#maude shouts into the void | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

libidomechanica · 2 years

Text

Untitled (“Fill high the days gone dry: but, ah, Desire,”)

A curtal sonnet sequence

First Stanza

Of whom not of Human Death, that fills my sails propels; but then in mine eyes shine; O Sorrow, with headlong force, beneath, all come, O girl of a misty hill. It’s full of rules. Fill high the days gone dry: but, ah, Desire, because I wondered if her mother, in definite Pursuit of This and Osiris though not quite at ease; and one saw us this the very birth I lisp’d thy bowers. Will slide into the wood as sour balls.

Second Stanza

The sky We have already some certainly he shouts, the earth fed so plenteous showers. I steal me a choice an arrow winter hath wound up and Clorox have tarried and purging fire, a seed-bag there was indeed a certe. Fearless for power unconsciously gross, gets the Star-Queen’s crescented. And we were follow the hour, when all about young man, ere a lean bat could escape the Trecentisti; ’ in Greece was young Chevalier.

Third Stanza

Report of Good or Ill—which that will be. At the twilight finds her dead,—and her breast— but place of desire, chiefe good old gentle limbs on trembling wynde, so calm, yet eloquence did lave thy spirit flit alone as thine, like a significant myth your name. Which is my Jean, to stay, and, once depart. Then should be thy heart her burning aside from my smothered sight, both with stealing deer, Lord Bacon’s brink. Too base of the deadly spight.

Fourth Stanza

It was the snake is golden eve? Their ruffled by a marriage. Making me quickly dress and by thy perfume! But if she must go or she hies; tis silent seventy minutes of the grain—iness that shone ever thing is done. With that bound to his own door with aught else can our sad fate. The young Chevalier. Hear. Eternal motionless? In ev’ry possessing the breathe historian’s sigh, that so constancy in lover’s head!

Fifth Stanza

That we escapes, maud the desperation: women like a stock than like a fire I espy walking they still true love’s figure, in nation, and having need of light, and Sultán’s Turret in all the important ways.; Like chapters in number I still the dews were stain’d bier the delight, to that Earthern blasts do roses; and, from the way through the great Dian’s sigh above the elect; and so he’ll say honey bunch let’s go and she cannot tell.

Sixth Stanza

All on every one attend! At its windingly by it, so that were nothing quiet, turtle on me, that they call for very life I sported; I pass’d unworried by a shuffle&shift it sound of his weekly bills. The pause, she said; she said: Brother, were strangely: but when, behold her finger’s taperness, and a whole soul bereft and feel you are not change the world’s gardens green an’ the beauty and things were comfort my distress!

Seventh Stanza

He would have loved looked, and voide of all her with reasons why this tick of the crystal and bare, was hung a lush screen with shades, sequestered deep, there’s not a tree, for all my low last green bough in this verse this sort ever after, then, O then, that died seven centuries since, it grew on its back her daughter brings. While peacefulness in mountains, and with the Faith-preserving Intellect thy Counsel of a mothers in virgin throng.

Eighth Stanza

Dust of the tip-top, there his left his young strawberries that she was fully blowing of trumpet spake, in blind Understand that thy whome she lay, sweet and beautiful to alight from my breast. And with all seem lovely bounded just to the simmers. Down behind thee, without elucidation was he, withoute longinge? For to view, robert Burns: there hangs by unseen rise—so from Dian’s feast as you may find, which oft avenges; and flow.

Ninth Stanza

Ah, do not, when will quite so great renown among the zits that day I was divides the flowers as he sung in his cave forlorn had he done that they say no. ’Twas love: I am falling through with his men, an’ wi’ her look was like swine, which the hardness by long has had made haunted verse when all about the middle of my still with Samian wine! Darling, my dazzled lips must be more in thee more than anything but ice-gravel.

Tenth Stanza

My thread-bare Penitence apieces tore. Forgetting attach to each other, in definite Pursuit of This and Osiris thought, beneath and to the sights cannot be thy love. You never knows thee, and warm with joy they beat their spouses, you coming of the Bear has Pollux master’s love therefores from among the blunt fist of parent’s brooding wide; there’s a youth; one hand he came lightingale cries, Forsooth, let go!

Eleventh Stanza

Seeping strings, even for divine the quest,— who cares? Her call was held in. And looked again: and I discerned; and all the literary leaves shall unlock the flock, by his second trial. Despondency besets our spirit descend, ourselves must die, although the burden of heart. I am not these forester divinity o’er-flowing crescent all weather would mount nearer heaven, as Betty is not one but thou, Desire!

Twelfth Stanza

Through the same clime, that’s a fact. Bow, and Vesper, for the sweate, that flower made fruitful Grape than speak its name. A Vessel on his Thetis’s breast, and madden’d like a hurt dog at my very sad? My number of Dian’s: lo! And take the proper home of every raven tresses that she loves, her idiot boy must brush on every nights the palm, or playful lowers his brotherly cheek with stirrup fiddler’s wind along a weary cry.

Thirteenth Stanza

Take heede the direct towards the time, he felt how content,—hurling my spinnin’ wheel. While ever than from their glorious, immortal Sovranty—think some: others caused others tender pressure. But by the horizontal sun heave his jacket as we rustle through white stars: come hand he must go, since if the forehead in a blissful swoon. Of life looks against the byrds, which to the skin relieved ever, wha for the fiend best know alas!

Fourteenth Stanza

Dissolving at chance your lutes, and they ca’d it Linkumdoddie; willie was a time was eating with the wood, I rush’d away a shadow flits and trolls and imps. But the world’s sunflower! Before these! Kind love my lemman without harm, the fire with joy o’erflows, walk’d when he is dim, sorrow the pleasure, fie! Dear lady, said Peona, we shall speak and begins to catch a glance, a patch of the Ears of her father—how the hour of twilight.

Fifteenth Stanza

So fortified with golden eve? At lengthen out of thy constant while another was away. I rush’d into the morning o’er the edge of a violin last the smoothly steer my little clouds about my vnrest, I know, was never mind great a loss to good: but, ah, Desires, they keep when they came they outspread with the sweetness, to bitterly; and in them; soon, it seem’d, we left Juan sleep with them place we die. Oh God forbid!

Sixteenth Stanza

Of jubilee to Dian:-truth I heare, through the roof, so witless youth was drinkin o’t, we’re allows the least, and Mocha’s berry, from whose soul-soothing trim; how quietly her Johnny, do, whereto my hunger so after part of stone. On my hip, adrift between; each wishing gladly to surprise; her brothers made to secure the roadside, succulent peaches we boughs, where is no treacherous wax began to some thanks.

Seventeenth Stanza

Thou, who have never will I sit for ever: its loveliness! From charitable echoes breaking generous light bubbles in my spinnin’ wheel. Bronze clarions awake, and tell then, I see the stubborn canvas for the shade of lowly dust: and Pan himself and plague her till her sex, has blest the beginning, ere one tires; thus stroue, who but for his holiday: nor had the dark eyes went echoing grottos, full of matter.

Eighteenth Stanza

Old Tartary thinking moon. What good woman! In drifts of linger? My soul; and allow that shedded lovers forgetting underneath our Feet: unborn To-morrow’s Seed- field, ere That connections, tenderest at even in the bitter, Fruit. Ave Maria! You will find, though my obedience. Now, who died for many moments, enthralments far more self-same lawn all suddenly one moments after, long bright face so fair! Shape!

Nineteenth Stanza

Me carry, the great of milk shalt gayne, much from crown’d its veins fill’d by government all of conquer’d, and thro’ the exhaust partial laudanum or a marsh and arms of hole called wits, compos’d on threw the thee, sweet-William with Wellesley’s gone, both persists or than grave, beauty bourn, turned of that liberate on their concern, and them from a pistol- shot one round. Great fame, it is wholly, and humble all for ever: let our far away!

Twentieth Stanza

That I will trespass down with me through palmy fern, and I take that, alas! Black and speak and beds by strange overgrowth; bethinking moon that oftentimes the spot where you are not our fate stop here—a kid I on this vile world will receive the number, not finding wit, and, there an hour at the aerial view, the cluster’d, and where lay a group of Greece was young bird the tinged it is this bow he bent, and, to shouder my lucklesse pate.

Twenty-first Stanza

A lonely, or so much noise. And gave you? Draws up to Cynthia bright enough is apt to like, t is very low and with doubtless he who can combine, and you so long have you scarcely can people’s woo’d, but hearts there, thro’ all the ledger lives beyond the road should blooming girls had all return’d: both lovely maid. His Foot to my gross body’s treasure on the most trying, and all was held each others and collars, and this small statues.

Twenty-second Stanza

In small course. Me listening, how dark tree tops? With moonlight lane she goes bleating with those might all back. They still true lover’s lost in the day, and wild minstrel memoried day. To stammer where you going down and distracted; madly die? Do not much morning’s pretty ring time, with all the waters run gurgling into Johnson’s way, hid from the spirit flit alone about globes of some small stock of innocent! There lay a boar- spear keen.

Twenty-third Stanza

I rose, and mair we’se ne’er befal, as say these are dabbled on the little boatman’ and his head, daily, I pluck the flame-lit place advancing, despatching that you have ditties from a tall ash top, call’d up and see my spirit-home! My only friendship’s kind disguis’d demon, be not afterwards befel? You may find, whence, of the pinion bed, that completeness? Few, which grows sleep. I try to kill. When dead, but in old manorial hall.

Twenty-fourth Stanza

Without knowledge—see, great Brahma from his green forest leaves and sluicy sands: or ’tis then—’tis the sea; with only aspire turn’d to Haidee and Milton’s Eve were not, then she I cherish are laid on bier? Fair is the rein to give me kind eyes,—the very silly to gild refined gold, but the choir of Cynthia he heart, well that’s out of that which that dark did trance, with ebon- tipped flutes: close the roote of all hear the manlier one?

Twenty-fifth Stanza

To common Earth didst show me what is mild and gave me grapes, maud with one so beautiful. All others made him irresistable to do with Eden didst the hamadryads dress my uncertain spot, where Cupid stood long, how long such store in Autumn bold, his verse when we come against his flighty pen let to thy keeping? Though thou my nurse; and the town so we can—you can’t fathom the day the pear to greet my face, and see my blood!

Twenty-sixth Stanza

Cameras, and go, and a staircase ending an ear-shaped, that Life flies; one things which is his daughters of the bats, when lo, foot-feather’d horse: with feathery sails, sweeping: what enamour’d brain begins to sing, hey ding a ding, ding; sweet lovers must now head my Cupid’s dove, and he knew she sente me. Love, like the present time, herself, and comes the record player skipping ain’t never been—and silver cymbals’ ring! Under Dust, and, unaware.

Twenty-seventh Stanza

After him his sad life of solitude. Such colours, and the beauties I saw in my sight, in pride of the dancing poppied corn; the crammed fowl comes of rybaudrye. Marbled steep, where Lucy played; and the moon was low, or be by phantasm! He saw her most probably its resolved course to look athwart, and more than die. Nor Loves Crowne, all gather that touch a sinner. Fee-fi-fo-fum—Now I’m numb. Sully the Greeks a blush—for Greece a tear.

Twenty-eighth Stanza

But when I demaundes, ne wont with damask flower does show so yellow girted bees their forehead, and his laugh at nature’s gentle wave, to Endymion pine away! Some bar of fault be men’s appetites, by reason why; I think there’s neither do I roam, when he saw—a terrier, too, bleeding, while the Rose as when all above was a man who with what can people never blow, all rich spices the weakness of the crowd.

Twenty-ninth Stanza

Upon her head; the pony moves away from her bed, as if her still.—Sweet express how pure, how men will befal, my Johnny? A key … Even the sorrow cloy’d. My altar elevated by me. When she knows— HE knows! Into certain spot, its winter clouds melting away she posts away; if Susan Gale. Or from his green all their jewels dim, sorrow after new love bearing the dales resort, where never willy- nilly flowing.

Thirtieth Stanza

So sayings will I quit this Impertinence! Therein did shiver the dear cockade, ye’re welcoming. At which flies before, there she goes out something, no authentic dew but in his ass, pelted with a lowly dust: and sulk where greenwood echoes of our own reflecting even Sometimes wakes,—to show itself embalms: but in the Throne of the pious character’d, no breeze is secret, tell me all about it all bail shall I thee?

Thirty-first Stanza

Jewels dim, sorrow to persuade a yielding the Guests Star-scatter pearled hail-storm, and gentle lispers round moon:-to scare the doctor- like controlling Heav’n is rising to the clinking downs, where commingling through a cloudy, dark, o’ercast by his travellers with crabbed carefully I score: he seemed the same. There rings on a Monday morning of my bed therefore, I touch that break from several weeks,—but now of a dreadful hunter he!

Thirty-second Stanza

From my winding the core while she asleep I return, years long, bawling coop’t we live or die, lift not the tears fill high that so content, and Sultán after than night-swollen shut within the air like a shrouds beneath my glance: so kept me stedfast aim a love is in her own. And streets, and poore Nymph passe: this shorn peers a ram goes bene euery where comfort is, she could ill confine; I looked against his flocke in fine, you live drink!

Thirty-third Stanza

To find how her voice of a violin lasts in thy flower or hurling my thigh like shame.—Not the additions much admire, would something but a buzzing by my onely by his head upon a moon in heaven’s will, on our souls did surprise, how that walkest with music for the tears even as one by one so beauteous was dour and distraught. It had been well that’s feeding of the nameless ploughs the maid was very spring.

Thirty-fourth Stanza

Suffering you caused others of silk inlaid with thee, and mates, with all the world’s tears, too, to the rising of war where from death. At the broad estate and took their spouse that makes thousand scarce seen from my Bed, and they say the clock till five. And what to follow, from the vase between; an unknown—but no less in compasse weight of cloud girth of noble fire fed by the Water, and pray that inwardly began to muse what I do prefer it.

Thirty-fifth Stanza

As messengers of thy combine the coming of my hart; now from the skies, ocean’s ebb, and o’er the boy who is her babe for nought except despair! Impossible blossom to blossoms comes this become a third canto—and they discomfort wring. The arches of the crystal ewer, and the though if thou catch thy hope, when these dishes; lamb and pistachio nuts—in short, all meats, and one hour of the prey of works of thy swete layes.

Thirty-sixth Stanza

He rous’d me, and they done: and almost hear it. For Juliana came, without be rich in this nation, glories old. And the New Year reviving old Sleep slow journey … and I felt upmounted on panthers’ feeling well, and sincere as maidens, nor their cumbrous, dinsome joys, can they came to the grass a tyrant; but in vain to hide true temptation for anon, fainting is done, too, being full of tumblings and dewy blossom.

Thirty-seventh Stanza

Not that—he believe thoughts more thinner tray, tapping she would thus weigh down yon scroggie glen, we dance from low-grown branches: late, and slurring thee,—and love that dark-eyed strange low sobs that sell love, tender may thy hand, must provide, and merry din—a tyrant of any that made bleede, that to follows the soul. Or pricke them their scorners of the works in the meadows, which our delaying so timidly among the fragile bar that God of breath?

Thirty-eighth Stanza

Sweet hour to spare from coste to come who hath produce more for her sight rightly on, in some divine, and clodded earth crumbles and all, quite disposed over April’s tender soever, can confound her selfe did giue us sight was going. Would touch, no things sadden’d spirit never knows why we are free not to send the Doctor he had been Petrarch’s wife, he would rather for the witching the ghosts, nor see despairing looks: alway his eyes.

Thirty-ninth Stanza

Sort of hersel’ to let that pretty Face? And so he’ll say honey bunch of bursting gray. Rose leaven, either fray or fret. Into Dust, to lie, sans Wine, a Book of Verse— and Thou beside the unsating fountains did I kiss the hill, and thou hast said,—Himself, his tomb, and a colour of intently even as one would have to an enslaver. To the clock gives light finds her intent on either shouther; sic a wife as Willie?

Fortieth Stanza

Had chidden, by the rivers remain with his Feet. Forget the speed of popular applause, of which enchants, to the eaves, and strive the limb which we should achieve no higher bard than she, you hear and with orders to the Evil Doer, thy Heralds through the eaves, dried careful, ere ye enter’d in the East all gold and I must be gone, which in the spaces between two little diamond peaks so high soaring was in his vapoury lair.

Forty-first Stanza

After all, that they wept, melting those pinions to their mortality. Oh, in pity hide the shepherds to bene ytost: thy louely Paris made about it and Johnny, till at Susan’s sister’s deadly sin; if Betty Foy with mother’s breast. If he must fain sweeping, for thine own dear maid, all pretty sure; a woman’s side: by thinkings; such a dream, we may chance beneath smothering round elbow, from car to the cedar shake?

Forty-second Stanza

The pearliest and tall, and then came Spring, flush Summer, golden heart of the sun unwilling like dying fish; the vermeil rimm’d in jollity, and free, he should be deeply dyed to me, that every day, be glad: o feel as true as innocence of many carrets fine, young Bacchus and brightness, such store five years and sky. And nights be dead. Gives it a touch a struck dumb, than when I make a Couch—for who knows from kissing cymbals’ ring!

Forty-third Stanza

Passion puls’d its only said: then how shadow: now I see the solid grounds, that’s in the sky. I do countenance; he seemed kind, and with rainbow-large a flight, nor Fortune of Ulysses; not all lone matron-temple was on his Throne. Ally, you agree? Warm as a strange, so sweet, and the pearls, whose deceptions freedom or reasons go. At that ever and near here, to wexe so lightness, staring wide; there’s not a mothers of Bath.

Forty-fourth Stanza

With his wisdom’s treason; my soul in like with sorrow speak, whose supreme author is, but in divine in selling by a death, knows not, happy spirit culls unfaded amaranth, whence? That Angers selfe at last, by hap, through a poor lovers must not for freedomes be; what comfort poor old Susan then thou review the very shape would rarely can sustain her eye. Trust not for the sun shall we away?—Is no one knows— HE knows!

Forty-fifth Stanza

—As her hidden breast, half afraid … of rough rough watery pinion’d multitude,—and silken Tassel of the seas, and his country folks of the hyghest Ioue, and fast she sings. Long to espy some folks be, the device of lonely sea. I think, soft Angel! For what beautiful—its very idle, he’s gallop on for age to strange, and o’er it mantle rosy-warm with milk and hot, doth loath to praised love had he string. So while her mine!

Forty-sixth Stanza

All night dropped out to the great renown among the clay Population betides mortals here before the deep, or downward the knights, whose tender pressure. Not locks where early life is dreary, he cometh not, she sang of passion you wrong: you take thy worst of Druids was all his sovereign power had stung the way, young princely name most forest, whispering blade of grass his facetious head, but still call. If you ain’t watched your pain?

Forty-seventh Stanza

Angry if Irene be but a moments? Who, sudden laughed is in the eastern end to Phoebus sprung! Is growing joy of these were some warm their Cup a Round or two before, I told how he used to the progress silver sandals, ere the blot upon this condition. And flush with cypress, on a day of past Regrets and Taking still, and look, quite courtly spare, thy reasons four,—green- kyrtled Spring, and laid the whole world’s sunflower!

Forty-eighth Stanza

Her tears have come again, thou know. But open your shores refuse of milk. And show the same, in my pen, the horse are daffodils with the feather’d with fears for so it seemed the great god Pan. As thought, mark me, Peona; nor will worthies liggen wrapt in leade, that her sweet season to eat brown paper bag of pearls, untouched—the head, my own hand repentance fling: the Bird of Time had survives him vp out of human kindness, to where you woe.

Forty-ninth Stanza

Will trespass down sweep o’er them, and the dead could die with me through rough reeds and seemed as happy breast what conscience is better ask our mistress, below the familiar dust of late, withoute rinde? Of heaven. Thy morning Post its aristocracy; ’ or Wordsworth’s poem, and so thy though fearful ewes; and there some influence, through the rack, or dungeons; heaths and vows the last Caesarean fortress stood, a fellowship so true fire of love!

Fiftieth Stanza

Of weary way, but with kisses sweet yoke where meeting, and said: Thou know, precipitous: I have done his laugh at nature, gladdening at his holly whip, and so transport pass.—The moon for he’s my Johnny, even as my poore Nymphes can chace the Logan Water; sic a wife as Willie had, I wad na gie a butterflies that they can discrie, whilst her neck did crow to-whoo, to- whoo, and the altar be ’fore which he took his kin!

Fifty-first Stanza

More ord’nary eyes and teache her temple’s inner shrine, god being too audacious matter of the Sultán how high! By a poplar tops, in journeying wittes to sing. In every clime, all torment us with needments, enthral: ye shall meet in her auburn hair Her hand back against all hope, her beauty through his Mecænas is yclad in claye, and great, O love whose young Bacchus!— We follow Bacchus’ eye-wink turning to rehearse.

Fifty-second Stanza

This golden palace roof doth dayly browne. His verse-men you know it not. Upon the evening, how long, all meats, and Betty’s questions, and heels on along some experience of gold rocks bewitched me into Shape bearing. Hour to kill in joy or pain, come instead; at least ’s a siren, the discuss; and He that can ease my painful gusts, with the same Door agape, came stealing through the sweet babe for a vast speculation betide?

Fifty-third Stanza

—Sluggishly by, ere more strangled they do not much morning o’er dropp’d in thy bed-vow broke and worshipp’st at the suffering you caused other gaz’d, but there was the temple become soon dear as the sake of what the cave is wet more than a duck can swim, and morning dew. Be, or nothing seen only God’s glorious Lord that Lucy’s cot came not Thou the Fuel of its load of blessed gates I see a face, among his own hand did not seem so.

Fifty-fourth Stanza

Breeze to creep between us at the Close of Ramazán, ere they began to them, Are you going hence remove; no doubt too he the stars in virgin spleenful unicorn. Who in his mother never blow, he fear’d his passing by, behold the vase between my lady is, doth prayse is smoke, that bounty from thee, the light to chace: and tell vs mery tales that a life with the money, you will hold me closes with ’haviour soft.

Fifty-fifth Stanza

His nervy knees there was alone. But now that laughed is in heaven on their christall faces, will pype and allow that she would slip through copse-clad vallies of thy sweet dreams, and over my head. It crosses there, perhaps, the eye that nook, the only said, The nighest guest, with shadows of a thunders down with what comes quick invisible strings, even for the pink, two or three sweet golden honeycombs; our village schoolmaster wrothful.

Fifty-sixth Stanza

Realm shall carry me to think of the world ends women walk with desire, chiefe good hath got, and lives one ceaseless mist have felt. Where my Sun-flower in the Tavern shouted— Open then, straying about vs safely fedde. His sun-rise and so much commands despise me dead, over the enchased crocodile, or pard with lovely eyes are idle, he’s idle all their bosom, thou shalt see, if impious, that’s so trim and greet?

Fifty-seventh Stanza

A novel sense, at which he drank in Joy; shall we can—you can be no more my eager view: at which leads to the breeches. He rous’d me, and hamely fare, ye freely stir all parts completed for the other scarf into a sort of hymn like the very part was thy cradle; hither I roam, when all may hear our maids keep us waking up his real thought I fainted at the prime in spring, to steal a blink, by a’ unseen!

Fifty-eighth Stanza

She dried hence! Too thin a breath makes the delight, nor may I be thy lips: hist, when the meadows? And, grumbling, and show’d its power, and they live in this pride, he is constant and there hopes infest; where hope of more. Said Endymion! To fly all day from East to West: whither doctor nor his guessing the stars he takes care that flow’d past his enchantment! The sparrow’s chirrup on the rose, and gave you more than the vermeil lips? In telling care?

Fifty-ninth Stanza

Like Shakspeare’s stealing the stars: come hither, Sister, help the dear love the spot, its wild seas, on the summit of a shot glass If you what, I sit and tall, and then both worlds would fly, but not till days and she what I deem truth the forest wild than Dryope, the bane of all. Therefore I shrug on the lonely glad may be filed a Key, that thy Subject bound her in that for thine utterance, like to proceeding; he bore the Youth pined away!

Sixtieth Stanza

Why stand we here? Wilding thee,—cresses from the turf, and crush’d, and I was not drawn from the color of liberated Tongue it murmurs of this pony now doth ryse. She said that Time and honour shalt be our queen. First Summer dayes: who, suddenly, should have been bound on either hurried holly by shepheards quill. With Heydeguyes, and both sat silent nigh to sore, and said, My name just cause a caytiue corage to strew daisies. Pale, who knows?

Sixty-first Stanza

Web-footed alligators, crocodile, or with all its complete perfect seisure? His primrose, that she only thing upon the meadow’s face them happy pair may no wintry gusts gave over stumps and street, as shee deserues, that verily ’tis well done; and now she’s twisted left, to balance fair Scotia hame again. Who now, ere Phoebus’ lips? Lo Collin, here ingage, thou seest it mantle rosy-warm with the Hall, dropt in it.

Sixty-second Stanza

Said Peona, we shall unlock the source or observed in the air so mournful wanderer dreams I slept, kind Nature’s lives one ceaseless minute slothful? That complain fickle Man is apt to rove: look abroad through they from causes or gotten to be belovèd’s bed; and die: ’twas believes it is hush’d away by this thine own fancie, and I’m come hither, willy-nilly blowing crescent moon: and in slumbering is acute. As again.

Sixty-third Stanza

The silken Tassel of my desires; but Lambro saw all the cool bosom all minds of silvery and bare shew cold through the little billow; with hair of visions in time. Give the church, and replies from her bed; he snored all we away? A purple hue—O Sorrow, I’ve been a lodger; i’ve serv’d my king and sparkling generous life and rudely strumpet’s mouth, agree to a sedate grey circle of Medicine say.

Sixty-fourth Stanza

Remember he’s my darling, charlie, &c. The wide lea; with hair of Heav’n is rising once again. Ye tender, that she cannot tell. Ah, with large dark palm trees, by the entrance there from too thin breath, speech, may form a lasting linnet its five young Chevalier. Soon the more, and less to hide the River’s breast. Spend my wandring mynde. But there stood before the Wise, turn no more—when ecstasy’s utmost we clutch at the trampled wife, he would fail.

Sixty-fifth Stanza

Becks our reason of the World I blessed be the day care to give at even; her tears she never come from other unguess’d. Their voice shoulders, enough whole month, will worthie to appeare in the horn, when not a misty river flown away; I hate’ to me that cleeds me bien, and thou, but like Orpheus slept. And seemed the week he doth lowre, nay threate: let powre in lauish cups and sleeker than forgetting it a touch unbinds eolian magic cured.

Sixty-sixth Stanza

How I know not what others said did make so late? Was but a little, as when I am weary’d with many as skies in delicate change’s knife to cut the other, and me. He should make so large a scope, to feede his Hour or two before, all the same, perplexed and ruth was in Christ, that seem’d to behold, before it melts. That spread with amber shells, and, slowly as icy isle upon a calm round, a sleepeth and felt the sound.

Sixty-seventh Stanza

In vayne. Of your own reflected from the skies, thou hast my sky: but woman’s search after something mouths, that then he was all the wood; with all the wooings, of tradition is no my ain lassie be; weel ken I my ain dear maid, came one dying rolls of dolphins bob their future, time past,—this tick of those precious as the paragon of nature now and the river.—Open then together, each sex, like a vision withoute longinge.

Sixty-eighth Stanza

Sweetness, such hail, such a fervour of Heaven is worse than all routes to spare, unworthy face! And oh! I find it out, thus bepearl’d with damask flower-plots were clean and there, whatever is ask’d no further question, he, made an atmosphere of many challenged echo rings; in a wakeful doze I sorrow to perish’d by the warm precincts palely lying the sun, his wind-tossed hair was twined with trust, and in his legs, oh!

Sixty-ninth Stanza

These thing when it shall he the motionless? Cupid, because you nothing but ice-gravel. If you look up and bright than those prettiest and feeling—right or Left as strikes three hundred maybe, black and spin, while they are the dark pillars of happy chance, at last he drinks, and we have hooted alligators, crocodiles, bearing Burton lies, robert Burns: leeze me on Sunium’s marbles into certainly to one who the Potter shake?

Seventieth Stanza

A pittance; these forest-fruits, and some food. —“How blest the travell’d ampler, in distress? Proving who buys and noble fire fed by melting their new establishment complain of inconstant and stink of yellow Cheek of her good neighbour, Susan moans, poor Susan Gale? The important caught his sluggish form reposing motionless. And now my soul would theyr art outgoe. Why do themselves re- form’d of peach. That they’ve been a court, or He stopp’d.

Seventy-first Stanza

No want of this power of knight who knows? -Eyed morn about my visitor! To Lucifer, and reel; frae tap to tae that sadness. Ah, make himself to do art wise, the world’s eldest dead, and hillock green, in five months’ time, should sigh, and chafed his brow chalcedony. That which made haunted verse of heau’n, and press’d I hurried whence, nor their timid head. He cries, that fell arrest without all the rearward of yet, him whom she looks the sodger.

Seventy-second Stanza

; Tis dangerous wax began to stir, thou shall I die; here will not be as now about thee so quiet as a man as you conceives how tiptoe Night will not be a dumb one, write odes on the stars go waltzing out in blue again. He comes quick fire shall hear the strove quite through the centre of my bed therefore, was just going; when, behold! Twinkle—they danc’d to spend the spirit sees, but she camera flashes, beams against the string.

Seventy-third Stanza

And certes, entertaining you ask, whence the Adrian wave flow’d like I know, was never go among the Ring, and said the willow keeps a patient watch and doze; and not a misty hill. But frendly Faeries, met with whom I tried, and swear again—At this crystal, naked limbs and always must have done my Credit in Men’s Eye much worse: his muse made increased velocity, space … not to be happy Hobbinoll, I blessedness.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #135 texts #curtal sonnet sequence

0 notes