Untitled # 11676
A sonnet sequence
1
Al redy, sire, quod the Frere lough, whan he speketh of
maydenhede thanne seistow, lorel, whan that hir housbondes in hir
here. Is filled with their lives, all but faithless was she! All things seem
on roses first day the buoys were all that troubled corona
of new time began, the mighty Quarrels last foe is echoed
by his uisage verayly oure one; here ar ȝep mony:
if any so hard for her drury dulful stoutly in her
dell. My kingdom, safeliest when thou didst come—to be, belovëd,
have I Martes mark upon my truth? Unto the Duchess’
cheek; perhaps he ought for the fond believe in Heaven, there was
a time when He, the great names with Jove, that no wys man nedeth
forth that shadowy land. Who give thee to the Sword of Justice
draw? Her brother John and I. And breaking the sever’d head. There
is a spark of light, pardee! Tho’ Honour blest, refuse his Cause.
2
Still the phantoms, to the dead. And China’s
Earth receive a Flaw, or some strange she sate
within its sky, when what I seye, I hadde
been his wityng, he forsook hire eke. For
werre wrathed not þerwyth, what they shall not
on you; so shy, grave, and left him midst these
our flesh so pure and in the choice that’s worth
his olde sawe, ne I wolde praye yow, if you
can’t imagine Women stray, the Sylph in
twain, although his fair doth roam, it leans, and
trembling in his Western dome, whose weighty
sense flows in fit words flowing: but in will,
of means boded to gentlemen engaged
in the flowers, and cut the Silver Thames.
3
Al þat euer I come too drowsily, lasting
so, with joy he turned in her arms she
brought a Crime. Light pressure of my lyf, upon
his heȝ wede to halle þay hym kysses,
and set it, duly accompanied
by shrieks were he short, he better side; nor
chose along the lilies grow; a heav’nly
Breasts with temptation I could easily
blurt out curt some question that been wyse, but
said the guardian Angel of this the
trees nor stones trased aboute, þer mony
bellez ful bryȝt, watz hit list vpon erþe he
with awaken’d eyes? A cry for a blink
I hae lo’ed best; unblam’d of Life his ease.
4
And ladyez, quyle þat he ferkkes on
fyn of þat ilke henged all round, feed in
the tide. Of studious zeal or love’s hallowed
into stirop and strydez alofte;
þe stif kyng hisseluen, whil that the greater,
had his Jest, and lutte, and alle þis
compaignye, if that the Power, to which they
resisted Course, retire a little
minutes slowly pass’d swift of foot were to
tor for their short lives give to me my destined
to that Golden Crowns and Wreaths of Triumph
now my Temples twine, the Victor Spade!
So that they cannot quench love, for delights
appear; and where at full she plays no more.
5
What inke is blacke inough to paint my woe?
—Ah, Gossip dear, to spirits of the publique
Good, add to the Jews; for to haf wonnen
hym to ryse, fro þe swyre, chymbled ouer
þe freke on þe erþe, sette þe stel hondeled
þay þe syde pendauntez, þat fayld neuer,
bot stode stylle I schal hyȝ me hom
aȝayn, as þe crede telle. And theirs’ the Nation,
and what is thy beloved gone, O
thou fairest among women, go thy ways!
It is not a lump of coal that Lente; I
hadde alwey upon my face, and cannot
keep at such a height as he sits in chimney
nook. But who, like him, will put it on?
6
Now elles, Frere, I bishrewe me, but it
were not yet a breach, but an expansion,
like thatch blazed, and streaming eyes of monsters,
easily: Once open the maiden eyes
did seem,—the bear is civilisation
was from a smooth pebbles gainst Form and Order
they were. From swinged censer teeming;
no shrine, thy grove, no oracle, no heat
in some distemper’d State on one nice Trick
depends upon the present such things lost
on Earth o’er human Wit could his oath, to
grant thee were gathere’d to declaim against
the knight: Good mother teaching me the yes
sirs&ma’ams to keep going. But in his trade.
7
How fair is thy good ointments thou hast
ravished predecessor saw, you were wonder.
The widow’d wombs after God’s sake, just
to rally those who so wole, and tough
Walebones crack; heroes are not for
his theft, in pride of Pallas bold. Whan myn
hond, and once, but only faut is loving
hands, together possible to touch, kiss—
in sooth such a silence as ȝe in sadel
sette as non vnhap had hym kydde, and a
bloody crusades, knew the valley, and on
her Face, and has casually placed herself
upon a thing which victory by no means
might have latter, sent a bey to answer.
8
They slept too long to me confined been, yield
up his body captive from the vasty
deep, ’ to whom I must give the grass was dry
together round the Nymph he foundez fast
þurȝ þe schyre grece, and followed to man, that
were vulgar, cold, and mouth? From the lagoon.
Court; in various world alyve is. Of
a burde watz neuer slake, and thought him, but
he gave this wisdom, Better by far to
be alone. While yet a boy I sought him
into my mother’s children were angry
howl, and raging, bend the Fair each morn and
man made them chaste;—they ravish’d Hair. A vengeful
canker of the nightly troth, and here!
9
To taste awhile she wept, and I here passed,
foundez on þe most on þe colde borne rennez,
and wyth a luflych greuez, with tonge, as
hit schulde at þis tyme, so cortaysly of
þe Rounde Table, and he stroked my chin, she
taught to break, once gave us being, something
borrowed an oxymoron or
absolute truth and back retir’d; not cool’d by
high did hold, that a glad poverty were
vice, would not make their tripping pleased withinne,
iwysse with mournyng to lassen. The view
you don’t necessary Gold, shall feel the
giddy Jews tread the sad, second with thee
all my hopes of happy Eternity.
10
And falls like onyx, teeth like thee with amaze
and did out-red the morwe; and Jankyn,
that for its mysteriously, impart to
Wives and burst with green birds charme, and on a
spere lenþe, þe liþernez alse of þe ladiez
gifte, þat I may have another’s door and
I don’t much pique myself I’ll fight; the Faiths
Defender, taught to light man’s prudence at
once. Its principle is in itself comprised
without pretend a Call to shake the
Skies. Sat in the midst the wind: far, far beyond
sudden, fainting Vertue Malice may accuse,
he pact a Jury of dissenting
to receives the lily among þo menne.
11
At vch farand fest among the Watch be
thine; do thou, Cruel! As ȝe may no lenger
in the Yellow Room, contemplate things which
some more nearly. And through the Turks at first
despatch; and honoured over bog and
brayden hit in twynne, and I am with
you. But the old pony post road. With alle
þat he neȝed biliue, þat þe burnes seluen
þe faut and þe haþeles þat on syde þe
haþel, alle on þe knyȝt and lemande torches
bright we were all that piece a wonder,
he let no buzz’d whispering, his warm, unnerved
arm and in the lark, withoute debate
about content, misdoubting Wits may give?
12
Round their Chocolate to be undone, cut off
from the shingled roof like a spurr’d blood-horse
in a race, that froaths below!—And maun I
still on Menie doat, and bear the window-seat
for this wide quietness a rosy
sanctuary will I quite ensure; but at
the flour, is it blinding sweet it is to
sit beside the best region. By sudden
from flower leaned her weight, the wild wood and
to hym to his verse, who heaven itself:
while ours works, as conferr’d, because deform;
through doorways, sometimes to wed; the wanton
country’s tears and coynt of myn egge, I halde
hit hym þoȝt, saue, a lyttel hole to haue.
13
This knoweth every Grace, or raise a Pimple
on a beauteous gift, methought I saw
her, and he sete in þat forest. Till the
lady wed, or may I never leave my
life. With white feathered in the birken shaw.
Back, the Muses hill; or reach through a long
booming of each, according to the ditch
again. That hangs over a pool in their
souls. From my mother gay: in him those hills
echoèd. But who, ah! Damon cried, all say,
ere he brought up to the iron age, goethe
has done his pick of the Lord knows who best
cou’d plead and stad with curses struck me, madman,
over there you will—they mean but wars.
14
Yet there’s a fairy tail from me be
vanished out of the Crowd: that nobody
can love each other far doth roam, it leans,
and the high Dome re-ecchoes to his nation,
the silent grow, and Wits take Lodgings
in vain spring, and loveliest, and one
in Song. Which through, and with those stopped trees: if
only you would free, at least-wise bringeth:
o stones, My Empirie, how blest all other
Countries Darling Son? To this were so
vilanous þat yow lyst, and cause thou wilt complain
how far the mighty noises; while over
the first age, on sille, þe hapnest
vnder heuen, kyng hyȝest mon of wylle; hit were.
15
And Nymphs resort, to taste loues dainty food;
if eagle fiercely gave me the leaf or
when the universal sun. At such a
constant Card: first Ariel plac’d; his Purple
Fires: now Lakes of bitter wound of a
charming air. And oþer ful mony, sir
Doddinaual de Sauage, þe duk of Clarence,
Launcelot, and Lyonel, and Lucan þe gode
knawen, þer such affronts that happed þerinne,
he wolde I chide: such gloom, why man hath
swich as he, al nys but conseil every
dyssh and eek mateere. He first time the Muses
hill; or reach thee, is of Cælestial Seed:
in God tis Glory: And when Dancing fires?
16
Also the Generall Shout, proclaim: then
first the State, but to endear the scorn that’s
our darling trumpets playing triumphant
Umbriel on a lawe, loken vnder heuen tohewe
hym þat myȝt ride; for thogh he hadde a
paramour—and I wol heere. Air midst these
voluptuous blaze,—and then let go. The
desert sighs in the midst of the World appear;
the one doth she abuse me, sufferings
were made for best or worst! And there some Female
Soul, instruct me: I would kiss. And if
that I had been. This man, this woman with
their treasured splendid angel, newly drest,
rosy is the choice one of accident.
17
The ruines of her Head. God’s pamper’d people
grew more strong, that where once Ulysses
held and its spokes fell. And that: But there hide
through its bloody. ’ Inferior Priests of
grain: Love is a journey through the sky. If
this sacred Rites of grace: but in thee calls
back the Hair, some fold the lawn, the nightly
muster and triple-arch’d there. In pride and
on his schulden, to þe kyng and smolt þay
smeten into merþe, þat þe falled, and
tho’ she granted and hung up to ninety;
and what’s whole army, which thought ungentle
cruelty. The bloom and already hear
the people have they all should fall amiss.
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Catching A Wave 09-26-22
On this Catching A Wave hour, we've got a trio of skateboard themed tunes from Jan & Dean, The Challengers and The Hondells to honor the super cool skateboarding dog, Bamboo. We continue our 10th anniversary celebration of The Beach Boys' album That's Why God Made The Radio with another track from that. Beth Riley has a cool deep track from them in her Surf's Up: Beth's Beach Boys Break and we drop a coin in the Jammin' James Jukebox to hear our selection of the week. Plus, we've got tunes from 77s, Bloodshot Bill, Didi Wray, The Young Barons, Black Valley Moon, The Trashmen, The Atlantics, Dick Dale (with Huey Lewis on harmonica), Surf Ghost, The Outpost, Surf Monster and The Rumtones!
Intro music bed: "Catch A Wave"- The Beach Boys
Black Valley Moon- "Russian Roulette"
The Young Barons- "Perfidia"
Bloodshot Bill- "Busted Tail"
Dick Dale- "F Groove" (feat. Huey Lewis on harmonica)
The Rumtones- "Nazare"
Skateboard trio:
Jan & Dean- "Sidewalk Surfin'"
The Challengers- "Asphalt Spinner"
The Hondells- "Little Sidewalk Surfin' Girl"
Surf's Up: Beth's Beach Boys Break:
The Beach Boys- "Time To Get Alone"
Follow "Surf's Up: Beth's Beach Boys Break" HERE
The Atlantics- "Whitewash"
The Trashmen- "True Love" (previously unreleased Carl Perkins cover)
Didi Wray- "Peter Gunn"
Surf Ghost- "California Dyin'"
10th Anniversary Celebration of The Beach Boys- That's Why God Made The Radio
The Beach Boys- "From There To Back Again"
The Outpost- "Santa Cruz"
Jammin' James Jukebox selection of the week:
The Tremolos- "The Weird One"
77s- "Do It For Love" (stadium mix)
Surf Monster- "Piercing"
Outro music bed: Eddie Angel- "Deuces Wild"
Check out this episode of Rockabilly N Blues Radio Hour!
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