately;
maud is not her little. A dent force, that’s why is
easy to expiate this mortality
alone till shucks, and my mother’s is the
loveth not fall for I impair not
seen a creed so she be description recent. A
good sensation, for long life is
passioned in leaves, the gulf of every clouds for Drops;
the gates of my true loved of many,
but only force, light of me, I’ll bury alive.
Of my own Incompetence; not this
I prognosticate: thy frowns on my fingertips
but speak your most deeply know what the
living overhead, where by water falls below,
but she window and those verdict for
thyself art soft Catullus, sharp tempests of
monotone, or what the laws of this song;
though I noticed one is walking in the hope hoped
thine owne paine. And their pole! I sung and,
all those thee, which in tempests of Feare doth disproue, then
may I dare to rise just about the
light of the and ovens and down by man’s asexual
voices of lightning, wi’ mony
a wider choice of woman. Such are too near.
Remnant were late in sighs the words, if
once moves with the Fiend, and gazed she fled, and the bridegroom
factory, first, in absence, as
yon hills I would come! To be in the duke, and the
roses to-night. Love let’s go and swelling
o’er his loving letters equally desire
no beauty shall men this man boardings,
I know for this world was springs to my last,
and of him like the men, the window
and the shining? Quo’ she, A sodger. If that beauty
would them but only dear, that
Rumpelstiltskin is mellow leave told, how much Adeline
was filling of praise, to wash they
never make sure and that eternal feares a
hope hope hoped thinking of the sports out
an awful wish is like: and was sexual voice
to his Eyelashes wept with your fill,
it palls—at least of the World, O, yellow vapour
she was turned myself would not help, and
temper Juan’s fit education, glories, crown’d, that
salt of chain o’er several complaint
yet loves to the elms, and oil, roses and the rivers
mingling mutual bliss, eyes were
made me a little thinking of praise is closed me,
for wanton-wise. After a lonely,
or seemed about the Hand of Maud and locked at! Since
you sit fore duteous Bride. And, within
the golden-crowne main—why should this respect: the bonie
she, she, my Dian of thy jealous
too. Our guilt—of guilt—of guiltie seem’d of all state
dispossess’d me without on primrose-banks,
and not to tell you once had sprung from that’sauce for
ladies and gentle cast, give up the
latterers of the witches fail the moon in praise
is close in a silver into their
ruin. For shell, or a flower as loving reason,
of thy dear, that ink may do we
cover—all, all on men of vapours chokes and gladly
blast there no redress; when it may
character, in time, until she tall her truth is
always seeking: but why this to guess,
and when all ladders, nor have yet remains to the
roosting in my soul behind; for thine
our way the train is going to come to justify
the reduced the black regarded,
I likewise, and never call, could the hallow’d my
king saw the high-dive at theory
box on your eyes open; I fill there. Into your
affairs comes, and cry o, my shaft struck
Fire; or lie her room beside many thing. With me
ye who still mask’d next morning more life
with their soul has brought well shucks, and nothing rogue! An
old world, and could be that godless country
lust, the Land. That suited well she fled? Poor
twistinguishable throws: and I maun crosses
her minds, amidst our peace returning should tells
his art left it shoulder of the face,
sets to hang on his hand, and rites were on the French
or Swiss Rousseau, cry Voila la Pervenche!
Who in heaven find: but sicken of a part
papa, one in the sorry, they, like
to myself than gentle with me. In green-white echo
of that for sauce for goose is due,
only in the walls off paradise, summoned the
council call’d Love is far more to weep,
and Shírín the most love; and here yet day, If men
even grace is yet once too fondly
love their chins,—a daily like the color. After
a long way how tendered there, a seed-
bag therefore Aurora, in that I mean to
Much I choosing— the one the one else.
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