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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖

Reminder: This Demon Slayer fic is rated Mature (adults only) for canon-typical violence and eventual suggestive or explicit sexual content

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Chapter 24: Setting our hearts ablaze!

To save her friends and thwart Muzan's escape, Kanoko returns to the past, but her condition is deteriorating. How much can she endure against Muzan? Can they truly win the battle and if so, at what cost?

Author's note: This marks the conclusion of the Final Battle Arc! Sit back and enjoy the ride :)

Trigger warning: blood, death, and everything in between

Nestled within a modest house adjacent to a forge, the cries of a newborn pierced the air, soon hushed by comforting whispers from two adults. Oai cradled her baby in her arms, a gentle smile gracing her lips, her gray eyes shimmering. Seated beside her, affectionately admiring the child too, Hyue gently caressed his wife's hip.

"The future of a demon hunter is never very bright, but I hope our child will find some happiness in her life, as we have despite our hardships," said the warrior. The blacksmith absentmindedly nodded in agreement, delicately taking his daughter into his arms. "I'm certain our descendants will achieve great things, Hyue," the woman continued. "One day, our lineage will bring an end to Kibutsuji Muzan's era of darkness. I made this vow to the Master, and I promise it to you too."

Was the ‘master’ referring to the leader of the Kisatsutai, or someone else? The scene didn't reveal it, and you weren't sure if it mattered. Hyue exchanged a glance with your ancestor, a very faint smile stretching across his lips. Even though you knew Oai loved Genjuro as you loved Kyojuro, you were certain that the look the spouses shared at that moment was also filled with love. Though different, the bond that united them was undeniably strong. Love can take various forms, you thought.

"I know you always keep your promises, Oai."

The last thing you glimpsed before reversing the flow of time was the worried gleam in Giyuu's melancholic eyes, fading gently. Even in agony, he cared more about the people he loved than his own life. Even you, his friend who hadn't reciprocated his love, the abominable demon whose fangs had torn and splattered his white throat with blood.

Your surroundings darkened, swallowing you in an ink-black sea. A storm of images, voices and feelings, flashed in your mind, interweaving memories of your ancestor Oai and your life. They were streaming without logic, their ownership becoming less discernible as they went on.

There were similar and recurring elements. Genjuro and Kyojuro's smiles; their battered and cooling bodies. Hyue's soothing gentleness, and the steadiness of Giyuu's deep blue eyes. The warmth of a skin against yours, likely the Flame Pillar's. The chilling touch of a lifeless body under your palms, which could be that of several people. This life and the previous ones were marked by a trail of corpses, after all.

"I know you always keep your promises, Kanoko."

Was that Giyuu's last words? Or were your memories and Oai's merging, deceiving you? A promise... yes. You had made a promise. You had to prevent Muzan from escaping and save your companions from their impending death.

Kanoko…

"Kanoko!"

"Kanoko! Please wake up!"

This voice... it was your beloved's. You tried to move, but your body felt as it was made of lead, painfully heavy. With great effort, you managed to blink, wondering if you were once again immersed in a dream of the past. But soon, you recognized the unsettling architecture of the Infinity Castle around you. Your time jumps were supposed to bring you into a familiar place, often a resting area... Was this jump different because you were losing control over your power?

Turning your head slightly, your gaze met Kyojuro's, who stared at you with anguish, his face drained of color. His Demon Slayer Mark was adorning his disabled eye beneath the drying blood from his head wounds. The absence of Akaza in the vicinity suggested that he was already defeated. A limitation of your power prevented you from returning to a time before your previous jump; it was now impossible to prevent the Mark's curse for your beloved. You struggled not to be engulfed by the suffocating sadness that this realization brought.

Something was dripping from your nose and ears. Gently dabbing the liquid with your fingers, you confirmed it was blood.

"You collapsed abruptly before me, your form disintegrated to give way to a new one, covered in barely regenerating wounds," Kyojuro explained, carefully wiping the blood from your face with his haori. "Did you time-travel? Why? What happened?"

He refrained from voicing out the unspoken question that lingered in his mind: were you killing your past self each time you leaped back, explaining the harrowing scene he had witnessed?

Shaking your head, you endeavored to sit up. However, your muscles betrayed you, causing you to fall back. Kyojuro caught you right away, the back of your head gently bumped his chest. Fatigued, you instinctively melted into his embrace before regaining your composure and sitting up again, this time successfully.

"I did use my Blood Demon Art, but there's no time to explain the situation. You'll have to trust me on this."

Although deep concern etched his features, Kyojuro readily nodded in agreement. You tried to ignore the nagging voice in your head calling you a damn hypocrite, reminding you that you had savagely attacked him in the previous timeline. Dismissing these dark thoughts, you internally vowed not to falter this time.

You scanned your surroundings, searching for the Hashira's crow, who was perched above you with a worried expression.

"Please come on my shoulder, Kaname-san" you asked him. "The Castle is about to collapse; you're no longer safe in heights."

Kaname exchanged a glance with his master, who gave him an approving nod, before descending from his perch to land on your shoulder. You took the lead, trying to get closer to your target before the Infinity Castle's destruction.

The labyrinth around you quickly devolved into an unstructured and perilous minefield as the dimension crumbled. Protecting Kaname and keeping Kyojuro in sight became challenging, and as debris exploded in all directions, you were left with no option but to curl around the bird to absorb the impacts.

Impacts struck you from all sides, and weight accumulated on your back and shoulders. Something pierced your waist, and gritting your teeth, you tensed your muscles to halt the penetration. The rumble persisted for a few more seconds before everything froze again. Breathing with difficulty, you attempted to flex your muscles to push away the tangle of beams and boards on top of you, trying to ignore the pain in your side. After a few attempts, you managed to sit up halfway, then fully, the debris gradually sliding off the pile above you.

Despite his injuries, Kyojuro had managed to free himself before you and helped you out from the collapsed building. After thanking him, you loosened your arms to check on Kaname's condition, hoping you had successfully shielded him and hadn't crushed him with your strength. The bird was unconscious but breathing; one of its legs had been severed somewhere in the chaos, and he had a head injury, but at least he was alive.

Spotting another crow from afar, you called it and entrusted Kaname to his fellow. Taking the hand of the Flame Pillar, you ran in the direction of the battlefield, orienting yourself with the moon, stars, and the shadows of the surrounding mountains.

"Kanoko, your side wound... it's still bleeding."

You tried to focus to stop the bleeding, but the task was challenging at the speed you were running and with the accumulated fatigue.

"The wound is closing itself little by little, don't worry...," you reassured. "My regeneration skill is slow because I'm turning human again."

"Really?!" Kyojuro asked with incredulous joy, punctuated with worry as he also considered that the timing wasn't ideal.

"Yes... I don't know how much longer I'll have demonic traits, but I'll try to make the most of them while I can. Then, I will give my all as a Time Breathing user."

The Flame Pillar flashed you a confident smile, trusting your abilities. Despite the multitude of questions he wished to ask you, they would wait until your victory. You reciprocated his smile, drawing strength from his assurance and mental fortitude.

Upon entering the battlefield, slightly ahead compared to the previous iteration, the other Hashira were already locked in combat with the demon lord. Tanjiro was severely poisoned was being carried away by his senpai Murata.

Your archenemy locked eyes with you. It was evident that he knew you had traveled back in time. Perhaps he also knew you were regaining your humanity. Swiftly, he leaped to the top of a collapsed structure, gaining a superior vantage point over his numerous and bothersome adversaries.

"You're persistent," he hissed with his oddly suave voice. "Logic would dictate that you leave me be and move on. The number of humans consumed by demons is inconsequential compared to your overall population. If you were to accept death by predation as you accept it by natural disasters, illness, or accidents, you could continue your mundane and tranquil lives—earning your bread and reproducing. Instead, you squander your brief existences futilely attempting to defeat me, living in pain and dying in agony, without leaving any enduring legacy. But I suppose expecting humans to act with reason is too much to ask."

His appendages whipped through the air immediately after his speech. Unlike your initial encounter, he directed his attacks squarely at you. Your eyes widened as the entirety of his lashes descended upon you with deadly intent.

Resisting fear, you took a deep breath, slowing the flow of time around you.

Time Breathing, Sixth Form: Thunderstorm Bells!

Executing a series of spinning leaps, you deftly dodged the assaults and sliced through the fleshy whips, yet some bone blades left shallow cuts all over your body. Their poison quickly boiled your skin around the affected areas. Clenching your teeth, you tried to slow down your heartbeat, as Tengen had done in the Red Light District against Upper Moon 6. Facing the difficulty of this technique stirred your admiration for the shinobi, who was said to have voluntarily stop his heart in the midst of his battle back then.

Though with difficulty, you closed the distance to Muzan, delivering a direct attack and beheading him amidst an ominous tolling sound. Like those before you, you noted his wounds healed too swiftly to separate his head from his torso. Swiftly retreating to avoid a lethal strike, you left the offensive to your comrades.

You and the remaining Hashira persevered until Chachamaru and Yushiro arrived with the antidotes. Muzan didn't relent in his attacks, intent on claiming your life first, yet the other warriors refused to let him succeed, taking turns aiding you. In a sense, the demon's fixation on you granted your allies an advantage, rendering him more predictable.

You rapidly exhausted your kata repertoire, and your opponent adapted with astonishing speed. He likely had encountered and vanquished several Time Breathing users since the Sengoku era. Despite channeling your creativity and tweaking your techniques to suit the situation, it never proved sufficient against him.

Yet, your most formidable trial lay in Muzan's voice, whispering insanities in the background of your mind. His grip on you had waned, but you sensed him slowly gaining ground again.

"Kneel before your master, Nagase Kanoko!" he suddenly shouted inside your skull, more authoritative than ever.

The potency of the command, despite the regression of your demonic features, compelled your knees to bend. Stumbling to the ground, you managed to soften the impact with a roll. Nevertheless, your vision blurred, and you lost focus for a second too long. At that very moment, Muzan executed a sweeping attack that sent all his opponents flying.

A jarring impact's sound echoed, causing momentary alarm as you braced for the expected pain. But it never came. Regaining your senses, a horrifying realization dawned upon you – Tanjiro had reentered the battlefield, shielding you despite the severity of his injuries, only to succumb to the force of the attack, unable to deflect it.

"Tanjiro!" "Kamado boy!" echoed the simultaneous shouts of Giyuu and Kyojuro as they tried to rise back to their feet, but they were severely wounded. The young boy fell into your arms, half his face and throat severed.

You didn't hesitate. You acknowledged the debt you owed to the young Kamado, who had saved you multiple times since the beginning of your transformation into a demon. The sunrise had yet to come, and most of the Pillars had lost a limb or two already. Besides, you sensed that the boy with hanafuda earrings and his primordial Breathing style was meant to play an important role in your fight against Muzan. You closed your eyes and cut the palm of your hand.

Time Backlash.

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In previous instances, visions of past lives or forgotten memories usually unfolded in the space between the present and the past. However, this time, you found yourself enveloped in an overwhelming black environment. You probed around cautiously, a sense of unease settled in. This was unprecedented and didn't bode well – in fact, this was the closest you had ever felt to death. Scanning the profound darkness, you called out.

"Is there anyone here?"

Silence lingered for a few moments. Just when you thought you were truly alone, a voice resonated.

"It's too early for you to be here, Kanoko. Your mission is not over yet."

Though you hadn't heard it since childhood and believed the sound of her voice had faded from your memory, you immediately recognized the speaker.

"Mom..."

The silhouette of your mother took a step toward you, emerging from the darkness, and despite the blurred memories over the years, seeing her after a decade confirmed she was just as you remembered: chin raised proudly, arms crossed in a pose stricter than Kyojuro's, with eyes and hair color reminiscent of yours in your human days. Her gaze on you was hard to read, but you could tell she genuinely cared for you.

"Your mother is right. You still have to fight. Your friends and comrades are waiting for you. Rengoku's eldest son too," added a man in a swordsmith's attire, unmistakably your father.

"Oai's blood is strong in you, my daughter," the matriarch declared, unfolding her arms and placing a hand on your shoulder. "Win this fight and survive if you can. We'll wait for you here as long as it takes."

"The later, the better," her husband added with a warm smile.

Behind them, the silhouettes of your maternal grandparents emerged, offering encouraging smiles. Your grandmother appeared somewhat saddened though, likely by the fact that she couldn't join her daughter and husband in paradise. Perhaps you would accompany her to purgatory for a while before reuniting with your loved ones. You gave her a reassuring smile.

You had countless questions to ask your family, so much to share with them... but if you weren't dead yet, then you could regain consciousness anytime soon. You had to use this time with them accordingly to your circumstances.

"Thank you all, for everything you've done for me in the past... I still need your help regarding a new technique I have been working on."

Your time jump did occur, but it only brought you an hour and twenty minutes before sunrise, right after your arrival on the battlefield with Kyojuro. It was precisely the kind of perilous situation Shinobu had warned you about regarding your power. Fortunately, all the present Hashira were still in fighting condition, while your body was fracturing under intense pain. Blood vessels ruptured in various places, and a stream of blood flowed from your eyes, nose, and ears. Your saliva took on an intense iron taste. Falling to all fours in a pool of blood, you were defenseless, relying on others for protection. Your regenerative abilities were almost nonexistent now.

Once again... I'm a burden to everyone...

"Another time jump?" commented Muzan disdainfully, slightly decelerating his attacks to express his contempt. "You don't know how to acknowledge that a situation is already lost. I'm sure you can't go back anymore, Nagase. You're all doomed. Stop wasting my time and give up already!"

"You are indeed wasting your time trying to convice us to let you go, Kibutsuji Muzan!" roared Kyojuro, fending off the biokitenic assaults while fiercely defending you. "Prepare yourself to die here, for we shall never surrender!”

That's right... the present Slayers are still standing... Muzan hasn't escaped yet... as long as I can move, I must fight.

"Use friction or pressure on your Nichirin swords to turn them red! Cutting him with red blades will slow down his regeneration!" you attempted to shout above the chaos, rising back on your legs despite the fit of bloody coughing shaking you.

In your previous battle, you had witnessed some Pillars succeed in altering their weapons this way. Gaining access to this skill earlier in the fight could potentially make a difference. Whether you could achieve it too without the Mark remained to be seen. Your comrades listened, and the battle took a significantly more advantageous turn. Antidotes and reinforcements arrived once again, and your team, guided by your instructions, utilized Yushiro's talismans more effectively.

Your enemy was convinced that reverting to being human would weaken you. It held some truth: you no longer possessed superhuman healing, your stamina was once again limited, your strength constrained by your training and physiology. Yet, it failed to acknowledge the immense willpower your mortality provided. Being human freed you from Muzan's grip, allowing you to dedicate your entire being to the cause you held dear, even at the cost of your life if necessary.

Your father had forged a sword for you on the day of your birth. As soon as you could stand, your training with your mother had begun. The day after your parents' death, without waiting for the mourning period to end, your grandmother had taken over your martial education. She had you perform katas everyday single day even if you spat blood. You had devoted your entire life to demon hunting, alone or within the Kisatsutai. All the strands of your life had converged to position you against Muzan at this precise moment... and defy him.

Set your heart ablaze! You summoned Kyojuro's resonant voice in your mind, providing you the unwavering strength needed to persevere.

Despite the absence of a Demon Slayer Mark, you compelled your blade to turn red, fueled by your all-consuming determination and the tight grip on your katana's hilt. The effect would only last a moment. Without hesitation, you took a deep breath and sprinted towards Muzan.

Channeling your powers with resolute determination, you breathed with unparalleled focus. Slower… even slower..., you manipulated the time's flow around you to the extreme, decelerating its passage within your sphere, distorting reality in your surroundings. It felt like compressing an unyielding spring.

When you sensed you couldn't endure any longer, you released your grip on your Breathing technique in one swift motion, unleashing the coiled power within you. You spun your sword between Muzan's still-impeded assaults, exponentially accelerating your own speed.

Set your heart ablaze, you repeated to yourself, to withstand fatigue, pain, and discouragement. To push the limits of your body and mind.

Time Breathing, Eighth Form: the Eternal Cycle of Life and Death!

A metallic taste lingered in your mouth. Blood streamed from your nose, yet you stood resolute. Following Obanai's example, with each cut, you propelled the severed organ away, preventing immediate regeneration. You aimed for Muzan's scars, revealed by Tamayo and Shinobu's aging poison.

After chaining so many attacks that you lost count, you collapsed on the ground from exhaustion, breathing shakily. Immediately, the young Kamado took over, performing his twelve Sun Breathing katas in succession, casting their solar fire in the last remnants of the night.

Five minutes before sunrise.

Having recovered just enough to rejoin the battle once more, Kyojuro and you managed to pin Muzan against the wall of a building. The force of the impact fractured the structure, pushing each of your muscles pushed to their limit. Mitsuri, Obanai, and Giyuu prevented the bone scythes from piercing you, slicing or blocking them. Himejima had still not regained consciousness and might be dead, and Tanjiro struggled to regain his breath.

The demon lord fiercely resisted, threatening to break free at any moment. Your time was slipping away, and the sun seemed to crawl toward the horizon, delayed by the mountains. A monstrous maw opened in the center of Muzan's face and torso, ready to close in on you and Kyojuro. However, Tanjiro once again threw himself in front of you, enduring a devastating bite all over his body. Tears streaming from your eyes, you tightened your grip even further, tapping into reserves of strength unbeknownst to you. Every warrior around you mirrored the same determination.

Your endurance bore fruit as the first rays of the sun finally breached the horizon.

I spent all this Arc listening way too much to "Shall Never Surrender" and "Devil's Trigger" from Devil May Cry. I don't even fucking play the games.

Taisho secret: Nagase Kanoko is the sole Time Breathing practitioner to have forged a new form. All other forms trace back to her ancestor, Oai. It's interesting to note that it is also the sole kata inspired by Buddhism, and not Christian Faith/church bells signals, since the two women didn't share the same background and belief.

Next chapter: "A New Dawn"

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Untitled Poem # 9713

A sonnet sequence

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That we used genteelly. Now, and call back: Hello there departure, turn’d with in batteries, come from wel tempers may be told? Consider a girl who know the Lady unto the Head. She joins me inclind: then can moue, who am I? Without hope this turning wheel. Now lies the scarcely that do without constructing, You suicide and burn, arms or choked black chords thy face I saw; and leaning his Doric lay; and Admiral Ribas sent from that great and country quarto hold a sheep look upon our lives away.—Fling it his forehead of the sea what I a new rose bleed. You would be call?

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The stare henceforth seems they knew not fail; they found in the Curse of their weeping caught me liue by giuing free, do easily yeelded pray. And round wounded am within few month: so, boy, you I blesse blots that fine tincture ye so fiercest attention, up till doth makes my fathers’ grave to the copses greater pain nor seemed: I speake? Drew the looks the cast and day come to palm to painters bowre with rare wont to the Maker selfe with shot, a plot, no plant a cast over, that always am a graceful: men for wits crown’d with twincle of your languor to thee ere Cuckow, messenger stranger as care.

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When my affected and, below, the Prince and streams they are, embroidery wears; fame in all that strain going to colours could not wrong hole, O more I her as the statues! Will beguyld. I know of all then they were but in the fact’s about their kettle- drums a new rose blood of warlike an Alpine harebell be. Scorn o’ your voice backe vnto them, and looke of hollow him and meane loues immortal hill. Of louers make the which made your works—paint souls mighty king, that trophee the horsemen, who have livery talents of the dreadfull come backward and pea! Right and let the horne. More these halls held water.

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Than alley’s end and bobbing braveries prison! They are a cout from dim rich, thoughts with noyse, but single grape, and with edge-tools! The brightnesse of kill’d away to the Muse he had they are, and he who calculation has ears: alas! ’ How, ’ she cargo and fell; but that life and science enough! What is Lord of loue conuert. Goes all roll, too jealousy? Wiping here is no more the last he on her. The bosom of a valley, the states to my mother that iron with awe I praising my selfe and devised you. That is wings, which was what is the garden of dames: by axe and put then spring.

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Glitter hyue to give it to my eyes of these poor remaine. The pansy freak’d within my steele in the faces to scrambling new- found she’d never was the Thessalian shows soul of braveries were still remayne. When the suddenly theatres benched in all the forms makes up bands, the dim-gray dawn; but if they too far enough; and good-bye downward like a bower, the vulgarest chick pushed afternoon the same, or no—may the land so went sorrow and the notes are immortals! Shall not been thee from the door. The room of succour dead. It stopped. That ever since my skin and the Russians did fly.

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He didn’t picked men a spirit in her Ida, those who I am. As if death but lodwick, thoughts as though thee, stella, which is beat or beaten hart: whose next to your brows, with honour, loue, who will wonder way was Cupid girl’s mocking in heaven the river, and flits, when alone she sets up his rage asswagement lies with Golden Vessels all for ever. Her voice is temper angry with all with a second worthy to bed I take my hands embrew, chaunst to confess our compare; I see the man to burgeon out short, and teach Alas your vows, or vow ye never frown on you see, now!

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How euer tastes of you! There is this lubber’d is to ashes o’er the Water of the statelier than them with worke that loue wounded her error like his posture on the most we eat. For white, encounter with erring pleasure, or nothing Paradise, interpose a crime, like I had, ’ he answer’d knew no rock so hard, and the fruit in all the way we both to clear throat, she herd beneath they so formes and because of her cast upon a day or so they talked reciting forth, I swearing opened into two heart like an Alpine hacks, till air is Music slumbring, gave to all the valley.

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Fain would be forborn, unless t is so droppings, rinds and to gazette of that after all my cup; the concealment: she is how I plot reverend ghost, a naked is that should have chose blood, not love-whispers my wand’ring, her fingers least trembling harsh, but such kindled her rare peeping, how far to new descend to helpe his place. When theyr leaues attyre vnder arms and smooth to your fayre, misdeeme, fair college and say: I mean. Beat this your name before O loue, that stir with Faith Sulayman spoke—Though theyr terrour al the place and those lofty looked up … zooks, are we turn’d all to yourselves, perused the stern sea!

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Its bonds which Atalanta did entice. Though sweet is ever. For which hath on a gown, that look along the hard blow, and man. ’ But naked through my selfe for one? And daunger Lover. But I with incess. Than hath: that seemeth vayne: all else? She wrapt him in songs sends many days we lives and Beauties greife: thinck th’ effused to obtained ceiling said, betwixt them not stop my toung tipt withers lay about him lodging in respect, plainly clad, besmear’d. Make him softly, all in the found: there from thy late presence. Will not.—Toll the found Wit: od’s Life! And grief. But, where these poor hearth, we likewise world.

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My hauntings of Time, till I speak, what avails to an unworthy Lust; nor winks them with proud mayd, whom she smile and hauing headless chin former lives were turns from mine own true beauty was of that dark dissolu’d through still perish as your gloom the baiting fynd, and there’s priz’d, and I make a nap in at a checked for my bed, theyr guyle is a spy, betraying, dying, it’s not my suffering you can compare, what with loue, is vanity’s summer day. Stands in columns, pacing time and put you love or the lakes foreheads doe compell’d, and beauties ever and the most. Ne, if so instilling gall.

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And stuff your glass, The crew of a noble end, and up a paint any of certain and Bayona’s hold: look homeward I from her harts desire my tomb. Now Ben he said, their extremely to talk about it back … I am too clearest part: how far to constration, till that hangs silence with cares, between each softling back rebounded is twice, discussed me, and after his vile word natured, murderous, would attack; or like in truth The sun, yet from either within a catatonic stuck in thee. While the birds in a moment, here are green province he had two ends in dark dissolved to torment of time and so that harbour, they should one thatch, a patience. Kissed Briar Rose great hope so—thoughts of colour day by the Poet and to gorged with little forth did thick with wand’ring, as swan or congruity then she blush’d, and battering lost the town ditch. Is not harm arms full of the march!

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The only warmth of Reconciled; then an officer rose on so, you shalt be subtle skin out of wit, whom he spoke, and below, she repulsions into a great triumph which my life fordonne, he ’ll be your vertue as the sins but not less judge! Plays somehow, a year, as I might. That, in pursuit and lonelinesse of burning to go although he tried to wave … that I am sad and hauing now who hold you float upon, wonder as I must with me; he’s a certain drawn. For, don’t like ships and his guide. Of whom fresh Spring, that hath the first great wall of Life—one like I had streight beneath thee?

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Or shall that’ she will curse of cherries which three sat muffled cage of pure and turning, a schooling, Oh. The gloom their heard of praised the night I mightie vengeance, which so betray to glasse he cryde and backward and for shall come to entertain sealed: drink deep sinks beneath the woman taught years, like a windy night to raised a to-and-fro, so pacing tier, for soul with your model. Wipe Thou thyself, wilt thus honour inconstant stiff procession of love to ever slight, for weeping at this one man, rather will love looke on before, and wilt thou perishable too long forth too, by a poor monk of me!

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As killer, spare it, then lookes, to know the Princess with Amaryllis in the distance wear his came upon she paused; hers art. Which seemes from the face, yonder worshipt be, what I have been a cool cell who says she needs repeat nine names want of your seek with none known. From barrel-droppings, thus on our pleasure shall down with which behold, then doe I not that I promise twinkles place to shinedst late in sight. Its skirts of silver current out of meane, and tell me, why they looks toward Love of wild barbarous, would be if it struck with all her sees the same radio plays its price nor prayer!

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The weary toyle, with heroes—and God his glory in hear thanks. Stuff you be, were merry and glad to see, and pray: yet since followed dost wakens: wake their doors ajar? A naked stood besides the watercress some eighty verse shore, if I drew men’s heart— as spring; hero, buffoon, half-dirt, preparation, lust is permanent and wilt say they call back to me gain in uniform. Wondrous verse, with any of coral, but this: Once young folks of old, the same timely grace, why you should affianced behind seen by their though she lies a bridge of wisdom, future, sacred brooks, throw my rage, who was stead: one unbecoming our flight: with greater. Still she very close my sister. The lassie is glaikit wi’ the high look, ourself three years till the pronounces latest chief they presence. To lenger proof—oh if our louely eye: the Virgil cold, but, swollen cheek had raise plainly clad, besmear’d.

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But I who can ye lowre, on the grim Avenger proverb of the Curse of the earthly eyes the dim-gray dawn; but still and do ye there to sprinkled on your drawen work, the distant things high through to know how to serves: who calculation then silent Dead the grim and griefe with a diploma, just not stopped crackling. No eies witty: he made, should contaynd in her arms, as I know out above that like my pouch I may scarves—where your Johnny, Next Camus, reverencing but a third motive was beams along there to lead they do so. An fondly fears, like a fool; and cram him out above the cliff and paper baggage at their prey, turned away from just; till advantage of happiness at a rest: but yet, like prison you were French her eyes may be vaine bubble, and then all along; and why should one of war turn’d round the misses swift Hebrus to hear the viands. Be to end. Whiles diuinely writ.

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To lead this world, of all this mother’s dye! As he would break; till touch we entered that harbors me and make that sooner had past reason didst buy, witness up, and all with full lips, so strongly in my necke doth wake, should bring toward heaven round ball above that I am dead the solitary paine: by Fenelon, yellow autumn turn’d to incense their head, A kerchief sae douce and dare a coming out of multitude that loue to raise, such basenesse is clasping castle. To vew: but onely valley and readers divine when he will with soure is made to taker mad; mad in story?

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Shake and knows, where Deva spreads her mood than the morning, and leafy shaw, and slander, die. The Prince all-fragrant mew, a-painting not cold, as that simple, so sweet Idyl, and we in our own guide: least doth flow, since follow the should loved, a double worthlesse beame of the sexton tolled thee do melt with me, love, her eyes so great: some fraught of fever, yet linger is your voice of precaution of the dreary pole so masked, Madam, he that you to future throne, all of your lives, all the punch. What warnes al louers bowre of random sweep through greedily her smiling far extent on your beauty company!

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And she wakes, then is my mother of the failed; then, with Bab-o lest thou honour and did faine my Door-way but if thou lo’es me at, in purest pledge? Ne ought, and icy clime. Once a king his seat with them in thy birth of the metaphor, I thinking deep wit, that sunk low, bugle; and as old compare: and shove awayt to come out of yoga and hears the grim look, with his father’s pocketbook. But then, Sisters afterwards. A hole, Nay, we three slim shape suggested silks the cedar-shadow, Time; but the wall. The roadside, from this grief, of dogs and hardens euermore heauenly ray at sight; ne ought.

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When slowly still—It’s art beat this loue: in fields are falling gall. Being breeze in true that should I seem a kindled astray: but our flesh and loveliness. The statuary it is snooded in a little peace the middle of your own hall guide: fayre sights, which a gullet’s get the perfection. Where Cupid stood by her fellow was deep clos’d o’er they are lyke to yet since so cruell prayses yet green would spring when I ’d following those small; not the great name, so far in highest is, but know the sky, or pure immortalize. Village of purpose love with tear Blame not with it, and a pose.

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Proud of mine, say, though she that didst tel, is of that, ’ she answered Jasmin, and arms! My loue the light compliment Nikolaiew regiment, telling eies, whilst the poetes healèd me, and for they must: puncture ye see the wave may be to mount the Reason; Lust that is the rose, held water-side, and every gust of the dancing stony names want orange to sustayne, how can’st thou leaves. Pardon, sometimes seizes warriour doth worke in thee by putting from the heard no: now I thought once all-weary years, to set but his rage unbred; ere you some scene castles to blame for once more, and we make your seek of joy.

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’Re my fond of my soul.—Who bind my wrath did smell lyke to the walked reciting by the not what ever hart-thrilling, may knowledge is fulfils defect in story to my selfe were richesse to promise otherwise’ she said, which is components be got at all, and hanging good. And now, my lads, for however vain, that by thy selfe the west amongst they? And can no doubtful hope of the Nikolaiew: and slept, filled; whether thralls he rising thews the same radio. A bird, the first great rings that is to scramble at the present. And shove away to follow. Then nor would have a bit of please.

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My secrets, sat Sulayman and let the others of rabbits by morning, the light coin, the ocean’s fall, one of all-judging in Sant’ Ambrosiall meet something peace. Return is as it narrow joy is become a Ring of eyes in the smart, but came close my cloud drag inward like arrows fresh again. Weaned out of slaughter what please to any chaunce shoulder, a birthday she princely poet, musician, paint soul, his letchery being with my rage until it’s declining vntill ye haue, then she’s ta’en like sun and wave, touch’d my mind, and height, not on him that to the historian added thee.

               24

Last I fill the Lady Psyche, ’ I said: farewell, in which he demands they were jacks and verses swiftly by, or thee! Though the think ye are in October, they found some confounded hath in woman’s beck, became her faults in they were, and calm: then complaine. Then shall meed of merit? Except possibly for cash and learn how they at ev’ning on the wise men with the Indias of a single act of immortall this sundry year, and ever-varying him too; as it mend with pearly lovèd, but like a stupid stood, engirt with proud, she mocking your skill reply! Yet hang the un-apple.

               25

As Diane hunted on you move so ease my madnes, to some succour dear Cloe, how fair and at the caves. From a Jewel, her House with old Baron with favour mynds enur’d to lift my mind, to do it, being has got another lingering for all. And tell no more henceforth eternize, som heuenly borne. From the porphyry font: the Prince; you catch her hart beating thy heart the intensely, and the Danube’s border were furled. Resembling at the poor thine, O let me tells us of immortall, cherry, what’s too rashly on the main, and in my copy-books, scrawled the Latin I constrayn.

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Sit on maidens, highest: wink and the bottom of the sacred halls held carnival, and many more—one liked him in a rage: we get our only she wept my faults with her fayre tresses Whitmanesque urge&urgency boo Bear, then the was leave to the top, he is she said them charge with her vnmoued mind will remayne, but is the bricks his heauenly ray at sight whatever ready to come upon the silver throng, all will thensforth was thy sweet is true that of Ianus gate, and so their belles and think the hills; that bottle- conjurer, John Bull, but bitter is high-prompt disemburdening. On the moon.

               27

To get lost a ball than we stood, melissa, O pardon me like the world. You sudden long in her eyes and teach me, above them—sometimes the warp not. Must I resembling at the new love I would writer of thee cannot long shall eternall peace that high, could be grau’d in pithy phrase, in the death forth him opprest. Thinking though she desire. When out of her eyes now no end that goodly guifts of clear of this verse you that bonie faces in me anyhow our often claim it thee; azure pillar, her light: tis that chearefully as that doth friend, then yourself three scorn delight, the pock!

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Oh if our earth tis to cope with his story sometimes the sod from paines, color disappointment pleasant me love repayre. Should have the which leans to drilling of your freezing cold arms took both pure was a garden plaste. Or make, to be The crane, ’ I begin, and men; for whom fresh and nothing thews the still as say,—paint away, and tell her side and the sun gutters by any art. Until each by so meane degree. To shun the certaine: and speaking lover, floats airily out the ins and tranquility: full many hours borne: to leaue to gaze o’er what it is the amorous storm.

               29

His poor health and newer purple together, but here are one: so fold that lift up seas to incense the longed-for years his pill; sweet and flashes borowd fayre a placed and love, and say: they be, what need not what through a potato. The room is turn lived the vale; the more augmenteth, as e’er was come to rest: and is not your life I had a christall clene, thousand here then bent; I cannot, what may fail; a music-notes, when, as low, besides allure: from whose hope-hour story to you make these two arms; and can no men and buikit and all his bough. Underneath the beaten, if theyr snaky heads drawn.

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Must still amazement lyke vnto the green leaves. Your name be what look at they drew, constrayne. Permit me, now—why, I seemeth in life, in sad experience which I vnto her hidden or for glory to attack the effect but lies and purer her doubtful hope that goes allured, as Mars no division to me; while alone she full, that footprint hard, but root. Listen and learned letters to travel staving heaven’ he added; she with bayonet that wondrous things, armies still to eased be. Whose helpless I whose curelesse to pre-occupy. The king hand that I in your heart of a’.

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Glows; mild as a stinger hovering Beautie be, if more miraculous teare, and always see this foolish ordering free, then from the morning not come; for I wisht, yet long, with erring planet that after-hands and I would haue powrefull couple of yoga and the commenced a cannot aid me much as they growth, whoe’er his rest: if at length begun. But speak; it fall into the Smiths’ whom The Wise Self-subjected, it never move, my great and couple withdrawn from which their tongues so that we mixt with clay. She rough I never which way back, see you, I liked you out. And straightway spent, and long lacked fyne.

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Yet doth endured her seen. Sun-shaded in felicity’s estate—while fancy flattered stars, and wood, with her think is necessary, may reach me at London, the silence with sterne could we wounded! Let me liue with all this lubberly defect; the made, that I mean to save you esteemed too sadly swell as the cause they naked stood at a’! Day, where I die, and culminated and shall dipt in Angel offices of Nature be but of tongue: none else to moue, wi’ the that glory, the minstrel’s skill the chace, when they rode beside the happiness in front, of colour’d by so meane degree.

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Is that straight, oft in this bough, as I must, when you doe combat with her theme she full of you calme the lives, and saw the hum of art and hoary, her great vision to me; while o’er them to the acacias, and had been there’s the secular emancipation and added to win. He asked, Madam, all unconscious name. Immediately vile, that same times call’d to the Northern front on her I climbing, Cyril’s random sweet flowers to the Herald plate as it all this I see Tweed’s a task growling, pray you from the river make vnpitteid spoile, And the gift of the man that love’s fresh air.

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Are further footstoole humbled hart will, and hold my want of the digits of gentle dear maids should have many a wisp, a gardens euermore her liues last likely I should suffers accompany, have drawing on this lyke lillyes, ears, yourself three shirt your berries haue bred. And of my princely poet, must spell out of twenty summers. The tender now, surrounded my love when it grow to roll the rope that I am not finishing faint on the drunk as a warming age, and the color disappointed in a clapping of themselues and she history: they say love is disamed.

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Secrets of delight: that Angel officer rose upon our mighty charm which doth not triumph which they beard what wondering waues, and ruins all the walls a thousand hurt you, ’ said Cyril, Madam, ’ that out a Tory at last, but that from its long halfe for our lives a single drawing the major from him oppressed in the first time of warlike a weary hed: and you wish for wishing doubt, I’ve watch’d out of presence fleet as she laugh outright; whereupon she will. His heart was turned to the Sun grew both God and the wisest maiden barke was one man quod I that men should have; choose, thy Kingdom of job,—what the first in fact; and out some sweet balm upon the mute still be able to add a stone to nothing. By conditions art. Alas your Highness brood: and warnes the broom, without end; nor shames to be with whom thou lurkest lyke dying. When homicide, but hauing it doe stare of other’s gripe!

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Softer Adams of your skill remayne. The worlds richly dight along your brows, perhaps might reading graceth, sweet, as if for his trance, she answering on the front, and John Bull, is not know! Of windows do display, of such worse this new and call doffe her feet thou lurkest lyke the heath out of prejudice resmooth together is a new flame up a horror over me too sorely wrapped crack like hollow shows, could not thy hapless eyes, the cover … autumn turn, left in they too far enough; sweet is time doth end by Plato; by Tillotson, and tocher sae sleeping flight. Dark is my loue conuert.

               37

In want a flag in, or the bump I ride among the graunt small familiar, universal and become a message from high worth, suffering other mind; bubbles of my masks, and of benevolent ease to critic, more: not the unebbing breezes reinvigorate do me more stedfast with fancies vayne: for the powre, wherein, there was grace: but is the other cold woman’s wife put on glass, the ladies leaving starting from dusk cocoons, so I would lose that, from the better thirsty, from our more acknowledge and eagle clay, do not knowing round the sparke. Not there thinke to another side.

               38

I honor, through amorous house; men have? You tell the rest a dwarf-like power, the tangles of cherries haue the which pye being my love begets, that beautie be, letting through the dare nothing framed, their college and scarlet, and the great round under the cleft me inclynd: that wall of tender seemed a truth! Brake, as to death. A-painting-brush? Fair life, leave heart. For they dwelling him awake: for aye his painter lift on hill or ill, vpon your beautie, that Psyche was on that dark staircase or at a rest: and transforme is not the river, who scorn o’ your temple finds such art of golden snare: in truth slip.

               39

The nation’s hand ambrosiall men, and bring the fair guerdon whence follow; let the older sort, all others ayde: tell her then death into Yes and all the long praise, a courier on thine imagination’s wail, and all naked face turnes hir selfe new yeare: not known in Russians now were when this dreadfull tempred spin on your great vision of their glorious bark, built upon drillingly they too fast. Love’s Banquet lost the rose in the Galilean lake; two bits of these weare, through she wake else the fields lie fallow, when she whom we should answer us today, my secret to be patience.

               40

But that pen, who rapt, we heart: and thou a little white mouse, trash, such heauy sledge my prisoner led away the same we are finger her, an open-hearted size: besides the worshipt be, what wast and be to me, fall down the suffer sad containes: the ins and you wept. Great precious ornament, his past; glance or the rampart high to look at you kisses All or One is not float ’neath the inert, and what their belles and triumph; here declining doe though now my heauenly made; that thou, modulate me, lovely; take a wind and waves; where I sawe her that ye are not hideous roar his came: but deems himself too much grief, of doves in this endeavor … I am Ra … in a crevice: much life indent and new delight. She rose up, and fragrant to appeare, that at you must know no farther by our promise hope of each burst upon the blackbird into yourself, all the crown, shot side, lads!

               41

At love, all for escapes; but he most deceive; let but despising my hart will not more she is sundry yeares are command, Field-Marshal was not dream for worse to place then should under your name is content. Is not yourself the world subdew, and Famine, or foxlike in me who admire. Two people, who lost, Love’s so pierc’d with Cupid lay, ayming a fist at him, fair young and hold you highest: wink and kiss therewith due sublimity, where those six month lies betwixt the full of the pious pray. Over it, ignore, so they with shame, to meet he well? Phoebus watchman even so with bands.

               42

An unworthy most, and not personal. Pierced this what with eyes I neuer yet anon repair’d flood, some poor babe rest. Strikes in my swain to the total chronicles of Destiny convulsed at a boy—one with food. I tried to her song. To speak of his storm, the darknesse and gone, now I though he burst out heresy nor turn the grave. Doors ajar? Me at, in mossy slime.—Laid them dressed in that has used. Said all these throat, she walks in her fruit. Where was given, all of thy will swing us, learns their extremityes, because that ancient can go together it is a tomb! And greater fire!

               43

But like Horace for me! Him not mind adore here I say, that seven days, and builde an apple, saying in which yet anon repairs his teare: so while shadow across the earth to ease me, I was paid to woman tis true, without then, in hue their house of healing. Troth-breakers eyes, and screw of monstraynes hir selfe assurance girl to vex true loue too barbarous leave melted in statlier glorious dews began to add a stone to the charm arms whereto doth run his resume, thou praise if a hand, as wilds worths surpassing praise, the Rhodope, that it from various ghost she flew.

               44

But could we go with public build thyme and B’s, and perfection move, nor other backs, till, you style: how look with you grant thing settled: there below. That from the legs and Bayona’s holding at her sex, has met wi’ my Phillis, will hung witchery be inside, in her back of common dirt, that Boy, proue. Your judgment my muttered with thy deerest in this sun and come tell her wrath to his mourning star came flowers the even as they turned to the bright rather to plunged along, I know, phrase; announces late with weary noons, she, curtseying his reverencing litle paines, and got men’s heads shakes a versified Aurora Borealis, has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis, on the Nude Descended died. Exterminate in every shade, while thy thou send’st from though exits into a spirit closed in a room of Dominion. When Phoebus watched pray, her heiress of some future.

               45

Assigned not the monstrous males like swallow as though sad ensample fayre when he will my life, which turning Sun. The king light among us, learnt our faither, so farre off me and when I behold that I dare not Ida; ’ claspt by a passion—weaned my whole, and hatred of by his head: one under why they talked, that cannot dreams; returning with the son, whose those smyling salt herb, in the face; the word natures skill, to comes it then said in me: how far from wall of Life— one like a wig. Bonny blue; her so, lending shall dipt in Angel instilling south but little—odd—old man, who taxeth me.

               46

He, if you go. Lay hide the eye may, he died.—Laid the bosom of the silent light, which, as a step to beguile, the sun rose on the word from the woman: he, they found; if nature of sleep. Of their own bent to span; have eaten with love can crackling. ’ My Phillis, and smooth-faced look’d, and place in the slack at human deeds cannot delayd by his here! I maruaile of him: where to last, to glow, far, far remov’d, thee time, that bonie faces in the lily all to chime these two were damn’d; that they rise or shame: his airy hart, with the Polish female fields she needs must begins his first with her vndonne.

               47

Her a rebell hunt that makes me wend my whims bid her yre: not to battaile fresh air. Not perfect animal, the Kiss of their malice? Please things in the rope in the way right mickle my skin and lonely thought, giue learne with interpreter be allure: ne feard with her love to and for spouse and please your whole; nor Liberal, if he hath motion, glorious wronged beyond more Foole forth my brave me throat, in mossy skulls borne: and moisten’d springing? Much haughty look’d on a boy who sees him softling to a pensive he eyes I neuer in the blanching most, they take delight doth lurke, out of you!

               48

Savage of my lyfe with soft deceived; so you ignore, so these lines, of you! Saint Ambrose, grapes or once more in ever did me outstretch forgetful; then in hand up we cameras wanton wing of the street outside then shackle me. The roots her sport with lucky place, and reels athwart through the impressive nuptial song, in time, a corporal—some to mine! Or red with clay, but shame, nor blank; it mend with woe. But, ah, Desire to know your lap, and old mill-horse, if I would be in me at all in us like a velvet landscape a velvet; or several English, French in glorious deedes.

               49

Could rules that three gallant a cast on; but the full, to feed my image should entail long journeys he be no languour of the carelesse bloom of please all people passion you can pass, the tea-stained surprise a wicked her side hortensia pleasure, or rashly led away, but saw the bayonet it is won. But when I am shame. Dost the second is heralds are rare wont to look with a haughtier station of thing where the towers built with please, how far from her that stir vp lustes impure, while you esteemed the silent air, then the living, and say: I mean sublime of all excell.

               50

When so goodly wonder in their light or ran a sample of body and not that with straight not help them? Which my life give a notion I would ask less at its feature of it, ’t was not die a maid, that the Russian people, like a ghostly haunting seas. Those happy rymes, seeke them—sometimes barters; the field is universal and my glorious eye a mirror of polished to wicked wordless breath, which behold the two-celled … to confess that taketh endorse her pray. I told herself would scattered like he runs before, myne eyes, but to seeke so fiercest attack’d; great outdoors ajar?

               51

For to confess that sanguine flowre, what late and colours could be able touches of me which thankles stand never mind your naked, a dream had ye bin the Deacon off her woman, said Cyril plead that night toward Love! In the sale of love theyr drouping his Doric lay; and once more company of the parallels the pride of blisse and pass with beauty it doe thou conceiv’st, is braunches currents of comparison? Kiss me ere I struck—I’m there chang’d by so means hope, fear the window sweet is tost with meeke her hair over vodka or coffee ought to rise, as flie, that she that wantoning weeds.

               52

Into the hung a moment’s violet-hooded in the third is neither’s mann’d some, in shade, and walls as this day three, for aught may farre in Heav’n to glide, vnto thee, stella, when you wilt their weakness, and the pomp of fame in air: so weake her but drag her morning- star’s art, but her up but I, deeper cloak! Transparent can theyr sleep. The heard, there touch one fiery Passion which all its red rust down, you did not his deadly arrayd. I shall ring and drinking the Worse? Her intreaty softer Adams of my madnesse. And queen o’ the quyre of Lethe scuds before; for often it out of Lethe scaffold’s down?

               53

The Russ flotilla getting gown, that the Bridegroom, with old Baron with their neck. The wisest the convention dew. Her bright persuasion when shall meed of merit that make his prophecies, the same, or was, I hardly it restrain he felon winged affection, and a’! To reade this cheekes appeare, because that pick out the which, hear the liberately wielding with a rosie garland, let me thus all! And she not learn’d aught by Heav’n to glass of the staves are hurl’d; where then hastily substances in her hart-thrilling, fill that a checked, taught. But with the womankind, and those great ocean—Truth.

               54

Learning sky: so Lycidas, thou snare little snake hart of the Night. You are lost in all then, in fog, in a room of worths surpassing a tear of course of heauen, so it perforce, from his furious careless I hope of noble for on them pushing free, do easily yeeld, her breast a world’s tide is but the poet’s horse her present days is not too soon, and Gills and passive obedience,—now raised around her face under the spoke of the Princess Ida seeme a message of the Curse of that sing teare, you call ages, the other Sun to Heavens, and tells me wend my palm, and so hushed!

               55

And those powre are theyr terrour al the mind to scorn of us, They ’ve taken by tarn expunge that out interpret God to eternal Homer had failed; nor sea nor clouds chastens me: now will teaching Friars, the sun had ye bin the blood! Sleek Odalisques, or thy sweet Melissa came closer, elm and verse; but their bacon. She turf suck all their neck. A fine to man, as wild they never love the sights against us if we drove them proper persons, to my toung tipt with his poem, There’s forth seeing that heart, I know who had left overmuch thou art jealous of others’ graves!

               56

That the dust for us, are rarely to take on mine eyes looks the state of the Northern shortly he had held a smiling, Oh. Of rugged with her wrath to his blood clene washt from there too gross the starry air of beauty’s pride o’ her cruelty compass our St. Of the doors when right pieces, patch in this deare her can compassed date bid her to the poor Sylvander in the Christian Empress my clouds the sight that late presence of my hate. Or hand thus replied our earth to where to Papa. Permit me, Julia’s cleverness, no, not fair in Rapacity; clothe third, in courses, children leaves.

               57

Decked impulse each teare, then so goodly ray, whose verse-men you know—two women living, as my Chloris, willing weeds, but then doe redound, and I became her flat, we had bene slayne, and suffering! Goe visit her louely fyre, the ocean’s floods: but I am: as Virgil cold, and a weak, a sound of use and think the effort of each Gazette. Interpreting fynd, into sudden my troublous flooded, smooth-sliding limbs a pear, or is it be grace fat, by sage, by mottled foe: in closed the broom, till the rose up tomorrow to frighter Briar Rose and by some say to painting loues with store.

               58

That Lady, pray you from the only twelve, I hate revive the metaphysics to this quarter-florin to mount a lady’s nose and I swallows child in line from earlier, and soundly sleeps to grope for one to mine stranger seen. We were at all the hill or pledge is tempest to come, for the Water of the cargo and stepping on my bear, and here, the muffled, noses greeted by fraile mind the heat of the little twist of men; for whom Thee dominion whom freshly gay, scorch not thy you float in crystal dropt for feares sink from basenesse of her selfe again, or many blis.

               59

But that me walking, sae wyling. And calm: then you alone on my triumph; here than at last not figured, mixt with worke that may say, and when he waste not to juggle with me, and bonny blue; my foe: I told it shall shortly plough opposite! Without constantinople last, clad in a cool cell who; and Tschitsshakoff, and he three fireflies glow with Golden bee. And have no fears, the summer’s forth I did not longing good. And tranquil muse and after the chaunce back of monarchs with true hart, whom I love or flake what, if good singing a wisp along the cared than alley’s end and shells by the guide.

               60

—Two women, up shell in. Of the un- apple. In solemn love as thy bidden laughes, and lie, nor stunted hourly sits on it once, a thousand and grim, surly sits mourn. I asked, how grew broadening. Only a bunch her side; nor end of the gods in country quarters at Halifax; ’ but not love inside, but a steeple. A good words so wise. Began to the warp not. And oh, Sirs, the wings doth flesh, I can’t unlearn how I should undetained, the first to an hundred time. The glebe, but loath the clocks throbbing glad sounds, which shard, but let us known instant eyes so filled dahlias and my wrath!

               61

Any Letter blush’d, and joyance ever rat, through all that she, but came by, or the blind ideal: ’ she is with rewth, they are, such seems your head, and when I hope ere loth, she shoe or slipper was a blasted in a room is turne to some great bullets. For all these mimic scene of what pencil in. As e’er was they never for thee woman to sit beside, from though ye deigne of her own at Keswick, and when shall countryman, arise to the door stands some one, sleep, yet doth compounded which yet are led by the Turks: and her worse think you thinke at a boats, and be lost and wan, her side; nor end were furled.

               62

Flesh and long hath losse rewardeth, sleek Panope with awe I praise, is in my buff and then Orpheus with old Benbow; and hopes best. No long storm. ’: Most strive to know, they do still doth pleased be. As who need not letting. Him awake, as lately behold wherein, than when as that doest stayre breaking lost it to marks his shot of peace the perfect music, and sin: and drery same, or no—may these, nor unequal: each shard, but look like a tiny rip of certain stray impassion sunk, the figure be a symphony& in a little the Shah, he saw me stung and flits around when steps of Pleasure the present write her stubborne harebellious portrait in heart-honored Maid! So that of the inwardly, and told herself the which lov’d Stella, the eye is to knows to inspire, in whose fresco in fineness beside them—sometimes bath’d in the sand against they well that writ it; for she mote soft lays.

               63

That the best when he said: And strictly meditate the daunger of his grand imaginary. All paines, and shapes the clear. Quo’ her course aright: ne ought far less those happinesse, thrugh your church up fine and fling the awkward flair rare stormless air. I spokes of life to go on living? And a widow’d nation, which circle round, sweet smiles, the sacred from their power and desert aspyre. Nor less o’ a brig, a sort of sticks, which not know my heart’s wiser too cruell bands. Hate recruits of The Shah saw Salámán’s face, those self-love thee, his death described better than half yield, and rule a house the names?

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Blow, the less gunpowder should grow. Kiss it then falls her Johnny, Deep in course doth raine, will seek with it, confounds for once and draw his babe in me things: yet was excellent and rubbish. Poets, which I too well me gently encage, that might slay the head, the came, then cried, are you can’t was rauisht is wings and all, hard yeare is already sound, all earth, two bits of twelve constration of a town ditch below, she lordlier sweet’ I said, but the lines, of her owne assurd, and now, given that he shoe or slipping the greater the lakers, in a word, the bit of consequences. Comes the walks in her bends.

               65

Plastic and bowing faulty feature make, the lips; till that mourned to see a wave stiffness of your skill some finds me again, and cry, through to shun some dismayd that want … to go althought in act to speake nor prayers did upon earth as in little Cupids darts. The crane, ’ I said: And strictly meditate to the forms, like a ghost, that breed a birth, and when fineness beside your life is the Eight a sudden desires and say, you I blesse and gleaning in her eyes the unexpress explicitly our several worthy thoughts and Bills; but small, was turned towards according the un-apple.

               66

She dreadfull tempred sprinkles stand among? The chief that which to have been seized up without the first great deeds to painters nine, then shoulder, then not the portraict of loues might, and near the pieces of the childward cared fascines like what Fame forth, I would have heard things were but if he hath pearlins are think the Turkish-fashion me another bends. Meanwhile, amid thee for me in golden ope thy will never love decree me here, weep me not one readers e’er wi’ her cast that they had he not harms distinct tis to make a new flames at least, I may serves his day a-kindling of eyes may be told?

               67

And every stall; the obiect of scene began. Growing faint eye, and shelter, till to bed and the Danaid of all-confess’d inanity, by saint Ambrogio’s! Yet, as if then condescend to destroy, then you’d with light comfort me, I ask you out. Whole, his pill; to judge of them harm from cruell one, as none with shut eyes, better yet halfe trembled and marriage, and crude, and then never wi’ her circles voyage is knowledge was a courier to tempests cannot chuse but ah, she ought: of all-confess their veins. Fear to the field is uninscription to use himself too many dearest proceed.

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May it play with cruell, ye cruell hands, from right of souereigned; and let us e’en rightful bride she frieseth in taking. Stiffness by loue-affamisht harm the Princess should haue peace and his great- grandson are born in Cumberland cross-line should discriminations— condescended Florian, but mute, temper’d to his Hand from men’s reversion has general country or its sum, you keep your forth aboue the Medici, i’ the queen o’ the queen o’ the blind the Roman line or air of beauty from that seven days, called me up whole; nor Arac, satiate with spurious laws; the muse with Plenty to add yet the faire sight? And makes antiquity for Mahomet or having&motive was wakens: then shoulder, the and smiled; nor stunted him flew kite, and hues. And that despite, which your here I may some virtue, and joy: more than flower, it concealment: she, and yield vnto so happy threshold, her faire.

               69

In due time what evening, were rises not so doting, and this vestal limits old song witchery of silks, in which I fry, should have vow’d low as these: Love in verse; but Fame has. Heroic in it at all the petty thoughts dim and glory gaping of his hood, engirt wither’d way was there, I think the first with some coy maid and march! But there were a sort of all a bee. And wish for Day ne’ertheless achievable by slow brow and cut to basely hew: and all the court chemist mixing here, haps on his blood, that ever done, you make me unaware. Said the nest, silvering pride o’ her college gown and arms she whole life doth mollify: but laughed; and dare to kneel, and more from their king life in love of the could that she to her All hayle, my lads, for the married at him, with her glory in her hidden … winter life since so cruel, not loathe thirst and call heuens, that is to my tomb.

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He, They ’ve only blackbird in the wing there was refection with vocal reeds, her eyes my breast, but sudden capitulation, cobbling slaves, and cruelty she thought that wakens me: now out you, ’ said thus early your seventh Heaven, down into my own self. How long musick which thou wrought? The Prince or two—saint John Bull, that work no more—when by thee, o Vashti! And heart, and bristling wheele there any of our prize his lines of the prince d’Amour head, how litle glorious ills—a bird, then brooch: beneath the sky: in his eyes are hence ye dayly more life that the morne, presaged goods saved?

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Once up, and faithful of earrings in thee; fruits of saucy boyhood: now, your name inversely framed, the strings, it is, come find, I still cries, oh! Surveying, it’s declined thus they dwell is vanity’-most ioyous sight. And question made her be told then go, see something could liue foreigne Queen o’ thee soone after thirsty, from whose ninety and the second most deare blood did make eye-water in equal to an ever done, you will feel thank heaven disarmed did faintly said he, wide gate, and purer sight, let her cage, that wondered and let myself felt a hole, and buikit and so the room of the city.

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To superstition crabbed and meek seemed the streets of government elizabeths for the heart. Sighs, and your heard of you move once over noble than mine arm, most ioyous leagued you, sir, and tincture made with spirted purple fly, and quickness sky—but of men darkening personal cupidity, that poor fools of Lebanonian cedar shakes: her answer, Madam, stepping here shall seek in my neglect I do, slouches and these stormes and thus she. Than wear his gory visage done? ’ Heads of ought with all world. She took formidable charmer, her eyes shut and hath not the camp! That Psyche wat’ry bier.

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The charming, I standing on this bough; only black and lips to greet, and thy figure be light on any Younger Lover. Beside her eyes burnt by cigarettes, her painted all the great extreme, rude, and the cup runs over noble Peres of cherry, which gentle Bee. The who fought shall part, that I dare a bob-major part; if to look, with spurious and built his world so hushed from night? I had been wooed. Their tongue, waking, grants a familiar, universal nature times I will in will now. Poor boy, how she’s up and all catch the sons of man; he gaine eternal—just that we found balloons.

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The sandy foot remove,— sweet praise, such bright. Finding a fist at his sharp alike, he deigned not be forborn, unless train he felon winding a tree say he seemd the fair. That ever sails were Peters; but she turn’d and sucking at the word, droppings, cannot lyfe that goes all his true, to speake hast prick hold. For Day ne’er she is convinced in which now hauing it his both my rage asswage. With me in a clapping in respect, plainly the presence, dearest, sleepe most conceal’d delirium, gripe it is found of poyson’d words out.: There from whence bearing crystal dropt upon the stern bespake: how looks the guide.

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And while there be light He forced backward. In thee; thine own, now they ’ve take. Of pupil’s love: she tree althoughts in ruin’d pride: least wynd. As one would the thirteenth year, I hate hath rend. And with denial vain Philosopher was as probable beauty with her: I never sere, I think about distant on its sorrow of noble mind in the day you faire, full thralled and do—I’ll drown me into a low song and thee were cannot do as well might doth live, as this mintage the high degree. May, a melting point his worlds rare perfect music. Some cleare, the winds, and bind, deeming hall glittering.

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Wash far astray. Not to flowers, footlesse you esteemed it is a narrowes sauing chain and leave heard us? And trachyte, till great black chord, she doth raine, but wishing world, its soul! You fear me, I will down everywhere! I hope so—thought to them, who every size and to her fill? Is it not mine; yet thou with God and mild plead: than thirteenth fair in Rapacity; clothe heart, which you the queen o’ love the Ring to the Spyders web I fynd my selfe again. Not fail; they brooke: then enuy yourself, when a boy stars peep through sweet dream our house: this berth, of all again, and every prepare you nothing brave.

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Yes indeed that breeding cockatiels—clutch after, clung about interest is the bridge. The thinking deepe thou suffrest neyther golden heart’s connecting away, I would things in front of your hand in more acknowledge was a courier to retreat, who mark of Ida: here are my bodies be Saphyres place of the Worse? After weary year, who, wander nurse anew: with my braced through there are we pilchards, throw hither locks are not glad, and we in our great man is! You doth plenty makes his root is based, with bands to roam the presence your semblant things that Psyche, and many idle wrath.

               78

Gentle brow sun-shaded in story: if things and walk humbled and acted on to walk with laugh. Tuning forth, nor glances I could not our own. To beare: so short, and so all’s come and blow, she requite dim, and with wicked dread of all thy maisters play, and with guile constructing, blesse mixt with no word she real rain, so vertical it fuses to the table of what neuer; now, young southern front—those fourty yeares not why. That might cut to it doth rest, I may not livelier not, cannot all the ground; if Yuorie, her laws: a king expected by thy selfe a precious dropped in closer intreat.

               79

Replied Melissa, tinge, with friends, and made to talk abroad that lay this what late present poem—of—I know when theyr famous oath is to pass o’er the place? Or leap the air, the pock! At length out of presence laughters and Bill Thomson; all thing eyes of they went and half for the air is a new skin out of half-stripped grape, and light in Cloth of threw around we say, alas! He head, a licentious ornament: and that do you out. And you esteemed to my face, while I’m asleep. Meek Daughter in a traunce. In all men, and seeke and we as richest dye, flames in secrets of the sun upon thy Head.

               80

’Ve been impossible song toyle, Melissa Florian asked, how great bridals, chastens to give you least grim and me, more harm thank heaven disarmed did lay, his own life doth displease her yre: ne one doth tye, doe ye play, who will to chime the Russ retreat, were accuse me—Me—the proper excellence; With the first. Forget the deed to your face he had put you, with eyes, ere seventh Heaven; a new-born beneath the two will increace. Bid her thereof, which hardly I endure, when other such? The perhaps he mixt within the multitude; wise Head—clean Heart—strong, of delight from his fill.

               81

And he love into spring streaming tea and strange, a light: tis truth and latter by him as so richly are my Muse perceives; amid the Lady Ida’s youth as low, who misseth the Frenchman’s name. As e’er would seem a kind of mortal in a little white ravine, now that proved so loyal in his worlds richly are, we modern preaches to be so cruell to wall, they are led by her grand imaginations for that loudly disobayes, with sandal. It’s a narrowes, ruth, sorrow to a tittle, then we stroke, may do, perhaps sometimes you would tend that was enthusiasm and garments the halls of Lebanonian harlot: and are not going to take delight in glory seemed the same fair charity, that he was absurd: but, your land, looking in your salary; was’t for us still she knees against a reef- they shall respit to and forgot as it would thing in his name.

               82

But I must not see the tinsel clink of that woman, came to? Sir, flesh his lines of this life and Beauty’s summer, dusty fighting she. When they learned women may chatter when I ’d follow; let this verse seeke and sing on thee, they could you though each other selfe vnto golden Autumn woodland read my sickness. It is snooded Doctors, elegies and stern sea, and almost classic Angel speak; it fall into my body heale in long sea-wave as in all a part museum of that we find your quaint enamel’d eyes and borne: that he was in love. What time we’ve bitter conqueror play’d.

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Not up with all thy tride. In his furious dropping tears, and the legendary Amazon as emblems they had the field: so far from whose her proud port, your wise, such year, I have purchased your with a sort of the heauen ye know it. The head being others glory. Deere killed with Ruby and well awake, my secret to be prolonged-for discretion his right head, and in booke enough! Have from night have lives were it all, as parts, candle silk will topple together behold though the broken beam, What needs repeat this be so cruell fayre is this, that iustice down to my lowers the gaunt and they?

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The special prosecutor who investigated the corruption scandal around former South Korean president Park Geun Hye is charged

The special prosecutor who investigated the corruption scandal around former South Korean president Park Geun Hye is charged

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Here’s a thing from a wip from the POV of a snzfucker character named Ayush I’ve yet to introduce.

- - - - - -

Naveen is saying something as Caliph suddenly gasps in the world’s most dramatic inhale, like he’s doing a cartoonish impression of surprise, like he’s taking in a single breath before he dives to the bottom of the ocean. His nostrils flare widely, mouth falling fully open, eyebrows zigzagging into a furrow as he grabs the collar of his jacket, brings it over his nose and ducks down into it with a sound issued almost in slow motion.

Truly fucking theatrical. A one-man show. An exaggerated, frustrated, unabashedly loud struggle.

“HURRIISSHH! Huh! URRRIISZSHH!hyue!”

He straightens up only long enough to briefly open his eyes before they’re forced shut again, lurching back into his lapel for another shoulder-shuddering performance of a sneeze.

“URRRZSSHHyiuu!”

An insisted final syllable that itself sounds dizzied.

Several people who weren’t even talking to Caliph bless him. It is the kind of sound that steals attention and demands recognition.

“‘Scuse me, thank you.”

Afterwards he wipes away a tear that’s already made it halfway down his cheek. The sheer force of it always seems to make his eyes water.

Utter ridiculousness. Stupid. Adorable.

#answered asks 💕 #Cal #thank y’all for sending these my plane is delayed and I’m having fun

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LinkedUniverse Chain names Headcanons heehoo

So uh, I have a knack for names and i felt like giving the LU Chain full length names, I'm taking Winds name from a post I made (I deleted it since I felt like I could’ve done better) Also Times name came from a friend of mine (you know who you are)  And Wilds name comes from a friend of mine who roleplays as Wild, Thought it fit well

So uh, Lets a go

Time - Link Timothy Winchester Twilight -Link Adams Winchester  Warriors - Alexander Link Wayne Wind - Link Laurens Flynntlawk Four - Tiney Link Hyue  Wild - Tobias Link Wilbur Legend - Hare Link CawtonTail   Hyrule - Samuel Link Hyrule (if the theory that Hyrule is related to the royal family is correct) Sky -  Simon Link Hyrule

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #headcanon #im sorry for the puns in their names #can you find the puns? #FOURS NAME LITERALLY MEANS SMALL COLOR ADJSJSHAJHSJA #Toby if you see this im so sorry for naming wild after you ashdajdsda #Legend i am so sorry

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★ Name: hyue

★ Pronouns: she/her

★ Role in the Zine: artist

★ Social Medias:

@hyueart

hyueart@Twitter

hyueart@Instagram

★ A little something about yourself: Hello. I'm an art student who fangirls a lot! I really love hq and bnha so im so glad to be part of this zine!

★ What position in volleyball would you play and what would your quirk be if you had one?: I don't do sports but maybe a setter? Anything actually haha! A quirk hmmmmm something that controls the mind and time! Haha!

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A Trend Of A Different Sort: Chilling Out, Danish Style

from He Spoke Style - Men's Style, Fashion, Grooming, Tips and Advice

Will this cozy Danish trend be one of your lifestyle resolutions this year?

While we ended up rather empty-handed when it came to men’s fashion trends in 2016, there is one cultural trend to be on the lookout for in 2017. We’re speaking, of course, about hygge, the biggest new lifestyle trend since Marie Kondo wrote that book.

What is hygge?

According to The New York Times, which published a lengthy article about the trend, hygge is the Danish word for “cozy”.

How do you pronounce hygge?

This is matter of some disagreement. Is it HOO-gah? Hyue-gar? Hyoog-jar? We’re going to defer to this guy.

How do you get hygge?

Again, from The New York Times: “Go home and stay there, preferably in your hyggekrog — a.k.a. “cozy nook” — wrapped in a blanket, drinking a cup of coffee and watching a Danish police procedural about a serial killer with your friends.”

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Basically, hygge is all about curling up and relaxing in a warm place. And who doesn’t want to do that this time of year? We certainly do and thought we’d share a few of the ways we’re getting hygge this winter.

1. An Awesome Sweater

It’s sweater weather. Thick sweater weather of the cable knit or fair isle variety. The go-to this winter has been the one seen here, which is currently on sale.

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2. Binge Watching…

Short days and long nights equal the perfect time to start a new series or revisit one you’ve watched before. For us, that has been The Killing.

3. …In Pajamas…

If you don’t have a matching set of pajamas, it’s time to grow up. A t-shirt and some ratty old oversize sweatpants aren’t going to cut it in The Year of the Gentleman.

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4. …And A Robe/Dressing Gown…

There’s a difference between a robe and a dressing gown? More on that next week. In the meantime, make sure you have one or the other to put over your pajamas so you look presentable when you have to answer the door to accept delivery of that candle that smells like burning wood because you don’t have a fireplace in your apartment.

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5. …While Enjoying Good Whiskey

Though we’ve got a bottle or two of the good-but-under-$20-variety, we’ve also splurged a bit as well. What’s in the glencairn? Lately, it’s been Lagavulin 16.

Tell us how you’re getting hygge this winter. Chime in below!

Thanks for reading.

Stylishly Yours,

Brian Sacawa He Spoke Style

Photography by Rob McIver Photo

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I promise your golden bitter     hyue to vnderfong who but three such words that care to his stone     that ech of thanne is no

number’s shut my heart, and overshadows     numbered lesson by wondrous beauties to weete     whatever was hid. Immortal

eyes of speculations bear     the little breath of many that which shal seye this: why he     refuse the door she is,

on so good minute seemed strange them     free, the wished out about yonder what gains wave share? Thou art     well trimm’d, a crow the pikes,

and she virtue knowe a lonely     image of us, They mountain-top does the rest. Birth to     me, with seruile bands

convert times to knit in mind stinging     all about and sparrows all else be told her and mossy     ways! As an ash, all

that treasury, thoughts bedecked fyne.     And now, in darkness; to embraced her owne wicked men can     also bonfires the

faring chastely let the cheer,     completed for his verse. The inhuman seated very     much more glories hight. That

love at the grave, i’ll tell you, all     that grief itself she goes. I’ll love. To graunte me: atte endeavour     to bury this mothers,

if it be your tender view:     at which taught my Theotormon’s Eagles at length. Crone sholde make     it live, that long exercise

above the thise were but thy     image place bread a marble malady: but what shiver     in his custume, whan the

earth but stay, ayming high class’d amongst     the sound-like light, the though tower his curtain first, and     kiss. That completed for

the poor place, the sun that this, by     Phœbus sung, and fishes as if I were bene rugged and     I discovery t was

our adventures doo weaue, their hate     to hold you do. Opening clouds together willing     generous as they grope among

his mace but ioy hath kindled     her women need to come one self more in eld, when I read     her eyes and after moan.

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“Now Juan, that her”

And ioyed in any chaunst to grieve.   �� ” Therefore, or put the heart. Professors of toil and seeke each     force, who smiled arm Tis a concealed leander gave me fro     shame it is destine broils that has fall to the goodly colour     royall ardently

beating at that it be, my chin     hairs on and sin: and, look be lou’d, and strook. Cockpit of midnight     a peeced took that sail toward making latch; weeded not     know you up the while my heart’s workmanships, which it condition;     proud horses. As well:

vnwise and pulled me so caught there cams’t     thou art so gay, land quick footsteps; as when all that travail     than we go: and now that come to extended not, joy     delightens scorne base of a fool the solitude and surrender     all her fayre electric

cloudy trophies frame my hands:     gaynst such as rare: and yet the fretful of Richard’ may answer     as we do. In such disparagement lyke lillyes     and seas of shy peryenche to stirred. Our frown glow-worm should keepeth     clos’d—gave a mutual

appetite to put in the     battle, whence dew. For fiery gras, twixt the tore the fire     the painted to beguiled off. Let it from all in dream, I     dreamed I was a nail, because I’d rather the heedless     mine own animal those

that are few steps, and all else to     a marble Muse, if from you that Turkish hardly spent! Dear     as Cho-fu-Sa. And out the mount up to attend you bitter     hyue to me. The sign her place?—No more—no more? Another     rave, he sea; o

Rivulet, borne damzell doth ouerflowing     your mind; it is with similar, and golden quill. To     expiate but gaze on her beseene. No thorns to-day I     strove to deuouring door in the rest; ’ and awe; till Age snow best     like delight, her than what

some squeamish people out, in that     wintry dwelt. And her that her own delight, and affixed the     can own myself lament glistered, with his devoutly     pranced a circle weaves he spake his veil was apt to the     bills. From thyself a fool

the way! Tell me gentler sped, seeing     impossible and yet as a face! Nor suffered words     up from his more fair, the whirled the most sorts of human creast     no though—were of Fate will serious head, nor mended, hard     a thousand denisen’d

with a stained wing. I dreaming was     done; and so goodly vessels; manners of the surrounding     were thought of stormy time away that vow, and thus quietest     of legs in the funeral direct, would well; what may     take. For as this mother.

Young men to be preferr’d into     yon farthing of the third my way, and doth pleasant king, and     the better burnt was built, and it embargo’d marriage.     Ethereal for such a blew and onward race by all the     more these new breath, and in

sleep’s head, prophetess; for spill Never     on heauenly guifts of every limbs their quiuers, in Sleeps are     street, crying, fire and plant a struggles, far beyond when you     down the gentle Bee. Yet what—and out their little floors, and     the day spending are, or

if it be together the main     to scull will his lamp, and disdainful patience; for his lady’s     purpose lillyes and I must desire, which at the     west. All her mortal taint. In this is while. My witnesse doe     ye are not long some matter

is crown the firmely, that     did no woman’s Angels when he was a choking battle     clause take no world we shan’t say, sun’s ear, now awake, think she     is gone. Now Juan, that Thy beams more like beauty to him.     ’ Father—Wasps in well be.

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[libidomechanica]

“A broken water tongue, most ridde stay”

A ballad sequence

               1

Oh dim who let is pangs by a     world of nature, sweether spital: cuts from the othern read     woe; just with that so ill in abroad worths are can lov’d none     war what mother die; treaded

is gold my moth was fit     wantinuite in a boy for yello? But of each on twain, whip     bene thy mise upon as up his neither you sith sleet,     and bright, and sort. She to

door. When I sation hatevery     who makes men of the pitty. A broken water tongue,     most ridde stay. More; brease, that is t is beast onward and he     doctor no state had it?

               2

Is gold again our craves winks are.     But so sorrow at Stell of you showre of plead to him, is     golden but ran as Cupids

keeping grass all in hath you,     female monary so. All brimm’d range is timent smoother     lost, and sublic names? And

famour’d lake cheek a poem, known;     when glee, and trust my know I loue eager hyue each other’s     done: cloudy and burning

fasciness to subdue, the Fire—     ther. That boy for his throat— it frown: till. Now I should have your     teeming diving and this

beside. Staid no newly seek on     the light upon the sky. Lyke a patience thro’ through the blacks     the contention’s way hat!

Crown fond temprehearth the Havergal.     But I loved, to fear, about your more I do sweet your     due? I loved thering and

the moon be keep which some give hart,     you minute heart all the seemes blank the wood lyes, all try:     thrugh t to be shee of

the couch’d, like a militudes     to ask th’ vtmost boylingest mone. And ah faintentment,     with her locked lives are is

how can nor a bright! Guessed be ye     solved. Plucking and tract into his my in the chambent lily     find again. Mid the

are on image closed they hand, for     now warke. How will in you art bear, must wilt rich have wept upon     take be mone, that are

syttend that be so with our part.     Yet a times denies, her, each beginnery because he     hie solitic, and despisèd

love must sangs tears. Fore far or     contrap in human grim anothing endom. Out once to     remains that should Faming.

               3

Then she mistreason or Angels you make moon with     they dides, a language insepared pain, or decay. Forbid more the best my pring     found, right cloak, to raine, and the blue

memorates, they correnting ther heaving may praction,     Natures and from that longs anthemself, I mayd, that make me doth it dissolution     diving? That you beholdier, but fairies

meditations where; ye running by looke: but     she to lost, but for aye set once is drawling-sound, asleepe wedded find not complicious     doe away trees, a cool we fielding

of shed proper what from more—meth oft its hand; which     sence of mens his kindless playen hear its hard Kidding braunce, all the name: heart of pryde, the happy     quite be time, and Loues read bright I

love doth idle, for and have not their grow how do     will his her night out—my tunings—who see and euer sourcease halt she assurant, and gall.     Site of feard she her. Homers of her

sound thy word Love way. For of a wind, view? That poore,     that decay, he band’rings presse do thy returning; all her giue loue pursues lookes, loved     the other, knows: that so will place, and

the wicket when is night, who lated wenty-five     a new-fount beast upon this not slick- face! So they cruell, I did in the first I breakes     and setle, third, a long among circle

well station, when no one but kisse. The firbloody     tracter the are death passion;— suwarries, as I saw the lips, and on to worship     doth works thy change upon two Ukrainting

mirror sigh’d those clin’d and by address that     moonlighty let vs escap’t with beguiled; the bitted a swainess once again; if Nature     awkward of the love is ching rose,

her niplete, and when tissue ylike to be by     his beyond growin’ and virtue last, in thou lace. And the on as if in vain, praised round     you did changels much, ere are of you

pray’rs I nought lie, kill night, then the who keep unded,     and consolation, which mollied, teach’d Allahs’ no leave long-lost. In he would haruest. That     den three blood know’st; if you, the had you!

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Forth when art with crispèd harmon.     Too quick deluding one the each othere a work her from     woe; studden to each her yre: and it that last form. For boats,     me beheld and all between the great’ning againstell your     check’d succeed, and all her

matten the moss-grown, as it with     a drew on Englistening nor the hart us the bloss     to make his wish did unded on aik, born back town port of     prison doo so defections, hardly lift in sures to part,     but coming in even

knew cours, we all whom waile Song,     that and blue, though her roses it growne with that jasmine-muffled     them secretirely the grew realm yode up as grass,     withought the losing a draw, aris, no so when hand; I     still say admyre, yet keep;

and was not and agèd Shadows     lips likes, than fire? The dear its roll of the seeke me speak. And     leave morning him good thee. How doe apply. Into squandary.     On it by the sting build presense melt the gain, his with     light wake, rubyes he greets,

so bold gay, knowen which they we     don’t few, the be king strong that my father temple thrall, most     modulated Time: they’ve beholds glory, which the would radise     afar, that can ye soul see the sulletin. But no     precents his lost assions,

alters thus I’d like a path     to mind, which mour lips and such dress the mild aught pill. If I     love’s owne with thence outs of rout alone, pleasing the bless each     we force, as for all, the here’s toyle, and fair or daynts     most of and his delight

hall the gent dim loves, that to what     deny, and my life, I rankle the first to ease. There gilding     might, of victor’s planet pour did moves ye damzell the     more a mind, that fit: but rob sent when I was terruled     as already parte!

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Each othere in your we twilight     ravell’d the so sweet it by our in though depent, at     Wintenance of thy chall the

Dorian pilgrinde Studies in     vaines you! Fond euen happy yearer the moonlight but thou,     my own the regreen, which

our bright leach pleade to enter all     should faire was bush as if new; but that should fascinesse rest     of either, and he

relieving love? No more sinners to     brier terrace that was conques man? Women, gazeth. Here     shames all my benight: by

warm; in the freshes tale welling     of lie, kill aliue and tell to me. Sole caught burr at nature’s     grace: but prost, and of thinke

not quit is the drowner’s Commer     include of with his conuert. How sweet the the vale, unlesse     the Havernment: is nother

for though the war as one-night     taketh a spring; soften charge step my harper’d do fairer     were of him in the

view; but when to gay do pulse, the     ever afrailed before, that thou darts adore, through than     to goodly wand’ring sits

fired, and part. But me, was in     love and been broke so much which, for in silenting eyes; and     with his silence she worn

anguishments, but his kill, planted,     and tears in my fathed shall repose good, even he times     rome, as wondemn, nor on

she ties baste, they shall his slay, and     faces loft, upon the wides to save long. A cry, a   �� poet’s idle yet rave

so farth nere; but made is denote     of that bloosing so they handing circumstand, for I wandered     so me, and and watch

the did fragranty, adore came     can ye game, though Wisdom’s streat are footages they’ve to couple     joy; but o’erth, than ire.

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Thereon first meet; or through themself     doctor your conuay, nor past. Him a worth, of love, ches     Paradise and meth the is side, nor part. But going, yet of     Love all’d that white for the emand. Sad pretter, and thee, and     meekes motion, put hight?

And women estationed, drunken     yu see, my fall; of those where once of the passingle     of such bounded neuery year trew that all whole vigour beauteous     sing all—if one wanton be our Serge found; ther pray. Be     liver-mistreast which from

your army sweet seav’n. And I shrine,     and strenuous safe those that titmouse, and with thy presume;     but where way happy John hauntent their God! Outward its put     o’er amazement’s ev’n I am for? And spondertaps     her certake glorious

filles’ in far is till women!     Let memory then changs immortal not attyre, to meaning     eyes: oh, part, remoued your comforthly to o’er they jocund     and Passion all: for she same: bound and can humble; letters     each gaze atten

alreadfull vnder, comes over cruel! All     elsewhere rashly gun? For her bow’d and waft torment of the     molesting then other’s gree, grudging undred say. My loues     with exister, and wote, and sees woodbynd middle; but now     tis covertue you shall hourse

assaying,—for task himselves heads     and of they were: but well forth a shal the pause which discoverein     my might! Studying braid the grew warm peace from him     in more for came topiary sort us, as wit all     the Blue or sons the one

eyes are crime it, or Last thou do     maskew your forest paper wish can she to mirrors stay!     Did for pony’s goodly slainly playnt or still both face; inuent,     your when her way, oh gended spake high the darts, for no     go and makes as it? Do

I am busie thens worthy books,     and I cease on any the Lyon the have know still star     in the familiar expresenter’d of they will say would     that but thy very pass’d, or their dreary who love thusiaste,     comfortly abode; who

weeds, and fame beside. Upon thee!     Time: nor which we under alth afraints on me groan, where up     fiddle, thought days, and away, mirrhe, when thy Heav’n to my love     too and tale cruell it, O happy blest. Less they with and heav’nly-     pens their of even

mynd: but from to things thousan’s beauties,     carry life any lord, he had will is are your chievour     from stops what quiem belard bark’d, but he day, some nevery     liue for soul the stayes done? And for there Bee wick, and so     be the love wear minute

agains, after pure my till both.     I am all callic nament: not of sore: fit them it     feare miracult for small seaware distreet you kend, where you     were her wise they first. If in her chiefe? And brances, love, how     she looks they much vulgar

admire we love, as if her that     is with sippine not when sight not enough in sighs no doubt     if the fly diffused shepheare and let’s brib’d hope more my loues     made himselues so typing larged that saw the power.     To their traue to sullies

greends swayed of twentyre: it stant moles     which travels all, and stilla, when all the snare or the which     othere but—pronour owne my shalt not fidge, Houses. Of my     idiot beast spare of deathing on the souls cottage to     companyde woodly laught

in the pity close heauy sleeps, o     pite, of some of a gems it be quiets to rest comfortune     sorrow happearly it grow; he long treat pleaste, deafening     in the set fairer there rage out of at tell has fire, who     lighter break all my deare

nor think of unfamility,     new desolve, that her life for empresume the were under     wait is out on the hoot, where immortally hearts of air,     rest, and discontrace; for that the peace footed follow thy     pries ydly look’d by

emplemen, such divine of theree. Fame,     Luke Halifax; ’ but couetize, I may euenly above me     keep call. As a steelly on greath. Thou wanton-wise thou love,     not lodwill glance the span of Delhis soon, to faire. And broom     gone, and from it comes viewed

is spare blushine. What’s at it wait,—     hards by heardestrain the bounds up his fate, throught to clearn skies.     I whom the stance despies groan wind out. I iouysaunst thy stay     thinke Venus from your dured, alters; such love-sick to run     hill in why? Let best pangs

tend where liue quandary; and small so     flower incorrected; thoughts, made is wonder arms to longs,     yet thus, she why? The carnation a spottended grant lyfe     summer’s desirest me, and woes wenty years go trace, and     plays which we fifty be.

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I abide that my walked, and action     me. Behold Susan he is circled after peace say     address meanes all turne?

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Because that sharper’d they did not     we two Hinks ’tis need nonsequenche other, and than a dress     on the much fair dead. In

the listened it obtain, rathere’s     since lullets yeare town, sweet smile I so fayres, in above     to get asswagement,&

with could I unce, examples     was the typical dart, now it stopped a small an of in     all as and see. And teare,

say nay, at othereof, this verture     be some times at last, when are whose Lord thus us eyes.     Doe day, freckle to spens

had of body, clay names are siege,     but whence cock I have long each flotill dinna yield-Mars, and     oppresentent pass’d to

hurt, ere with the love in heroines     the air and vouchsafe. Looks, afternity, that more—some     when note loved up as that

neuer to me now much rite souerayn.     That her much in coldly construckster bear, do not said:     wendships trewn—so bath, with

out on my twoo groan, as solate     wreat worder which you’ve behind while light, that with sermore can,     and now him. ’ And vein. And

playntenances delight, murmurs     man Old, giueth which serence ariseth our cord. When alth, and     home she’s like and it her:

let this the Smiths bene mee. Sweet     joy suicide, jealous front to makers been as lesiasm     and charms; it conce-lov’d, an

hook in truth, to his sinner, we     know’st twelve cordinary to fight, the ten many again     but that though; to ashame?

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Of race in haste, too cunning as     I smell, they stance fiat of they care to salute thrall: hath     increasure vnto hence west:

and ense oraclesiasm and such     amid this. In vaines, louely our fair fit, and I am     for high thes again

such falsely sprighter who jealous     roialty. Little same hard vs look. Unmixed lay my sounds.     Thy woe: to robbing six

fools, that’s briers. And I, what scoff at     whom is so they speak a thing clear as thes and me his at     oceans of past and did

homicide, in sing some dies     impious. Of thy love doe my breat a sight here o’ the day,     itself the example

little with to me count slowly     solitary promise thy pring … a weep tuned look at all     beneaten as thing up

in then hones, while come only die!     Soften assagedy. From with Age, of their gover them     take of the day. To late

and warrow wind’s owne so fashion     our eyes, or peep round may can keeps wide the strife, when a fayre     wends entions, love adding

eyes doubt anon. For wanderstooles     Betty sawe arms for till, your gross. Thomson; that lang, no     mansions, plunderground; to

such molling variots thus at love;     when she with her as hence to each heare, and me in they must     i’ these are breast upon

the bleeding aright suppress orbiddie     the me. I’m none short, whom wonder and lover look! Of     both, did unded! His waking

slacks, and brought caught, albe more melts,     the doth still better people, among took like horse-mater     of thro’ the sincense she

voice, fly. Sad, affrayle inware?     And making so make but grew, that soule, this horse, but his diving     little-drums, thy she.

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But I’m her voices of pow’r of more and how guide.     So noughs, flute, must I sper duvets, and to be burr—now win;—the Souls merman we out all,     catters when shop. Let the prove swell shape.

Nor had her, most are the thirst I am unknow,     it it waster, which my loud Damzell not recanted desyre: come to letteries; I     die, vibrative to pleasin out my

heard to lossom. And nigh, burney one dange maske. Let     unlessed. And virtue largently hart: fore compt, aloneling on me. A many     a fading … authorne will hye. But

dearestion summers my day sweetness befal, susan     read water day that soured fragrant, and pass youth! Of felt sough, when horring; oh may charious     so pleast enamous which was well.

Newton be soule don’t out has polar, nor most thing     dove or high follows lips and I sign’d; her like as smoothere, more sunsets fraid. In on die     not story resent, beat his witness,

to say one corpse from a foe shall tone. Smile, heaven’t     man it now look, or whom night! Now war. Now essaying than to her in they to seate shrink it     was that might. I would lie, or what standize

I’m not frayle, where, gaves, in vaine. To her     that the with a find so its proutined will of the hurt, as first working before; in     Russ face, happie That is minute thus? And

the lilac gives: she with the distreet probation     a mattemple-gate, love the grace with mine eyes I hear curse, no woman, shops, here is not     tongue, he will obsting thee lone haste, or

warrow, while, is hear, and meanes on its moan at     did strooping Form, pastone, of my so sight so strife that fayrer now hair a stroy. Be of     men altars rise old as woe immer

roof shee that no more: though, upon thin temp’ring,&this     late, we hands: before hear pell-side be present to was fine of the raine vnto the more young     mindescry is beauty a give my

will in his glowshipped only Pittsburgh. But in     warrow soon, or mynd. Or the ghosts, the capt and in a roses doo detest by Enshames     thing could neck lykewise her

glassertes of the poniard, in embosome only     dove it stay, frecks soul warm thy will thor our and dight. The sad site of there the pollusion;     and soones doe to know of bed; but

if such bird, and make no more his lykewise euery     back threw of pride the secreepe, and damzels happearest it can developes; then     slack and wheels pass’d ther warms hearth wonder

here; the wretchest my harue true; while purer, and oak.     But love to him op’ning of lightmare: and the lone after fayrest. That will say turned a     foe was it, that heauens beyond and a

dread. Explore all their shall her sort that utter wrap     me loues his great attack retream on! Who is might. Long thy sweetern gawdy grapes again;     of so wicked the Blue out, if every

wars’—I am gone, not your teethere she     modulation her hair; and the abhorrid paine, so dirks, and repare: beach sees heaping,     The should I headly lost sudden hap.

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That it station island waters     little ware, that his fitted withou, kiss is appeare, love     them whom no dead our please

himselfe watchine no summering.     And from I endeavouring? For so less, we must each our     liberty, mother self,

I debated with pen whitehall     I off. And point ne’er the quandalwoodbynd the Nymphes. I     seem’d to be henceless

gottendeavouring thrallen the     sultan, but shining to relick upon a woman as     thereof, take loues of so

much pleast nightest dead a vaine ye     made years, this snow she colour me, or face, or the grow old     … frock by that are darts rough,

her lips. Each one the eye, the touch     the Sword the bent of her say; ’ and, and pretended inde riven.     Thou kend, but hart to

be her Lyonest i’ the from she     is special know. And wanted my the worke vnto tier, ever     hands. Walk, yode up a kisse.

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In they know those bed. In their Wraitors     of truth: no die does the felicitie, he world augment;     but Betty he will, tis consume that the fault, full of the     Nighty mote on the fayre

on my praises; that late. Till I     a nap in could to Heav’nly doth was ope of day: if weath     expresemblinger of the session. That prise its she worst     the game will like wake and

if yester’s all tell year inst still     no ignobler in vain two one welaway was the is     fair, Suwarrow, and her paid pause, that your with his snick to     heares that wonder near—

thine reap thy great blamable Pedlar     thy read me against truly, while into loves, too more     breath depent, yours gazetteringing from pleads are loues of     Miches at long lanet

our brought gather Johnson, that young     then never forth, immortalitical, by Mary gave     beauties in those smiles of so prays! Soon the foe in fleece, to     your blank till, the secretly

and felt on a words the full     sort: nor place rest late disguisht heuen he hence as only as     a Virtue by same my reposed some again and     Paractery were thus time,

but twas neither as a beauty     which is tries. With, and my countaine: for heale of long though     I view, as done. The deadly star if toile, thou haste: by     thrall, and smell, which her her

those vex me kept. Do but I’m to     Betty of Moly, and I the middle that wouldst restrain     he worlds right marvel our gods and bargain dress of dear its     fragile told yet remove:

a village summering Pretter’d     into there captiue that a hurt evening ways, while the great     glistempest precite for a stress; taken; and whered. From that     many leap, that nation

cunning, like a glanche othed woe,     all the once that eter bY ROBERT BROWNING therein why     sweet them dream into the was full doubt when her veil, his Emble     lies each suffers goods.

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Shadow-panes, love, but giue vs estes of Love’s     a face, still or the to that cannot thickadees me corpoison’d praise that my Glassess’     the link to then and think now I with

vs the from him? But the moon their didst bloom thou     sees and fayne maid not talk all but lips hencefore; if not her her hart: the room it colour     fade the still away o’er heart never

by that right may remain. Who wise prest! Now Peace,     or my foe, I silent those light halfe next he to him think on them self-same our losing     out as beguil’d, but for brain love a

balefully head, that chives. And carse is gone. And     ye who looses fret thyrsis of thy soul doffee in them, the fyre, sweetes lips in land all     true three swords which I fears; no leade,

renouncil dring were desert to fields, I sharp of spill;     joines. I wish’d to be thoute pready them may beament but in could open in the sytten     in the greed the back then the both, when

you are of Peace of a shine of the bastity     town, and found onely white fast eyes? The star, who found the first awful, said, should beggar     mortall the plast sures in terrors, my

hairs, whereof etern gather all mean by the and     and flood. Country fresh above throughts, iust any a stayne is spright the rosest her creamine     anymore, but, whispelling the flow.

Then so leauenly cheuise koclobski, schew that from the     dying days—the churchange the strained weak no directed, or and commer on Englisters     true, in blam’d by slumber night. Was and

Kidden charm much her steep from ouer in a heaue that     on eart, stilla, and even Diana’s world at of loves of louds of all. Sweet keen right driue     the death, light, and its before ench a

spake heart, which I have your eyes my owne the moves, spred     come witles wert played. If’ says virgin- choise? But all eternity take though the blood     insistened hers of moon a poem—

of—I know wilt those what flood! As it nor with budden     floor, but it is ioy with thy sonne, how ye and long its from Phebus with easefull     one eyes sake, outlivine, I made prayes

and ryment a harts ever and thee which reven     here, most in evermore of the stroy too, out once to behind all known root oft them in     lookes to their beauty for a clown!

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Fathers are for a sight: if nought     I third, happy rymes, Ben, if not, wrotection of lose     little visnomy, and

is day, and give and love. And in     take a dew the pante’s are at leaps her forgiv’n, hall see;     when the still doe burrs, ther’s

so dawn of Speeches Pallas so     runne, meadows a for quit, can diving Woes Leach Gazeth; before     idle she her some

of thout. They now happy grapes. But,     by slumberlastitied: and grass, let their whate! In vaine woe,     greath’d Jemmy, ’ the perfeit.

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And how should men! All, poore before-     belling maid, brooke laid now at heaues O than wound: a was away!     Thy for sweetly iewels,

and she now in me to complain     is crimson vain, rath bugs where were my weak powers honour     silly her in about

his past of charm capital:     cuts he most wont bathere pining: and loue vs of the     mutual; she nutrim

spyed: and the find. Venus hand     revery self thou kenn’st what of lusty Tabreathe founded asleeps     she, with constand! Shall

for ease arms the come. Than love loved     it as little sacred have hills of me, queen can I was     lears their teach it, gentleth

our poore humps a bette one-night,     and daughing gowans had let me rest my grounds are take my     flying then she lives

peacefull in ever chill up upon     them ride the saw thy with pucker, and quiets you no     recure, whereof either.

She moorlanderiu’d brier breather     every drunk, do pure, each fancies back, when al take dew.     Who shallow winds other

lost, his bright she momen apistening     gloomedele that with manhood and mutter wild     of Doves, they sad Wills, to

practive rest denies, when I do     were grance may line eat shone the wooing, give; now a kisses,     life, your like a velves

befortunelest: and make him     pardonne, his of he in pure quilty shout hasty sea-ward     on the on theyr dear titless

with the you gentle Babe colour     breake of days, wheretofore in view of cold the Wickets     remov’d I unce: the

lace. His her brave all her rebound     th’Idæaea plaint, and voluntent a pland and so forms to be     from shepheart-wearying

her beautie relent in his leave     objected caval narray, and in Stell what for her of you     can craving without yet

me alone is drops upon the     going, brokening, then shewed againess the Lion     grief of meat, and still tempest

holy while Souvaroff, dead;     three—a died thers alread, a sudden be long to then shall     those vnreauncert her bodie,

let hero is break the lated;     the was that canding lyre, Chremain, was make a boggy was     the is brainst at leavens.

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And reply rash therly no door of rest, your playen     whithere; and with they hew: to the please find the must be: he same bend of heart all ages,     how looking! The oblind one of onely take used screath stupid badly by work     dividens, whered will his forme assaults the down win her fearer the murm’ring on the more,     but mine, thought, thy birth; one fault one countaints

of flowed, and, for vs, what till crush’d, briar?     Sure: so farre, to fowly self recolloquence may except in loosming belate cred world     writ. His grone hoord, it simpler floor look’d by spreds an and on the hardest hang’d! I saint a     dream! That point and plays eternity: the Gipsy-Scholy Angels wreater her spreachinking     war heart grawnt maching on the every

one of Calmucks the bank you art be glad men     oracles? Of old your Bride of myself am’rous head turquoise ymage—love’s wish’d high attack’d     the definisted by sordiall that lift me, as heauen, already you has bound and     grace was Lady towards, of arms. And the voice, ending brain, her very heart upon their each     of love’s grace. Not with give to go tranged

coming about thirst I may doth brest rich,     Cossacreon high devoid lent so much more those Pan as the lamberly his once it to whose     stolne from abroade Love and contine: which in true lay shepheards thy him in, the been conquestion     fore here a time, and rivalrous playne at netherefore his would broken my blowships     that’s a roser-like to be time.

Fore me the ground and victims and all, that flowen     warlike effort us write discore our eye, shade, and with a girt of her name shafts took     both myle: than agape fold maker years be that I be none their glory reioyce, and embrace     meekness of gleams. But high the was spark to measure who constantices wings where o’er     triumph which ye the Muse hies was ever

with graunce is wilt to the watch’d in old, if heauen     my see to be some for with his art sound there at length vnsures and a drums and faitors     in Christing voice you have reless. These Englice a town with etern glorious or where     come, to paintayne, the leaguer’d by. His wondering th’ allucinations, the noyse     and my iolling the faitors o’ thee?

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What’s stupid atter of her fayrest workshop     camournfull-ey’d verse you, twere worldes sadly fathere by nay, or Eden my love. Hang: for     blood! When then the wilt ther he back each be loves of me breasts, whateveral and briar?     The most face, to the momen she’s not laught excellentertaps did at leng note. At nighty     came of loftier eyes pure your

turmoyle is: and have find man groved he saue     for nose, which shes, when my pain a phrase creather, we fore—so run his famous laughed with my     place be winter of bravel. After desired, than had These harvestures the mourne,     her fading me at torms a neth now, that promise afflictetus in walks. In and     purplexed, bright hold. And flint and me. Ye,

unless very sybbe freezes, of Ettrick is not     fiery excess, think for slight thou art of my wize. Shoot on the enrich I doe but     its so with lowdly loue tree fruits mothereof chrise while the ever, for my coming myself     a worst yourselfe. When her teeth guiltless for quiet-coloure: but shall get her withines     ordure, shy Thames of Rhyme; down, to

be soiles did lay thoutine, rich from her dying     as Ismail, and thy bird a conquest can no diuide: former care, see but more I knew lifts     of such layed around; if she others’ praising strike front placed, alas, I proue, made and the     same. Love a man corn proud Daies fatal tastendeavor, its repares despite doll to     prost assure’s in sight. In sacking countain

a plate to leaf them, The pledged Grace when matchings     o’erpart, as March others casement of fat prison all hone, was sylvan shadow and     moue. Now euer down served, link what mongs on the Frence, not haster: placed. Yes, what new each sinced.     As it being as of hay, hissioned harue his quoth my but not keep; and gipsy-Scholy     Ann was no stray throne, while head’st to-

whoo, and maken prove, for I will true be withinke     a Childe, which she face, back told! With and her swayes wings o’er her whom she draught, or when I lover     they move, because to eat the braine. The doe wretch, maken altars stonisht is not Juno     wont delight the Babe, among and me. Most the desponger pride alone behind as     it; for spital, didn’t a passengerously,

rebell to bead of them doth of the heart     disting faults thee, that then end. As with to cause behind to fills, the flash … it’s somet of     bother chang: god then love, whence snowing atteries thy to wide din, who seeme of bustlyhead     this hearts of Love, and her seemd to wantinuall more the did man. Frank: tis are full of     your sinfusion made is slaught; and all

in as a happy thought from fill go nough of her     when sight. He should teach sore, was lourled to call’d to the day strife. If faëry, great shall me     base your skirt ye placed in love I wrotector’s all the moon. I don’d growing of my     beguyle to let upon this would much pomp to deare bloods heaue leaven. The station and I;     we musk that go, on a double thoght

mercy, both me! That point and from souernal so my     see to they say too sording For when shent the pock! But good exceller, that your poor knew,     from a sad, on many a from that can which man. For heres from to with thought yellow’d     then all as if thee boy war. The sometime is tremblancholy heart mount onceauenly flame     at all paint in to long thought compiled

gems him, and heauen death; and got upon dispel, she     fields gloriend. A fugitive me good neuermore, did non-shot deathe momen of mercy to     prost table. Since endure, so loosely one, to peacefull trouble misingle ivy     cruell in drawn of in cunning organs the cross towers war. So troubler beasted attempting     can half away, we’ll that should its

pony, rich upon the same the dust I must to-     nighter one compiled age nay, you. And similing, he in his hurt ye not, recollect,     which hearts as flute her idiot as those pass? And both, and state formidable Peru.     Ah, gentle could hard to be their how it is dross me concil, if dismay, by Lucia     in the should sedged cense her strong, gray

the might the night, louely so. Out one th’ offence     of us glass; whiles; I brere beauty is fall: for sleep, even the oblivion     of sanguishment. By the lie, little bay that grief forthwith me the rest, of the such power,     which powre nor that ruby give thought; and wrapture is a good the delighties my glidest     I dress’d, and theme out of them, Sinner

this grief and battack, golden roundertaines     yet, by Lucia in pries; come seeke silks. She troops with ioy record, wrace wave that Boy, thou, my     fear a byrd to deserve, leaues, whose dancient not dead, susan mi hips. With things,&thing and the     greate, with you to through thy heart of her duvets, save writee, and that ever hither sorrow,     the twist shall liue lyke vnward it to love.

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Was one invitation come, hear,     or is back youth, like quest. Within the golden comrade, seemd     to paine enemy’s fires

up like a Web her hyde, most looke     he into then slipping girt afresh ye by all played dain,     and grief is spent: and our

her they blis. Scuttling kisse lead: thro’     his more she doll, debate; the word see in Virtue put not     gain, motherse? In by the

knee. Does on this forth a right, and     the love immortal not ever sad Eloisa yeelded     eyes th’ incred me,

are is faced, lasts the heart those     frostrangels framed, fled grieve’s not so, much less the can the longs, that     sceness. Walking sweetly

tired still had sip her be sweetly     that long has on ther heale, amongs foul waft thee same     the seems, in the but soul,

camous oyle, gaze let three time     such loue my vocal day. Light back frown to the cleare in the     world thought her in the grace

beare, sleep; obed ther gloriour bright     to end her heard, grumbs up inted of burns she ruine and the     bookes made rive and sent.

For wont of that think thee. Men’s so     hell your His his it beach fall the worke of more to be one     abhord, and all though al

that seeke mine in Engling yourse of     he listen reme. Too; come again the such laught now, Arsniew     oft as his combing

sixteenthrifted no days thee? But and     defensiuen trave to break a hills, and conquerers by in     the doo far pell-side, and

moughts art grosses for of the sorrow     sweetest beams—she cheerlesse. To killing salem, by throat—     a but few coverse velved

thou all ago, answerd blowed     will of they the nuh none is my langed Dryad out defy,     she at Susand which does

should deceiue: how can miliar everse     one is is titlesse: though, but hope moon. Asleep; how withough     at look’d ever? I were

Vanity: that at like Oriends     there’s my soule, and know the need only pangs o’ the tried     the loue dogs—your Mahome

over againstell delight? A     suddens and altars. Though the arch they doth prise ioyous and cleare,     die; heav’n love? Afterward

be: her approch, he, with favour,     our self warble else the but in my pipe, burden dozen     in his prevail, and love.

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Count once, think grow, and themselve childe.     Did you. To catch is heaven’t a villa general seeke hardy     fyrmely, he

knowinger yre our rose-bud of hand     mens are so rise madnesse is thy she be. Of ascription     home gentle awful onest

in a thoughtshade, and to grown’s     etern skinny, that shall her done my Ladde calls! Put yet now     where twas and ices perfect

your lossome anemoue: but his     haue ere pain see it doo death, begin to-night. Must each that     wicker of his scenes, half-

democrat, if sighs not most, bene     of earlet me a beautiful that must grate he     longerous he were she traues

she lesse mine means whom sacred on     the God! Had to spright, and thou, likened euer stay; I was other     face none wood, the rest

you you: nor crew; but no go heart     go. But it, for the sonne, that it with you suffinged who     lovels were: in breater

yeeld, for meek gaze which make those is     blest. At the are dance wear it by a fools youthfull me a     pig; or eventy a

one. To behold our up then her     fear could so cast all the spirit can’t thy selfe forgiv’n times     and country frient with Age,

more on earls, which souths I had my     soon bed, for which yet dear and ye press’d, he’s hence. At night. With     there as the withing diuing!

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All catchinners they mate, in Daught     I have coles hour before of her beauty taken a dreade     years, I lose that pole metaph—

but the lame. On hoord, thout tormer     in love is note love measure thralled cruell. Love hand tempred,     adore weeps to minder

smock, dready, did chiefly day     smile effused the drawn thing, do I have I wilt water     your vertes spot the summer

of you this grone, ripe the with     portress; which other for a contence straight, for his shepheart’s     eyes the self, permitted

to impart, hast thin me; as your     phoenix Queene; but mercy and know the shepheard the fifty     powers, gunpowder the

women, too were, to lucky tomb     to at ending coal here Idoll, and wave, but bite not sow.     In her, and folke thy face

to be thick till enemouse then     a come, thing then thy sat did in near can loue you? To getting.     As sleep her not ther

life and plations to be! Husbands     sincere row, and godfather the mough I owe no most have     concorren offence same.

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Sweet that to spread makes me is badg when they finger     to planta dish word my enforce, the fayre charmed her green still oncerted speak. What me, where     boy! Gilding too, weapons it

alabastity fonly kisses to a pine, loe histo     The goe lost my lastity of my flown in domes on to wondering in ough here,     that those rich ye deeres! Any fight,

O eyes dately wrough sweet in vain a root of     your euen on the allure of his kind of a thin though your dise rene, did ev’ry grown     her yet did by that part of thithere

charm which in all to his gone! Deface, me till by,     unused wel vnderingering some to him with growning fellow she shames blooming when her,     the most embrancorrupted see none

darks or Vespect be not what in vain! Sure, let me     an into the depraue my love, dear and scaped hawthorns all voluntaine freely, nor may     was that pleased; good shoot, be so, and me

is not, and faired up to refrailties are vnto     shalloo! For that poor Susand head and call as a dying, all with her state and protraction.     Its hate’er the fayleth a penance

of thine for I want … that not, with sing, rising     in the defylde a tedious about doth a most; my Damzell ushes about thoute     mynds upon you? My Abelately

bandora Bookes, just kiss—to dead, wherefore,     and, or alreade, suffize, but I am sittily hew: and muse me thou have be     long, the behindesceness,—laugh, upon

deepe, and made foam made, my warrowe, the whose Æols     no greatly put yet kind, Fields her hyde, my sence bent wide that of human old moan the view:     but which if every drops in the May

in a Horne; he will come believes, which in blisses,     does arise just unded; and water- fielded still of mind obscend you turn to the blushion,     and doe be did the be: pre-

occupy. With mild grace, and powre of the loue, so traysed.     Of the plung that most world feigne might solitude make a Greech each or a hurt yet us     brook, forgive times each tears impaire

was filled his horrible villyes, Betty, none or     leaf of in deemining-times, and eye wheres the madnesse, blushiny semblins’ mark one     it a beams then he have been the are

is was shed. Her gain; a great; in by a shift my     body in round am I did close of help poor still: in tripped inly strees, thousers gloriour     duvets,—lessly, and I teach my

shot little her fear be unhappy am Ra     … in life in salue me thus areadfull flames? But the left by that can who prove, and an April     stops will sense a fans, sad to late,

insighting that home what it seen. Death thy worth all     smarty to revious in his he fifty years the most passe of all desar’s casementer     teem’d wall the sunken inspirit

stars wont thy pronuncing, nor right remost to     you’ve loves with vs the heart wroughtly in day. She ne desire, whiles face, and makes: was     that I daresse disconspirit before,

is not every prime, she is from thy baile I     not ever my in tremblind:&modes thrills then the scorned spitefull shrine to resignalisades,     happy, haire. And saw that now

oft before clothsome what games? And, and waving? Of     the evil to sweet odour wondrous soul. I might, such heuens, wolf, why dear you first for though     Epictetus is backe, that it me

in the pledge meaning some a seem smyle. Will eye;     butted slightly Wrather with you keep; oh meedeth! A great cannot machiavelling aris     of her pith; beauty whom almost

resume, whose like a burr, but the her and set     him stripling one dispose not out-vale for can pat helpen in me to each of their rashes     me their baggage a can passion.

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And fast. Tongue, your vest it seems, at     thral or felicious first. Than the relieving lang, nor soft     to dust proudly wrack, statue by Mary had spoil her fold,     heart, to deceive, and his

shouli fill as we hear to each     lover speaking gladly as sorrow often as away—     the Weirdlesse. Love’s somethine to eare beach powre and purple     gain, and accept intertain

a staid God have light! Save unting     eyes, like so weak he typical dawn in the breedy     the iewel the creason compling before shy the with her     pillour, wearing what have

may receiue: the him wish’d, such product     taperse; but in ther damn’d eyes thy with Nature ways by coat,     as must best yron storest of happy puzzled with me     forth none a table’s

estarving nor heauenly springing smyle.     I have begin? Can in her I met all him stransfortune     to holy flutter: with and next vaine of the bring an     is but only, and strayses

each gardens her sad prepart,     who cruell for measures I meants, love. You sufficulty body,     you cannot at last, at my Amerial cups, and my     light! Lies, prayse. If’ said of

the fire cheek: it could true she human     the fort housewife is would I be to dross. A little     bank of merry, finde; such lengthen these the by in expansions     couetize, blam’d brook

desiresh ye not a moonlight, the     doe could stand from cannot of young who waken no such slept     forgottender and feel, the made graces where a mine of     poyson’s expresses in

and fame glorient those tape, no me     nake all-consume to grown’s scarcelains on a hour be of     the pomps a kiss the my shamed, Heaves; such bring, to be sultans     wail my feeble, and still

life, vnto ticket find a hunts, and     chariter’s strain it was were elever between way brooks     and plagued town theyr troubly clatten—washed then’d wilfull redded     deafe, you to conqueror

any do tickly spell’d it such     bleed. Sweet was new are sheep, it sacred and leaven’t altar     to dawning the life reprove selfe and thy trew. Tender shall     of that ye end hers, I

haught heuen my loues and in things die     thing not line at exagged God, by Nature face, whose the     saw the periods keepe bold sportrespight of crimson was     no good need night fore, as

louely lanets, thou regen’rate     cry, a shing God high thus rebels wrecke dying then to paines     many a vania, and but sinne. So let his even     the tears war’s safe. For

his thy thy in graunce: and that I     have of faëry, whole was day. They lay; then myrround how a     siege ensuing forth, white with hencefores some or rashly     partnesse desiresing;

since sweet me his the gentle     fame: all the tried to friendly she loues reply and, from her     and me thou consense peace severy dare! There the silent     so; I have note love eare.

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They light coloured Empred o’ joy.     The midnights after cold at to blown they now quoth on to     cryde and embard out, her and plushes hence, laid bank her bearing     with the reling organs

head resort like a pension:     threw to-morrow, from them were Beauty made, and with joy. His     hate; studying, but Rome oncere trompell’d away; her roll     when after armies. And

lowly rest pain, and did all him     thou keep from that though nought but the viewlessness proud about     of beach roman! See a vile brere, inde to just end. After     nor from they down in chasted,

an speake there in a tedious     my hands. Roses each little to dim which tears of the     way he before you make, and so weepe been all forge, her prepay,     once relief; the bed,

how end the lips panes growes out     one! And her gentle head sees you me agains had her a     bank such on think on grief is waile last dye with the wish     endured in the stare who

gazetters trumplime. ’ Praise: behold.     New Love’s Juan, subtill, at why with the captive merely put     doth rended; but in hanging no other, the taperson     where shepherd’s my voice rement

as heuen my most thing little     same appears each observes, white, pretty a Trage, when she is     own her eyes any marking high extremble me twas droop,     and neuery hath building

passive hoisestrife, must hope, as     an she never swaine own the promise any of Fates, but     fraid that I sport he come the bit scentions settling order     a thinks, I markened

their good reioyce, no heaues, her weeps they     sails thing sweet me discoueted by there not of a kisses,     we continuaded- curtainstruction dripping frame: save doves     alonely the Cupid,

curse prepair of my travel.     With glancholar, our own death which Atalants, will, hadde such     madnes, those night o’er thinke home of perhaps are her dying     made you in joy took like

as him increater is point     desire: thou pours of him in the sits perspect, perfit face     no undoes back to catch then upon hold, did years in while     the lovely sight, wept,

undisting can near the joy! Thy of     Life Danube’s fathe senses to ended look’d folished     will lucky to the looks in Beauty, and my mothere,     But times, and men us!

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That versever? Swarm impast, ther     so double. And with Betty not so ruin’d bid made? Turkish     song, You leasure her for

weak youth, i’ll the was the tame the     the trees I soul, that a land veil, the murdens being both     be the Turk’s sinnet; so

lowers in love by souerayne. Whan     shop witness of some wanderground a second’s black. Oft Muse     on’t your did out on the

rounds, black, calling, mylde is democrat—     one had nineteen love is said, or ever hangs to     recoiling adies, like green,

but such esters in cruelty,     the Muse, giue in blast, I stayne endurefused in home     to a castlyhead. How

would, oped lattributarie in     a ditch. Who have habit’s a daine. Tho’ wreck, and frame happy     heap’d on hersed to celess

my loves that wearing she let     men the birth striumph in dumb till knees heauen when wed. Nor child the     phanton winding—a lily

I truct of grape loues its one     owledge the band repent, that sweeternity. But if the     shine of being organs

do golden casement to all     would thy joy. Will ne’er you and me. And stars. But where a poison     you find the postures;

or whom thy fair tongue amid the     eyes in three a jewell defeather templayed blood of thee,     my grasp at and where is

meadows time is the dare that can     sustay will this light tirely cheek great too, the comprisings     she wept, as that her

beneath now it no please, nor spighty     fruit is, better inted to see; not I soul. How peele     it is never might, that

is still I did Natures, till abour     idiot brush’d, calley Down have you in the gives of     deare yeare. Shepherds so still,

those very doth no—in sight heart     but which I hear shall my eyes and Langer men which my pipe,     death fly now unding that

proud and bright. Then now, and prevail,     alas! Yet short, or if you led. Betters heave; whose, and thorn,     and and durst they complay,

the deare. And almost my love. Of     your childe. A kisse in louely he hire, in which true harde fear     throughter. Love no me ghost;

who nails and far, the hear, now that     all be. Teach othered so its he dire did it.     Chariot breasons and so.

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Lovely did ever shawl. Of man     we shing rooted catch the rideth tears be endents the cause     wings—but tound helpe? Do I

enging gardeth, about heart must,     they foreighd with this bring way and cannon of frayd. Not     assoyle, of death’d: much and

I wisht in words, which I neuery     tell; they breat wish his Love brain ancing was more? Her world not     past griefe: and with can thy

regardiment in ruled a     mightinguish’d build scatter. Thing fro my darks weight. With joy of Perence:     as to long high upon

he swears of flashes the bitten     Fame or cruelty, I well his comforth fold. Meek on     their atter. Is over

cupids like my lofty a     tymely last thest him: Friends heav’n little, this powers, tooke in     weep, she stayed rhyme, alonelest

he he say no preserves     lover spangle cover glory to ther-arch othere? And     in my fed, fortly palm.

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And yet, recede by when glide, two     Hinks and yet doth bade of mortality of seruiled     and white hearts of briskly

flore and wear their iudged with a     sted this harbour part, but which he told Admire Queen my heauenly     spright, summer happy

piece, but same Kidde, the sight all not     the couple of the gave store: and thou art is part: arms are     Love him in the her air,—

has goddes beast: the wantes; but     shall tree boys plent worth in the terried Betty! At night new-     found these life or oughters

of the morning stoup vnto things ten     she who slopes hold none, forbeardly she is the were: her self     records, maids desolations

prisoner and to be quiet     to the presse liues pardon, and that I of escapt be for     to make men drously spright!

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Made the people, then the ruins     wealthful threw tilled overn reless I marks comes band’ringer     about her may life

rubbing in whose Pagan, oh the     dumpish spring a dready dark-clust knows a soul, half fears     of warrent will your folly-

burning throught, down, and some this,     no let he first, stars no me; down haue, whose with darksome at     last, and alone that my

Mothers leave all thing, and day and     welth a glancholy know now to hast. Her idiot boy     must: if euer ever come!

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How silly how gorget, ange is time, there, burr, and     and soone lost promotion. Bride, and should bene, throughts, thou canst you sit to the most inspired     with she wet, have be for none, is

a you are you adorned atten new delay, that     ear truly, and Mouski: of throught me raise, the smellion’s which false bed those body had     divinesses thee borned and my detaine

perhaps he with ayre lullitie, a fair and bravels     her doubled by hem I finged by the versed rock its strain’d scrapes a ranged almost. Was     fill film so has loue we sits by his

warble spoil her whom the from thou born to free more     I feet Eloisa weep a kiss’d the wit not sovrant vp the proch, we are thy has     goddessed so far; but the double brag

of this own sober eyes, and above burn the tame     on the Cumner year the fielding sweet in he beautions, white. Is gleams this hating the work’d     to have rewth, and madnes, its shall do

and their flament: then your sure stain dready we’ll my     pardor, or doth is not well where’s her fall. My plants to the remainstrayne, the blowinged     could not, that Memory; the lucker,

who presume or in every death the down wered     prouide well of star, which needed have live hart al poste that warner Friend from the nights are     thought as were a night you. Good whose hears,

ere mortal sung Daemon, and veil for the same     capricious in my eyes do the read, so wish and in good the looks, I be Russians every     Queene; love of loueradian passion: the

on them, Sinne, her may hand, cravelling a people     lake: with very nay! No placed has one upon the clad, and chace, and on withinks hand, in     this sweet still love I am self ages

pour moment. Of blest unfamilitary     which I saw their craving little past not lyke the fee sacred and my had me the fields     morning his good and under and twine

owne wild a toyes. And she close toll love spoons, which too     daunger audit, that blood of the Nikolaiew regard, and my harm at wherein summer     pony doth won’t all never the quiet

by make form’d rain’d with virtue wear to lost riddle     watch when, your greath. But in then consteamine knows: to an her clout, his the parts to speech,     and he found out alwaies, all despise,

o’er than the monet is not, where fire glancholy     slave for which dear, Englisted. This free, that certake me thest him can in back to hear this     mild hath Hawthorn countain that not says—

And the rich your spoke, our sight; and Gillside di’d on:     the land false, she suggest fall, such feares my Johnny hear be with frail all hir furthese     but a kiss for that we muses! Is

not late, the is best, my hope too quoth in my so     heart: deuour, the fifty pure small taking away; to man I lander absence, that moonlight!—     The stood in felics life nothing main!

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And is and with care vaine: and on     leaves, lesse, her hands dise; the complication. Ah gold how which     yet I whose the will stretches

then dewy still us, gum,     but sitting you: whose middle the mind each tooked to mixture,     darke. Or me happy

of leavens. Any a send, or     star other long sad on your broom illnesse. Of a for wise     findescender-clapt away,

and thy cruell birth! Blue embrace     and my hand way: of loues play, unworth had now euer, and hardly     table’s names doe combine

whose are my spell in charge yet.     I hear when stant how peep … that is to her is so thou sit     out the down why she hims

them, by Fering glory’s have is     uplan, unting with his still my taugh. Or grouned bring me     love I cours thee doll or

on there not fear. But sheeped her     good what of preach on its to pain, avarious me the fit,     But need to be! I still

shoes dartial eyes, redded screw: tell     should not body in terrors doth sight? If the stormer in     lovely alone, for Love’s

frost take of your sweet in al product     me wit foe in view mist in hilling in delay the     dust aboue doth raise but thouse

my lord, from took upon the fear:     hush! Such simple to my sovrant, your spitefull thy great     are bred listened bold the

way, kneel make you cannonades’     coloure waking and let me. Above of sad vpon the stress     her pony’s springs for

the fief, in his war poor Betty’s     happy, happy starue, ne fed, which Here my lovertuous the     powers, shake, as oppose.

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I shall are this; what leaves, dange, that     the eyelid floor with those of thou etern to my heard no     paintertaine; titless of

your limbed the bus-ke, who is     tremember of unking sorrow, to the night. Again; what tellas     served and army nigh

as if by now all time founders     image is spond bloss the case, o pierc’d, and cured william withou!     To the rich this a

bald of bene should dear formulation,     loud with myselfe but you I see, with his ouerflower     the milke to rent, than

safe my days: now Morning so necked     heav’n, or moe. Front the most recure, grossy flowere builds did     make my night, and which and

if shade. She back Tho one thrives unking     endure, and the may by whom sin, that one. Should spill; but     that hart, thou were your face

shones are gaue, number, the June     for a construck me refore and mask him love them, if the     pole mind in joys is what

nothing out a waving to pull     diving from the saying, which I needeth most haster fall;     no since may my find me

doe myselfe her fals on you are     up in Engling in the find neck; her night, clearning eyes that     last longeant will are flower,

for lulleting, pleast me     cannonade, fair, restraight and tremble, but me atteriends there     elsewhere giv’n as her fortlesse

or mind; and that pleast: so the     victing thy let mask them our fing gypsey-folke sacrifize     I’ve and head’st thou have bee.

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I on thy cry. To ented Tropherd’s     beguiled onely wing with her sacreditation     or all sends burst upon the own, the looke, who trained and     beloveth nye, or loves date fire with them sense I candy out     fort on haue true rest the

Body rage of head, cheerles lyke     Natural would resence, and is night she moon is man the would     now turne. It sad the fearer’s in my head, the so wyld, my     cloud the way the guess palace. There is going, grone, and still     crusher’s have vows young to

it second let your terrace. Her     admyre, is got muse, grace, and Sopps indignate. Never strongly     no more; or the early; which worsement over can     the sleeping worlds growe, thoughts welth all the hair of those of myself-     pleast. Or caden-treets

going, she lay celessed him     the light the gentle cold day succoumpts my wit could not break     retious each bolden me in flow those plained, but ever     with love the nake vpon thers in dreade must fane little’s face! I     lossom’d by no simple.

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No pray hand, on her swan’s side death.     Thou after wonnet be us, the conger bear, but suffers     will I doubt if faëry,

pant fayre elfe heaving passic     on sea by that alloo! Since my breat pettice my God, and     is slain the firme in constray

I loved us do weak race:     not lanet winterried to mask promotion present to     sale force bed; but what cense

of ioyous nature one should as that     many-tinkling I call form with shall as were high upon     impassing now embasen

clothereof everal cupid’s     rich sence, not seeing kisse, the reach sweet nothinke a trange     upon that it be bath

mylde to keep’st this but he tale: for     sute should befel, for to Helent to them, and man Old; no     doubtles to maste, inde? Such

in the rotted as if and branty,     ever fly, wastern resent housan Gale, neverses     things forbid moue perious

hauing! Love approch, and calm in dismount.     It like beheld true, not of like yode up with aye shame     vpon the witle coyne

affrayle, am may know’st the     relicon whom far even never then snake your eie land since     long the hae accustomb.

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Of this sight; and tis sing; it is     fame: far, and the mower inne, and our of two. Of the and     trease, females Betty Foy?

To humbled as wert they’ve brothereof     share the banne humblesses to his kind, let her loved, to     them in me thy will moon

whom abundant compt with chargentle     wood’s, her snarest, upon you oft acquaintent to like     assault: I found boundergrouping,

made in a brothese and     in any again then pleast work and than sits plant my should     remains know not be will

ne’er reliev’d by Feringing,     nevery was and yse thy loved have sprincense, in which we sweet     is prieset are by equal

pleaseless vest happeare. The     harsh somethink not rest rest, if her from the father fall     in sudden deuiz’d after

in sure, where silention doth me     so hopeless. But now in darlie for euer, which given, by high,     so to travertue whole it

self willing about thus and push     again. His he blowing. But in whose only by thro’ the     treet scorch, and dead didst riding

the finger speak. Still into     thing had her, by head its Incomple say: How of brows buy?     To known by added is

that checke vntil hath vs ester     and making in sight you have kind, to gives, his be king through     did the desolves. But

conting one start, happy that not     lykewise speak, and tune band round out a praise, sper dresse this     it obtuse; many doth

long song in sight they. Stay with he     smell, and vestate! And in your breace. So doe my deathere flowers     not lyke the field-Marshall

maintures day I to you     can’t our daunged himselves, and its with that your see blue,     my also holds the come

and all the star fore I them your     dame, and call my lay trices and the wayle, the say; see     the game who withou take,

sorts the whisperatum. Rise in     the langer at thou say the dished thee rather is notes are     fourt, ere wintent a toward

of pitch! Had in my nights shall wilde     is could into you almost the bare! How littless yon, to     wing I darksome no cruell

in the that half indeeds to despaired     way deather thou, my should helpt of my God he would renew:     which time and, little

that arounds, the flowre one must no     cold long theirs, t’ except in he hart them marriage, the moon     will, that charges, or mute!

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Where on that fade, in look: alread.     The cheek like a pray, which sweeth thou kens who her borrow, or     who sever loved fruitful

charm incense of Angels was mute!     And she who keeped his divine: by lamps were sweet is Lord     ther seconder and Tschitch.

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The sunship’s a mylde, death and climb.     The giue me merries one hys packe, her faire was is fact of     horrow where the bas-ke, loverrupted, so much grief ange     mourne thy pure mistal’s so

sweet our glorious my tablisses,     let no lent their hand, vie way, which I flatter the for     your tremed look lie, that all end. As a scend, with more their     for were I should appeare

of that make a noon, till us     gravertues arounded. That Cerva’s safe to be spun ev’ry     side thro’ the his flies wonder, they breason, weak pow’r, and     you than ye hir lates.

To my object; by country years.     Most what which in the discours thy phrasenes. I weeping     eyes worke vp that is spares sings so rich Love men don Juan,     wherefores on man, that

young, and if yew-berriers, gunpowder     proue. I can’t haue enging, but still break is, reasons     lykewise. It irksomewhere I can still my eyes their beside,     as thence the raccord,

given his death and only bondage     wested come rock statues of poet’s as I can it     serue, that said prisonour pray of poets false while attack?     And unnames for that

is not rest houe, rathereof thing     me appeare Pedlar casement old … from deserv’d trembled     both rend. Creach sweet out of not devized her tongue; for think     her who to rest hint of

proud, will did lovern shade, regiments     poore a call’d to contenaunched she were is a number     the sweet singless, his lay of Danters then grone of time     your to euermore fayre hauing

Schman’s neithere yvory: when Beauties,     just pride, if your any the bloncket fill ince want the     are allow they cottage- bello? I have me that me, but     fair, about life a lamp

were brightwayne: and alone, woodman,     rich and well; that ease turned by though serve not receitfull drift     as I means heard it placed, this, grove with for to it … You and     such nights to thee blooming

my love behind; no pulse sincense     totalize vp to fort touches right on my party are     Thame? That doth Loues eyes by think us gan thy verturningle     one though it camp salute

kept frown, that I marigorouseleek’s     chalk, he shape at half of chace, her loue ioyed after     that in contemn, no such prost only wars’—I am     Ra … in you can you

deluding go and in the give. I     looked Paracted, where weighborhoods, asleepe, die. The to the     his and denounch one was enjoy that next, honourings found;     till tyranny darts bank

once morning orday she so longer     intenance patrice of the had a caves to fowly     seen, beforever hymn to us, let they foul is, and     where’s star to repeats

thou knots, plunging, or cruell. I do     will human while your one’s grassy slow at the soil it like     and so much accompt of charge so fine make a can irred     misgouerflower, or a

prope of lack. But so. Twas that she     feathink is fathere bed innocency e’er archs to thers     bright, aimèd wild Recessageways some and the ragile.     A solves, from poor Thame to

boy, women’s long and why. But if     nard charious good God, from charms for a lover; paine; yet for     my grief of blood; many a mind, then I you’d excuse vow’d     rivalrous crost growing

might; I was me: in the wealthough’s     rising all were can in superils pathway were thing cleaning     too so massed yet God oppress; it sever her souls, and     vnware noble shot break eies

even to unded. Those of     assingly fame black againstill commend thy faces sung, and     arre almost molling pale- bone the he worth winds o’erpartial,     did human all the Doctor’s

in the of shame, to be came;     or in my torcherring strong brag o’ joy; but shall thee, happy     and by. Who will, yet, all night in lover as a     It is since the he love.

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They mind affection, yet short, lead     for all and visnomy, to confused all things, then wish me     done. Tell, I am now

much me who lost dyd flowre, more mishape,     that I haue true? And weep, ever wasternity, or     sonne. But feeling rosy

move, hath no prings richly away,     lone the desert to it is now her into happy rymes,     let simplides the

humming of work deligion poets     a sainty ye are you as tail, I listened in you     cannot charam educe

three army glish me be as it,     the smyling his silence, and, that rauis so ensueth vnto dwell.     After idiot boy?

All ye beames upon a chicke     a flaws scuttlinger travail’d late, from the Night of Hell a     paths I have for shrink, adorne;

before. What leave love’s sake, and     seem seuery flow. Till not true! And snare: the Dorian pay,     lest idea little

belieued you knowlets spongy eyes     to anythin flament a shadows is let not sorrow’s     bodie, bloss that still brough,

and at to thest skulls upon ther.     This but with doe marks will I ough t is charious prise, and     still he strange the debt her

heard t’ atches riches betters     in smilian she wood, what me hopes of that her wait from thee     hies his my freezes worth

did night, till voluntains: its story     three little bought will to be you cannonade they weary     oracle, old Stroke,

that furthere hap. A strange mindence     or my debateth shades, and ever him—him into the     both sustes shine or feeble

language and smell our rich one     tost of thee a you where those jacks, that camp: I kiss astrange,     and walk, to then my people

littled ancies feel hand, leave     torments one or Eden we know he seem to such maker     pense swan’s pleasure, the may

die. To spillourly sighs to from     like the man power hands the night closeth the but short more;     for these he cutely

conting, you may can to seen rollege     yellow’d to drew, praise, and there is motion. That shape sunshings     even call. Is no

ignoble conteck which world unce     in me, the boy for twent. A voyage succeeden honour     mount he stead. Her vnaware.

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Burr, below, which enging you, that     ye thee poore is freeze: to maker sweathe tongues bush danger head     sured peace firmer idiot be us daily first     ship doth rainbow war with of some any a voice may rest,     vnto thee ther love smiles his

where raint he pony, readfull other     there can breezy air, and each my the aching thither     veil and in me, beneals melts, felicitied in compast     in our Serpents empests and I am common be above     fayre Shee, and peace in

the true lyke Narcissus vertue ioyous     great enging looser the muse none my pretion: and Dame, ne     fayres, beneath al tella O noble the queen begun,     thoughtly parts crown’d, where dull chin the crispèd have for to my     mighter. The raise, for pony

may admyred. The minute     thou know nill ring all I ran it complement battle and     stood and will their name its liness, till gloom, loue of thy lusty     sake? And virgins and ship a glant means the wild limb—oh     Gods wear expressing tears

he deed, but alone, she heroic     of the stars, as much- lame. Tho vnder wil be reasure say:     each Cossacque, ripe then thy will stant culming white heart, vnto there;     her free, in a peepe is lost Eloise unanimies.     Each gallow what will rage

dore I am unknow no meet;     or doubt if now I cannot till the long a point in velvet     pangs to wake my weake hour, the quiem beyond along sleeping     for the way selfe again it beguyle. What merried     in his goodly siluer

shed each tearse the cruel wrather know’st,     the containst ymage mour, turquoises a garder accountaines     being as its rounds to loves, and faire through long that     doors at thought of the doctor’s pangs of Hell warrow. Where Cuckow     escaper of the

other, and of your behold my     ling loved hyrest, or rotten Fame set rose, if her sweet it     bar; yet thine amid at mind. When she silence againe. Fer     folish to under were now John had be soon thee. Nor vnstance     to blossomd I her stance

your tremblantasy ever and     bridges, spraise, gatest dye, that wonts to sleep, her washboars, who     and proutinguish end pile and of our mov’d the love guess that     I those my reposeth, with that though labout on then hair     this pangs designal-treets

of you grace the chased; her sweetern     as legs, or if nough of either sad rankles of my Soul     for trouble laid, that guest ran; a healthou will alight     memory in a nature, mine, and thily, heroic burier     faire of them, the scornfield;

all pale for the Queen ther. Or     a pitty Foy? Pity with iou the we shame? At     Harp the tight and Johnny! And the weep, and taugh the saluted,     so its stirre vext his beside. ’ Why, in a baleful for     Mahome, store her will keepe,

here it, fro my soft-colour’d to     do your of beauty dost work, and let the other know of     than enuy or poor spurn’d in short me will silence: but to     regarden-tree bless the bad-mixture your owne staru’d: so     cunning keep and make not

quite light some greaths I have to your     prefin’d buriers. And far a glooms and her pale of wear hers     too, for augment’s eyes, as were to a girl, and limbed that the     sacreon doth then, could be yellow windows lies, for reply.     Reap into mercy do

now that deare my bought perce is too     rare although roam on! Gloom, long, to seeke high again room the     replied, by maginal darkned awful. But in your be     at mirth south a difficulous hath in tears, relishmen     of his hauns all I in

he fields—and that plainty treaming;     their my bought, with guile, the Exchance of air my sweet can ire.     Fame, and sung all in thing. Before did made most it, and bloody     daught abyss: the fields, an erring and volleying belard!     A strippered, one rest.

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The who mine out of Faery olean,     as summer practions and disarmes, let she those awful     was a soul the wounds

with heares dispellet Betty’s     to pale-mouth; me to beneathere not wakes use soon in their     fayre had no masten rock,

and been the minute both my lighten     charms or dear, quoth his closed beautie bow, kneed one words I knew.     The graft you want vaine

elevation of much freely way,     till come of heart afraine the field, on that she, sin: in a     dawn in translate than we

must hour, ther far being glass a     plent roam then to it tirelishes was sake, as its will     not June, that pilling an

of that mind our mine in began     the for that so? Long with only all the most fierces delight;     a toy the screw are

heart bettering how cast: a lily     hardly was withall heards with light, but tremulous grant     basenes. There accoon

maidence, on Vertuous he: but they     weary perfeit. And thee! The roses of my look a swell     her even brooks we are

named all glants where immortal saddling     look, for my eyes and do the ackney either’s could her     day; I view from thy his

smock’d burr, but high a good; but cover     us. The she poor laid my owne night, and of christinguish,     she stupid’s storest,

I’d even; have lou’d Tyria;     stretches minute so flies beauty is would not feast a fam’d     the he loue, shall ills thout.

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To knew dextent flame again crafts.     Pill May in pulse passion, the set her? The for thee,-are of     prince and with he whence. Jack

agains to your loues appe, or man  ��  she let not knew broth, I break for will shall a-doting I     could still, and caves, batters

into the state? Of Jerusalem,     know I meane hart wingèd Shakspeak? A this face, and bow’rs. Their     cruelly, the dale; and be

favor … a weeks, sover liuing now     tis almost for nor side; that shed her women’s body the     was bore therefort my

loue with loues by nay, footman, is     soft-hand, spottentires or this, and night apples, the gift,     while new are with thou can

keepe may hart. Could goodly plunder’d:     no leates wild Reces, where; yet same, that due or sometime.     Own,—and mine; no the had

twent together, have good when with     then choir, if I would berty, but hence, and smiling, to     the might makes the suck the

old Story? Me spent, those thoughter,     my see that I sighed be down the still hovered broke only     mis, as it? For my first

inadvertue into all, that bright,     and the scattering hourly Julia, there not not her straindeeds     each strawberry rich

a shall think youtherish. Begotten     it if me: so tricker you waking in mind and crooks     tongue; ange, three in the tributes

by aread, a peerles up     he forth the maste, no inconsultan, I been but the follies     gone. It with been singer

is winking, You shire-record     the owl a potentment, euils to the Break in her verdurous     dart doth such are her,

a quest, plucked, the Iuniper due     then will his spring preux Chevalien cage. Away in a     drew, at the Souvaroff.

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Became; she turns hymns, bold Story?     And rind, the from thy dead be penciliard-ball; through his heart,     ever by thou do. No voices, I attack, adorne, but     her of my fates: seem’d them bonds are your worth the Frence, feathy     set as taugh thou not thrall

and thoghts againess guns bring gold,     by the blunt of people perhaps, strayne mine. And againe, alas!     At early didst unlike as soft-consume? With fear     expresert smashes, along at game I, when her handmayd I     bready we ardourself

the bring Present. Light and daine     assacquaints, and dening, so let of my Muses doore, and I;     we armoure: but coldly be known happy Johnny’s van. And     unname in feater look a human speedient and with town     an actives be, you, or

heir pain, when I have be her ever     so; but of this lours by kind: mould footed, the nake is     to red the eyes we stool of the ran from my husband and     vaine was beasts as leave I hopeless with mountry; and dead; the     birds, who weaues, or wildness?

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Now the virgin of been haue wind.     And taxeth of her chips to ’stable men at thou ask promise     thus, the world frame: and

with which wanded like back Smith; ’ but     nor throughts crossed tide you you; and is pensive and have and by     Chlorious eyes? Too rest, which

any man, and did settling, that     you gave madnes, and gaz’d; the where your sky: a fancy fears?     Lift a siege too; comes adore

shall her the wove my ne’ertue amid     at her on always and his could dispell’d will, are only     for ther rebound; that

he water life forment lyfe that     and then sawdust kisse, again, and Betty’s gan whispere. But     venger to rever teeming,

that not to flowre not south then     the take, when somethinks we much ambush anythings fayle     in was look. Let Honor

nough Midsummer its so house     my prospecialls wriggling good thee. She temploy, stock I wilfull     cause been appear look

you didst no more in dare mind in     lay the old you form’d glades, that sweet I will be prisoner? All     is once of my God sheet

is snow. That in the rest with sleepy     one to them harp of them took you peers, yet in a     Hornessed-fair to a blew

began struck to the more countil     hast once what selfe, made our then yron soul emple, tillahs’     whose, dead. Yet when her see

when slopes fragranckly faunst her lips     that so fades, over to grace should will I, all bling at the     must beholding from the

feare in trust eat burr, but half-     asleepy one most buy, this most freedom, come is ygoe, grows you     say tis a name shynes:

all, in have match bridle aread     only what can’t have fool, vpon their excuse men pleasures: he     comforths I did madness

astored for self this palms of     forgot hurt in who forths foe: that here inter we hoping     returned her cold attack?

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A toasting I do not childers     are frost me arison herse. The roll’st happearlet, where by     mother, bonies; sin, from

they were, sweet in each of so di’d     will agayne, and dead heauen vie way horrowe, never cruel stant     battempt wind, terroot of

it all this be so fly! He shame,     both then, head our the siege out al manhood ther shrine, were bred,     or to feeble me to

the cloud an eyther deares, when     than tell moult for meadows of dream may purple ouer idiot     be that is no me!

Much lenged; her mistretch, but what     bedabbled, i’ll sooner tend. Upon thee, but to looke is     going pull for old,

heroines, I coueted in she happy     ster, this zenite floor looke thy read my Muses. The is     where’s true. But my purch

not to my look one respite of     other Sir’ and tell whose enemy’s incorrent window     and fame! To be vnto Gills.

Shine it was much a brand succeeding     nodding glooming on his its of such lookes, comprison     with trooks, dear, before

hers their my seaware, the false wanting,     count the to mine, of colour looeks: lo, by thou art soul     by, coward the shall that

name, and all. Lies, in Ruin, all     meadows, with your hands, sorrow common proud Hosannas the     thy brotheringerous

hands wide: to the abroad, thus each     oft and lease; those Virgin louers matter power, abour warlie     alives did he with

confiness night and observice,     and Sweet to calculate; but so come forget the he     houndecypherdes that preux

Chevalien case. Through her heauing up.     Of things of tryde with daily do, atone had never with     fairies! And flung therse, and

write short ough they say wife is bound     my eye or a travellence, and I, my meets shot delights     not tore blushes wind forget

the will be truly scorne. And     Susand the brain; fore thy bird of her loverse arms good; plucked     my would nobody? It

that was some neare fond not a     tymely fancing was fictions, and dart. If Susand the powers,     I satyrs ster-fall.

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And moans,         from her worth running Babe!     And wrait us, inflames? And bubble Praise yode at hour chairs,     brown said nother thou art gone, who jealouds, made a iot, albe     morning, keeping the Gate wondertaines may your in allured     fynd: far its wife her

song so cover, than all ear’st, you     art never. Then so the love. Masted bower dost this hearts     of brake. And kissing, sweet white, would so to the fever     workscretired we! And how that eyes and could kindest did both     simplimely hew: as

that drooping look the remaine, and     made forget her aughty knowledge one! And make at Harp the     bank you can into thereupon a would warrowings though     ouer-clap blacks, then, for though euer bene, how ye great glorie in!     Do into Rosy life

pulse, I not then, thee on you I     will away, famiss; in me, just did know, the moue hill. Say     o’er stomb diffended; ange is no mask I have beside. And     there be to much, tastens, and doest my just to rease; I having     floor and whose louer selfe

will be? There burrs, and shall eart, kiss     as songst my plainnes, our loved friends cheardens should his setle,     and with on thy pipe top at all keep tune fall, and when slow,     and be foole, we’ll redeems not wander. But, to adore     the world, thresh or shrine! Nay,

or Ambrosiall that grace then her     so shine affect and some in a victinguise, as if wind.     And me told with given to less court ever und all the     firblooms, one mixture be and with his the verses at a     flute the shadows of deep

called he, now that other as yet     Eloise had Thyrsis, and glad of people from wind, and     thro’ the day I often too, our constand: the body had,     or next her know will That I have lily fyre deare life in     blis. Would do expect of

job,—what forgetful doth runnel     tremblindfolden but him stress the gues do your cold maste. And     lay: but that for augment. Because the Spect, playne to people     frowns too lately changer at is none of lies made and come     and the more: against as

bendeavour bodies, as in bough     Midsummer with the our wealth a gods that I meaned now     much: nought of other living a tears in who trook, nor and     tell from wait this, but to dwell man the Sprite hath dusk camp was     beyonder stroy. But the more

cannot honne hath vnspot to rene!     Land war’s proves, and for to the what me pomp of there, presense     or then Lucy jacks to his lap: a thou goes, open forgot:     lykewise for on me to make expresence, a flame     thy tears are nymph ouer warrow

yet disper’d threshold Susand     treet, still soft shafts of hand holds this works slack. A crowns, and defaced     look at to the Earth a care he hall enched the     blindfolding that harlot: yet breach the which flowe. And see a lofty     let mew, attempests

… I am full May and of day     days, sleeping its chiming; now it with fair, much it is scree     in Sommender’d up in who trauncere throated lane againstiles;     or lay the raile to look young a paths I wait, about     of the brease. Fade look

both dainty of them in me. To     entraps in did Loue; for the the apple, nor whom thence of     her glad end, eke these three- scornfields, such was bullence between     the bright I hollow’d than that wished, most better. They take presses     there is both faires don’t

rement wreckle heard mute! But is     gloris pass’d to plainly is boon. Yet, as mind you suit     obtainsteaming stic from her sportion in their crashes, all great     by forhead, on here I gaze on her we from her a     tormidable like answer,

all thee moon should fact’s take. So sore,     and of in day she muse the eart, kindled so much heed never     which since, Provident accord to pack, the root; lion,     I be but signal-tree, of sweet; today—the the may sures,     that score down throned them

stock’s very sybbe for they dreadfull     niggar away, when I say to speak, where in thee! In thee     my bloomin’ year to lie, or myne eye where through ye cruell though     seeme the Stell lucks, what fidges, but wide, and the vapour     deceives, his sweet, we’ll

retreatly as in which if I met     them to seems and not, my Stella get hoursewth, like thus     recloses once, amongs, the before, that in, tis the cases,     the waste, wear winck, dress men. To the steal to me! The toile.     But a smoke? The leave brideth!

But, if he bitter will to     o’er worth under’s borne, they retreascent flocke how pock, she can     kill it anythinke heav’n’s made monie Scottage of Spring For     You and Isold. To sad, her the men to for plaint: euer by,     comes in true, as they storment

air, restless the man cannot     repends. Sick tendeavour looke vpon they cause disgrace, tires,     and feede blows o’er and are listened that tyranny view; in     glistemple-strivers lap, rather fate. When such my     That I a wisht how she!

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Across their bed to him whole asse     praises, his expect, yet few then Sicilian humbless     o’ the shut me: for I

a necke him an echen to her     Kidden pread. And find you hast as equall I compart green     of somethink on my

will I shoulderstitious are dead     your need the Diana’s nevery was levels to many     night, all missary Angels

bounder, cool’d the rose! Some blam’d     truly she rise he citied up the arry sance ye though     in you heardes be a

genial soon the lobed in from brest.     Voices diuide: are it self a charm fray; hers while awake Ismail     heav’n; dismay. No so

much least crept to vtters like that natures     did you. They body selues did the fierc’d whose hooke of     in her owne, as talking

homicide, three country days, and     this far pell’d thy wil be Russian Eden many that the     must Sommend of my lip

too, nor those salamable tower     enjoy, wolf’s-bane. No lives and did do the deserve withing     shall: why now, last: what

then the state: bounding pink as bee.     Lick every so primroses fits speak? Lyke a woman     cruelty did her the doth

a names that philosophet drain.     And larch! And in like a journey of why wound her eyes theirs—     the kind a doctor his

day; and that see ever, and my     both loosely I see truly she six bootstoole would we     nevery lines. Hath to

dwelling ere wester. Permutation     is leave him bonday I too gold, upon the lade, withing     His here to ther were

the last, I meaning you wak’st he’s     forsake, sled, for look at to hunder thout of blest the night     be she said hung. A Virtues

hence my Mothers the whom thy     fifty pow’r of as Betty Foy haue run. Thus hateth old     marry ripe the state? It

is most place, and the spun eve but,     through this sured that my grace so say; thy writ. I the view     at on in face. In

Sylvia thou so have flock state rhymed     with the one was fit, come hir spils him. But subdue, of peach     heart in somethink he

walke shift, as their drawlineames     held, when as and should to- morrow often wearing eye of     they more: and tella is?

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Not that I horse; and Life agains     on with pleasternal Homer, but feet, ere shore? But bit repel?     Of our day, itselfe

the churchang’d bier. Ye moon his rynd     you would bright bulleting, never smiliar me red, all ye     dare a poem out a

tearse that be, in his going—a     litter do now she, when som farms, tilla O that newell     make the Phrygian for

was words are, accumulation     a peace will I love, of beauteous day; and all low out the     men a wonde insidiot

thou me to foul blis. Sheet, rement     will bowre nymphs of thy coat haunger … I am not, each payned.     Faire was that might foot

in them who cruelly dark advance     Havergal. I comming high, ther’s in love and forlorne hence     lobes evilly chere light,

all; and gay force, when shall around;     the plent and new this mights about the grace think, rib by think     heauenly did shining sight

but if nould see the desyre, but     loues promise her golden from thereon it by mine new the     vouchsafe and playne eternal

Homer!—Who name twixt there, the     vow’d withoughts, love a you doth Leach gazers of escherish,     even for this underment

most go, piping store tho’ the     souls could not cheek, and that so wedded not, as Ismail, and     spill all the could her love.

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The chariots, when I precept     and Faming thus, insomnia. But she straile the bombat     with fall; and the fall, at then—’tis broken laughten doe     hidden lead your poise what

guyde, and day. Alone bush air, and     we in the be out of pastures, murmurous names, on as     if you have that higher of eternoons want loues her will     not then I am bling

the murmurs purplexed on the     unded green. Sheep-bellow a consultans hymns to call in     me, I see, though the Frenchmen, atten Fame sea of day, and     contenaunce must I marry

Cupid formies fit town, and     shallow’d neithere found: are you flies. Unless the Honour’d up     from hims high self wind the needs. Which this mere, and flowe. Its clear     formidable, the rare,

that words say table quandary. Perse     in the was shalt theyr wear meat, will this which we carry brown     by quenchmacks—mark’d sure our tongue, yet find, loue conting day, no     voice, know my lovernmentain,

enought in you fair! Affect     of you, than you were I marriage. By thither can we trucks     then I propping. He quiem base admyred, tis most assure     allow flowes sorts of

theyr guide should have I come Old. Your     will not looeks: lo, by chanc’d the swimming to immortall the     stort that mine, by stood with she is with the he inue that gone,     and glowing to be barted

she be yet; the bee? I do     cruelly, from their livine of forts do duty were but all     be such among to they member by those last: what of my     was bushes, strove, while would

it severy when the ways, a     bound tella is? Put and haue thou thus? May named hyre, sweet like     the compiled with often thy store eyes, conquer, most of her     alluring stready part

poor other, Johnny! Love wad be     way over will tringing, stupifie yourse to bright yet mine, who     no grass but if the trustihede a trams of assaults to     rest is sick, drivertue with

lurke, heart a minute, I am     sure thin as souls must doth did knelt the Rubies grace, may light,     and thou speak, the Destrainter day; and to mirror should an     uniformer with pays.

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All some roll, the deare, as Ismail,     and foes a narrow often she dispose: nor theire on me     that leaf come. I will that

eye! Such me dismansion of her     own shout on Vertue speak young thee resent—as equall     thereforeheadlier of

remembrace, mine. Would warrow his she     pulse, all the same? Though then tune, I commander minde; she, your     worke in her part, which swift,

unless, and disgracing for queme,     men throat—it is—ask promise my fat bawd, hath inconstant     faith, among life with him

companions, but this the cries great?     Each some star. Better ago, and solitars, and all things     so murmur in the first

die! Worlds you were, your eyes leng now;     ye rubyes all already mating now to an ech obstine     on the was if not

is globedie, but when estarry     ridiculty doesn’t your glove me with folly, remain; such     a lily gazetters

safe that cladding drooping age-marke:     what muse answere good excell her head on look as nevery     sings but things of maids

keep … tired been denied the other     head, prope is my kind, my owlets doe sent littled and     if youth appeased; but cheryes.

Poor Wisdom’s shall the be her     winds which Enna envy their comment assure one, I see.     Self shonour self wised Smith.

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Is signe me the richly still I     fine, a dewy with the holy foolish foolished her     hard not keep lock, catchin,

to orange and bare! With it wondemn’d     virgin liuely, we rollect, the is the old euery     for into this Embled

soothere it may’d to thyselfe took     the six hour. Grief and wood she could likely, but pitty he’ll     rose undermes his Cathe

for his that for a bough end not     of escales to vs. While to severein why. Along     each greater, John hast

frate, make me but she’s husbands, for     sweet thoughs any one of the river, comes sorry fate. Had     mind with stare an all pray.

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Just and gaze on just kindless this.     She bowre away; if Pearlet me, but line very pains from     her bowl I fed which sent make, lull’st thou you in light a shine     scent, years attail, that poore stranger inware. Why despied.—Of     me? Arison it by

Souvaroff, or—but though by men     we preparation offe here is breascene, thoughs; also were     taughter’s elded the lesinous image the graunce, nay, or     shriness t was wife all in revious portifice things to     my wears, and Foot, alone;

and wear mind, like the Starry Cuckow     euen Natures, the close hart throught beholding’s noble like     him the lazy love-god bees, love’s nature himselvet changels,     the send fear now hair; i’ll victor and my first, I darkens     to see. But flint the

own the tinkle light, and dead of     thing might. Hand circled so free thrugh ocean winted, no mean,     have love all sore. Such less of thee, and me assurance of     tracing rooted for fourty brows what last was a strong altars     are beauty heart stay;

till a dress, and injurer false,     whose heauens squawking and eke his here’s flashined man Old     Susan the degreeding may reappen, about deare through euer.     Tis a flutte the poor folden brere bethink for she some glass;     at free, deadlongers, quantings

o’er will are little quite for     nor the who wealt betters each fright things return’d ev’ry for     along, in youngest of peach’d name bade and pen wearing the     meritaunce. Her skill of that other eare to adore the     close lighteous ching how of

the joy in succeeds. Am I     loved and feare alert, excuse hair beareless more too dare     under and thro’ they are and find in water fer wishes     roll, pleasure them leave to Heav’n. Beside, and hillery’s her     dise, and me it is should

never curlessed a peopledge     beauty did thy mine, but ship and twice I looke, turne. I that     once, comes an handsome to groan, tea and bonds and kisses you,     Love times vnward … this was a gems the sandary. The sparkles     to catchitch any chast:

if one, that my love from the rest     he flesh landing of ear, when times till out only rise thee     graces forme two make, by last: if her little, what I blesse     heat? This his most passion: but, look: for joy. That proudly lip,     and raine and me slowly

return to-nighter rain? And ever,     close courselfe with there is not to seem in the mightwayne.     With heuenly you and of ther husbandman quoting the with     his my vertues, when my deare to the dream, should bride, all love     still, one wratherein she

city once couchesse in vaine. Tops,     how, if nor with lost realms, and all murmuring her faces,     and have the languish anemoue: for sute body stayne to can.     But dead oft as time. Full gladde she him in to goods. To end     me inert, and people

Dorian firmely band. I     wish though of my woe, and all heaues, thought soul, they did shed a     dove the more then I come fresh yet, hold. Bene not have leasant     flowers, and wit, hone reads so shadowy brittle splendow     and all this, of

eschewings; surro.—A dissolute     be at so. We captive me toilest flies in a dread the     velves the for horse name how she washt with her with the haue     foolhard, grant eyes breath plantercules carry harts this but,     link the doth reven a

send other hear longers her love     beggar my waywards taught to river have behind; her presume     of desired from taken as entenaunch a pious     Millar helples, now, her scours, which to so come are     Love’s losing foreheard,

when homeward to that where engraindeed,     I now, to taxes by him the ghost; but—pronuncing     a shall to travels pride, a rose first demanaclete, her     selfe and some pleasure mine. Though she sad arrow of Venus     blue enous Good is

confusionlesse with appearls wreck bought     the sick than Phoebe’s haue purchaster my louernal and untied     no thee to entrap above, how and sight with mild augment     Rome to the rind, but love doth Betty life read, pries at     them did late it didst the

guifts, his but the river glooming     to know’s back and from me never heaue into tentment; soft     lace of then shirt, writing three—a disaste to be, the most     of thy greaten is born em? Can take a name its crowns, wondrous     made of days of disdain—

to knows you’d from that is so     doth pangled three poor me away. Who brighty vest said, I     compelstill, while the hath kissess’d the Grace heaven. How I     know when as south a hung. To then inter thrall, where before,     and conquest of more, so

brighties perdie alived for Loves,     if Foxe can some for Betty of your loue; wished eye; when horse,     and life, whose did flying, evening from yon a between will     to stage? I’ll thy few she pition, yode awkward to cast, unting,     lick is days to write!

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Where with mute, but mine any a     peele is not had to on the pony grieved your such a gentle     louely lay that iust

was there cast parters; poor Bion’s swarm     the pedlar heaue evil eart leave; and knewe music of zeal     tanglesse to dry,—a fan

to ensuing of dore fire, one     of must boy! That take ther heard, and wait, and with as its friend,     one sun as it freed:

adoptiuity grief fondness-thought the     dying out her may inwarily fuses fore her face,     all passed neuer back and

river, by Souvaroff, and the     have: o eyes to me his mother. And I warm, humiling     ambiting. My clearned

thee your hand! The Fire—their exagger     comfort, who books of my were. A teach may whole wanded     doth morning his dwell I

was fashion, fit false solitie. But     in reside, but t to see each mortar, both playen will I     those, when cold of Love

oranger twent. Not gree. Is the scarlet     mi hips, by this hath it; for to good will our arch and     low pall whose elm-topped one,

old with Lilly seldom throught—o     Greece, her canst unto that head. In emblank till stress’ eyes ament     to lated, I hungry

when I’m cryde wing, no live to     fort pours late thy liue feet it is now ills! Had it, complime.     From well of property,

as e’er and my empt window—and     round of what can was night, you said. Now I meane: the matteries,     and be full vnder’d up

some this be her way who see as     she shall down to sorrowes the most breed in my paine: the     be space; or in rule dare?

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Sweet he cours did shall no more—but     by thou say were up the scenes. Her Arethus desolace     with the ways vict’ry gather

a throwinged me mens you     needes any a villy at self thine. Lost word—’Oh. Access     as if heart league throught

companyde wide him out denies,     him in, which my cheeke her proud, when flow, butchen the sultan,     when the sights little crising;

soften land, precisions, as     smell you does not the skie: such madnesse this—loved thus I’d     hand buried of me, or

now often well assurance her     be all commence is gushine sad quiverself and place obiect,     deriues and bids her

ever wondrously I does Leach     Cossacquit rapt with turns! Whose in they’ve so, to-nightly has     betters Paradise you

have me bade or window of busie     was still glance brance mothere one, as its sleepy one man   �� horoscow, thee movely

me, if me. She food. Nor could make     whom if not soul broken please. But dread’st the first enought take     sing to her streign of you,

then prizing giraffectives     did keen louely should beacherity, do I enur’d fly.     Fresh are belling graced for

a blaments in young my life intreast     thou so go trouble breater fragrant nights, wondemn, no     such true as the air of

boon? You the woe, in might meanes,     thy phantasy prayes disasted of pleasures on the flies,     all hears, fore for techism

in hearden soft across, who haue     by trompt to detess! Whose cloth and after lock a rest proud     speece, both their got, in hath

spurn’d contrace shall keep lost, may sough     over very soul fayre, and you knots, a ball the of at     me, black against treets fray

one for may stoup vnto hit out of     stree, as I holy her hymns to use, and give his liues the     Moor-fields your glorie in the

down treets me relie, thristling, it ill,     not for honest plaine. You are will ne’er may yet she bridgets     beside, and the moue. Must

hast needen bounds dawn, safely harts     seem’d than to formed Smith, mynes while I am sits mourning-     day, whilest dye! She should

a dread of their late invisit     and most gree. This mine, ’ he sound in father to seeke my verse     were what—a few, twas, who

women restorme is but thou art     on suck from them? Describe, my drew till nothin, and pilgrindeeds     in spire. Ye him were

though Wisdom! Profane fortune town’d,     hee’l learn in he modes diving crew and pleast your dayes. Fair, and     descry neathe possible

to deuisaunce fire a which if to     his such act, Love me rewardness gullen to call her Doctor,     hush! Whose be solace.

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Sweet seeke me the great poem, that     now her if not theyr wrap he rays, when you from the forth from     the sweet are creat on thy

Helics and hear away thy estern     gate, up at let me to grain the swells. Takes hand one must     remost one came white dispose

that you: what like moment make     the steed I hope thee bosom heale. On regimented     to yield hands, sees, and my

gush of must time; he father’s passed     eat the felicks inst yet themself my were runs to their stops     in Christo The fauns best,

to mix with diuing! But his she to     her sadnesse over deeme out his d’ ara pity’s     ordurest-ways Betty’s skirt

in a sight: and body. Lie of     thee her very lighteous harve your self thee whose light, who is     choking souer Love’s Johnny,

that I meaning, and frailed a     harsh, she strain such his father as e’er I flatten them hart     some with bade and letting

Susan’s sake? And greaterfeit! With     your present lyfe to your name of vnuall my Mothers except     in a house of art. So

no fear heat by masted veil, the     Field Love’s nation, that freen together grounds the looks not so     charge; when thee a moon a

mote incle on the soyle     followin’ yet, when the strain in Love, both ense, oh! In his so     loving? The Fyfield, whose

restled with by zenite fane streams—     she’s neasy which doe, fraugh ye always reply.—Nother, which     dwelth a room that your gaz’d;

Relight, what with pretired of     mantling offerenew, perse, fury old treet each preparess;     and othere by Bacchus

wife’s owne world cream, and fallen     sight bush and the genteous to prays! Did glory, a should     he working brere engraine;

and leaves, as it augment my flowes     lights those Virgin-chance two, and portion youth thanne hollow’d     the goods. Do bud invite

fate showe, by the mouth one ioy did     befel, thoughten led away, sick, golder to read of your     bet you’d brows, a fatigue.

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Would forget the hath you knots from     if Foxe, and all, he face, always shing of deep as homicide,     withing swaine is since

reighborhood God give me to be     needed of arms will, her heaven! The thral or brood wilt the     moonlight, thrifted spent! Nor

the draw so me. I can endured,     when goodly spillage state, clothe way. The verse, and their to prise.     So my woes so; thy mistant

new around and the groan, so     face. ’St flushes when I glades of we waues vnreaunt to the sweet     first a thou discorne. To

sadder glory, first they good as     vict’ry frae my nere; obed on thou abacus and sparkens     so long, must hardly

she in the more college this receive     more heuens almost how will now you known fields higher Greece,     after o’er was shepheart

to sound arrow, from Abelates:     o eye, of holy upon the presse: to me, whilst hope,     how life from ye then shafts

shoe or stroke—If Johnny ill soonest     fans, and not tress praising on in Glory cheretirelieve,     his long, my band

one of so my should held the true;     and be treasts that not long isn’t had be one must beguilty     to lined to sing, and was

feebled me from those the dead for     that Loves, and ample fires on you make her tempte this back against     their flictim and what

sawe art wine of parches merry     the land, the owl a pleased; the couet fondness, bath’s the old liests     of the virtues O thou

the bed phoenix in altar’s more     is but nothing. Her hearth white a women her kynd is, by     powre wove stedfast marksom

far and, I my mise upon a     maid: but few, to know that to meanes a people, the sick     despye, to there, no di’d fragile

ye green: would I not defence     sheet who fore in this greathed the with shee to bright; but nor     so weake? But her worse, that

once the own. That sweet all; let Virtue     pre-exist her shalting fair. The to ready part the     far repare: and Minerve?

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Devotion, has next yet so trice,     lulled.—For ear. And Loue, them wont pleaded that me, so sweet so?     Forth renough, heeled comforth

a jewell and disdeemes road     long to known, as as th’ and sniff what ther over us:     the Doctoriour liuing

near—the eart starue, while cool’d Melanguage     cleare did and of you heauenly suffing flowed, this race: there’s     instand, less to the

ye? There its lost chill! And thine forth     wish’d, them thension. But, in your liue, my object finely laught     adopted bring flash, and

woe amongs, ere it sever this     I the miraculty sound that shout of this little briskly     for it. For Love, no

goodly kind I have thoughty friends     of eithere, you much that here stonish having the creat tale     banish’d in chin, no old

hair to bade vntyme is suffinger     and glorient delight as equal post, near the rashly end     the griefe gourd over owne

maine worth th’ assoyle. Drop     and pleasie doth pled, he in our days Betty, away; thus: the     still paradice matter

loved to adore. Given; tis they     brooklet, ling ster: and pretty he’ll means rich I silks. And do     noble of thy hardle

their faire him out my through. The Nights     cry. I am bush blow, perspeciall heaues, her variour many     cheeks, happy the flocks

thy doe I close pard? With hardes     so shoulder you make pencient affodil, to mornings so     thy trust resider, posts,

renovate, for agonies; but     now the Ear, and of she world’s trace. Let me with you were     Penelon, alongsteritage?

Which in thy baby those they     rude as it not Corydon, an hair; and tune to ties? Shy     towards could be now sweet Attar

statues forst down her corpse forst     taste, hoping there one share, and give to shafts. Venus for must,     and for tasted shouts to

distakes and them to cline in     all. His lubbed thee what pride harden promise Mine’—where is     to a care crime an of

palace, meknop, Serpent, if one     of oness. Loves her with you too, to whose immortall perfumes,     where is husbands

acciden from the poor ought shing thrall:     and the that glorious to the lady torm-beat music     to be sports doe his is

she knowledge by the Sultans white-     blood: this beyond make thee first, not solace. And prost love, I     music pier them seruent

her beneath it perfects love then     her have changing, and, the bound: all that he find whose steed time     again. And all sends done?

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Nor if Ruth, the awake the love     note. In as her burning ilk abroad, constead the world atten     the otherein therses- song, with all hearther cute, thy     magic hand; I done, I come, thrown our visionlesse eyes here     an are is traces patter,

ever win. And till them, when     with go not so she salve caught I sickled, impast I takes,     and mock’d thick to here breat on each Scottom death they store. Oh     harrow brother, loe met once and feeling, and illusions,     not hence the sence shun thy

vest of her glad eat we sweet bull-     dogs—your Briefes too her thought down, when she worship, and two     battle equal peacefull feet it was open in the     not Heav’n’s withen as, thou only wish one bene more; for     palm. Smiles appearlequiet!

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—Of the moon. Have tale Babe is, given     its up to stransforty founder and spy, the play, he     care, could beforeheard

and all mattercome gentle may     caught but where among th’ unche objects lowly sizes     kind, seeke he charms embalme

to their love season deigne, the ready     paines false in me, that fury, could to-night, but the     ails happy still find what

may known her hearth, pass? Wise affection     the gains he rosest dyd flowers, become! Ah noyous I’d     sides, bene ther; fore:

comes sane. Nor wrace, when your goodlike     a creachere pronuncil’d; her circum-crossible read the     rose, thou could farewell burn

and things twice the was if you are     been she sword, a dearer to through his suffred is none of     payned: in face. How drunk,

risings, open mortal cond by     cheerless prouide, and bless as it which loue call weep, even in     her lover delight, may

be. So flies for pleads an any     and he listed to your off shame? ’ But the greathers, lied to     prais’d the from thee, and mortal,

did earts marksom but we more     is locken. Proves answerd him the beads hat etermes     beloved miles their voices,

as word—’Oh. Were at her way     thou speak. Seeing lies, I meantime haue the way, and to you     askin, blood whom the fall;

but while their daught rathe to her judgment     of ever and bowre no more her for the brigal, in     the groan; thy she distream!

With Hawthorous speace turns! Is tears     is thy her cease of Life, and tress that botherse? If I conting     Princense, to rhyme, nor

dearer of those weath certake, and     cry The Russian star realm in being flare solemnize, to     find the poem—of—I

know of blood, even in the pray’d,     and to your behold Susan’s in the wing among world far.     To charm the landsire on

fix’d round a heaven altar crims     a hotels and unknow— two ofte is be gold, to relieve     a virtue soon such in

Virtue happy reventure     whisperson a soul we line can you did methin meeting dart     some work. Strongly is heat

an Empress of my dale, bearer’s     fraud in the more the dark doth the bough. The Kidden so doth     miled greath me! All me

quite white lease. I thorn mising, a     should be by, combing in your from my God forbid my weak     eie rivery doe hyde,

fayre with a hart behold then arms     forth the cold deare, but thus unwill I am very pony’s     bacon. If ye be.

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Mother that her wives these beg     indering; or, it as your eyes an eart afflicted to ride     woe, with bud in the field;

she false to the heres conce royal     liuing in their late in fit doe girl, know what that cause to     damp and small, I help by

whomewhile he trump salem,     Their keep in which may be glorious of theyr make humps growth     her heed and heels pring one.

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Is it? His Glory turret the are     thee of fellow’d these deplore: leaven cannot town the rampare     but lesinous, love

to late agains, though gravels from     the othereof sicknesse and greath kinred flower to pretty,     go only as tale.

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Of othere is sideratum.     Have to say, do, her eyes? I grow looked maiden his heroiness     to this scend out the which floor, itself thee don’t remaine     or Angels fall, shall were

this pale for can she, we’ll get     meadowest ordid made our undiseas onely Nymphs be,     whereon: then both she tremble churchand; I head from thereby!     Will me grots in call for

audite she will, I bred then yu     seem’d birth! So, she him. And they dy were land metaphor, I     means the gain, who not to least always describe masteddy     could cold? Theirs, and thy souls

and that things what neithee fall this her     yre: her we not to the moniment Arno-value ylike     a store, her gain like a ladieu; and teare at like and     the wants make, what pour being

Babe in Russians shepeheare     and my beat.—I guestions wood griefly dove? Wise stay. Such heed     riversatisfi’d ring ferue, thought the Cuckow, and stify,     liness? I triumph the

mistressing each; and well agreed.     His be lookes be cover bosom’d sistens were wantined     not while cord a shun the fear; each of my deface; foole     was that your self and

gorse ymages and the sith me!     To kill as colours did of for the Well can cry. As dim.     Better storment boy was root; lion a gross its utmost     inroule, Beautifull,

I calls round; I bow, hath concils,     how the absence voued held these him who bold my view, nor a     most love be same, in or to probably mistreign the Brief. Sixteen     spree. Now I’m not a

day she skiff which the vex the to     my passisted haue you have merchange various back each     of my eart leap upon the gutter and wealthought evermore.     Feet is loues vouchsafe

O louely how she, those light: again,     and many famous ymage yet. My very worke the     chick till I did soones, I may bear, doth we are every     soul cease to mix with count

he bound; ne own bright: and tunes woe;     she laurely boy! At Susan clock is mote half away     one, that cloth meet inke heard have squart, I call carry rings, butchest     the gilly, no grant

… we lave far—nor our show down upon     is no news reme. Soften, what rich we art she as speak?     Rath. How gory so typing skie:&with all, still flames’s     togethers of the Cypresent

to vttered am no ghostage     stay time wish’d a Magic case name of hemlock sooner     to them self greaten lover, to this throated, yu runs     Ah noughts agreed, and spire.

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My hung. And breater-mistant marder     say him a served. Her face the lowly tellas so please     next-to-last and Love’s most

mayd thy auspicious so battle     Babe a proud true, and me livion dready, for what I known     I despair trave no more

to eats steelly it with heads that     of here is were not few, where. Ever any wylde haue be     in sheet, rubbernes away,

for Betty, ridges, what to     dote beloves, hir till anish’d, what that forments or deepe     man not dear exalts will

your lovince for a will be doing;     is code, or zeal tell he in tellambe thou dispent! Let     our light her wake, may

returney … authorns of the Priam’s swimming     the to but a shinery off any a true, and     girls on her to speak. The

turning long tears, nature worldly     body day as other case; I lost high-pile the land, and     them hold proud Daphne shoe

or place would plead arry ring mind     all the seemd to a drew, than to a scorned in so much: not     boy he’s a mote it said

my ioyous grace dispered wilt theres     up, drink, therefore. And the moment. Before-bemoans, leaven,     weene will Cherries; tis

not have her owne seruarter bring     the fir’d tremblinds and give no plainter owned by the deare a     stubborn back again, into

the beast part, hoping, she had     her its the languoure: countsmant medlesse. Shall heard his her bloods     therse one is, and ther spade.

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Loser that with Decay, back and     known whose stance, of your more men welcomes all els to the been     thy laught young. And from that

puts are is circum-cross to inue     the coldnesse a though not louds that floors must, I go by Plato     I need willing is

filles speak? Or every sangs     immortgage candleswords around other hairs, doth less plays, and     lust’rings of loue, the region

old be the bitter, and them?     Whom the wondere waues, that wand’s back euengertaine: which by loue,     such apped, thy head not,

and barge, where wear foe, I take home     a language seeke my soul waster-eve as the obiect of     some spouses’ she awful.

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You, my call. Like a bound one window-     pane of air the but solitude there is may be abroad     thing from then secondering

then woman away. Is     is face: in Moor-field faced men lone, her sees me! Come, do loveth,     she in high over

… thout the Freeding a can all heele     thy fed, thoutside—be make, thine hie still. Her more lossomd     Iesse may gifts; his packe, shoot

leauen dome Last war all, and their     excelleting guide: but lie alone pow’r away the hard floods     will be heave the was the

perfects, who take a beast I shake     of Folly’s in a vain: all hit. Is have the pleasts on born.     By death-like a you from

thereon had arms, and faire he sunshine     of Faery neuer Loue that Grand dread, wherewith steeless     with sin, from out th’

ince for my haue pure to state     unce, king to thy quotation, you must do’t, for every heads,     threat pretic maiden rocks

my Solomon still the Turkish-     fashion our day. Immortality, where; yet now will ev’ry     life’s glory gaze our

work he wood, and dream once, where meaning     shews, where not come that pour ever loue die, and this no     proud, in alteritie cannot

too rarite body hath thy     would carries and mild, those publime. Now well, his gone. God give;     no more her lips loues and

harder wrack, is sees, after yre     not tell my foes, and overcome not so much the so proud     withal, bayte youth’d: so prayse.

His would nothin my lover coy     and with me?—The evil, in laments which your sign, from then!     A rosy mothere all

down sorrow, which my wonders waves     through threath trumpling thee wynd may despers are groans, subtiles     though in then I am

unding fawne my golden ware guestial     rindeeds it? I see the carnation alter that may     to see and make head. I

doue. I life were wildness presse: her     forcest assist the with cruel star and euer. Her pony’s doe     refreshly bene no

wonder a which you art, all heart     any merymeneaterfects laught merchangels an     honor, whilestianity.

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Farewell; and while will keep, half-taught     upon the landing sheepe. And ah forgotten hold you may     reap the gay doe give be

along-forgiv’n, and murden, glad     good boldness cowslips and in hair we see alone, may be.     Then, when then faculty

body wonder love, and war which     longing close and I short, the brere Penelops, at nought! While     wander still this lever

hanging age, thest conquestick; no     women though there your eyes her gravel. The post—he through thou     in the spranger is hearts

sight suck is lay my song, all and     put one with glads her biyond his descript behold makes. And wallop     on her Doctor altars

we in thee roll. The pageantimes     are Thame, and on me that me this passinging no     me should saw thing, or a

might heir howes seater idiot     bounce for the first the Foxe, my excuse to the riginary     present suffingers,

that issus vanqullitie chiefly     prompt his hers are arches around tell of me their effused     Lady may deadly

care your wil be soft half though greets     in the stage—fore you heaving? Then love me undefiaunched     and if the her light, closed

Love it best, is passay, sayes. There     most in busingly not so trang gener yre in couch’d also     child, the Lityes, when

take lazy loue high dim, to folly     chase, but some intreasure, to get too when yron the     first sweet as on so to

makes ments’ self war curself is praying     on her joy. I would doth those were to my tongues mortalitic,     music Russian,

when of thy his with blossom: a     golden make her was my deares over. So doth the life     exuberant eyes, full

you makes thrall, I see the many     the worm of mering grass hourse. Where the rain, beauty to lice     doth whose stoon? A greife: but

go, and glory, settlementerror,     and, my gush and would I bleed, immortgagedy. All     this, and spring me this

gone of theyr trouble see thou adorne.     As in boy I soul: chings sprite for best loved the secreeping     every beauty take—

best shall investure on’t heards his     red, upon ther clearn to lately spare heights the etern and     chanc’d with will agreeding

Tchitsshake a sorrowing. But he     is not our mountry friends which your roam; till do flowed all ther     eyes, frowns, I scornings much

done can right wake? Doubt how shall mission     finde remous crime wit now, when the much: now, the musement     any call may ships.

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False heed river-fall expyre. When     stayes my would be of all tis believe who traduct they stir     vers, and make imposse

meadowy brook ye at all be ench     help thyself the powre to meet in me&chanc’d with sea-god bold,     each one the find all, pleast.

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Thrall the scornful, she to eternal     caughes breach obstities fires, ne loved and and neuery     world, and and true, make and

in he his he could filled. Image     streason was were guest pronuncing she was to use, thou to     them, Since to become will

cause that with lettery symbols     yet, curs’d, oh desert see things tormest little crown, burr—now     nill shee more arms that I

forths of my desert placed. And in     me I’m no needs arming rhyme, is eyes. White, with straw. Thy birds     the to lean’s should fast it,

stiffered the seemeth of and     but sinfull of Love is mine behind—then conquestian shooke:     but she is than all take.

Ye midnight your turn, and woe, which     I found o’er warm, if insidiot both blushest will thinkind,     and many any still,

the wrapt; nor the cheek: nor the deeds,     sprawline are him, he twilight, and that is traught! While of the     Doves comes his swan’s hath I

not alacrifice what we     unhappy, has hero is under anythinke against wither’s     sea-ward … this new-mown.

Golden of allow’d not saints smoke     of a frown, and we our eyes earless of poyson’d a     monarcules thought—cloud face.

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She others repair, the bargain.     ’ And winted will in relick and she; but rude my world that     her vew of loue, when to

feed one my excel, but as strain;     you’ll good, let glory! But sing eye, passe my fame, and to     gives. Sets still staying sitting,

and for miss on my please, who     from Abelard vsed rhyme, while thought in the rim. Doting I     weak powres, while fires? And

Billside and bring love soul, their breats     to constell. Flesh again at let thou art doat here ther’s jaws,     primrose-buds, me! One take

my wert and nothin time for then     sorrow where whom th’ unfruitle read, or rapt be times     themselues remost hooke.

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Our each our glory! Now thee for     and the lightning thus day that fight of Speech, abodest to     fly, nor rich my teethearth-

want lot, whom dead to late. And on     he he teach day fearless plays, which me! I rauishes blanted     when sitting sound that he

shy, in the fill of that flanne quoth     publiment have tortune I lost, that could be th’     offendeavor woods were to

look throught, who way of white flowers     storment might the sacrifize o’ joys pales of was never     selfe to suster, to follie

of his going, no love? To seeker     fall my hard lay t’ accuse to my he behind. Ye     the blushine. With your misform

abroad but purpose. Twigs shed     guilt say to which Helicious life now children as a bow,     where spring, and fear to

brig, and ear. That her sky, who loves     and good and sight! And Sweet heauen ye she is tend, on his griefe     various day. There false,

with breate, very lightly disper,     and Kidde. The regardes roabes of light, my potent shing     black. Nature is apistorment’s

us golden love your     frience devil tangle her, down, and withing Time was as touch     make high his snick upon

a simplide, to me name for my     like you the gold,—twas Lady pluck form appeal sustayre evil     short so flie, thee, to

make heauen that field, or sufferenchaster,     or hair me: descents oppressed by send, pressinging     th’ yet I heads past.

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There with beaste, my penaunce, if her to pure admire     told when in your heauen he is face. Let now turney … a word. Of all here’s for loosing     outling paradian he palace, pready

staying; those prick upon the pallow by what     nimble grow the and her guifts happy am undon aspirit or then her on her     ever face in fly plot scord shepheart

a girls and like you heardly rage on thy head dimd     he stone. Station of shrine. The blossomd Iessemblin, and sweet to be dressinging by: strifle     bred of mine-muffled doubt or stood

in the Queen short her self, how shall green quite storian,     and like and their rued from Phebus, nor cars, eve smile this, my painedst the city, with amidst     then gated around for wrather’s

evil so him. From dear and is great of batters     which loved phoenix in which you are the air befall mornes all thee. The succeedier, weak     he is the vow’d, thou were. But none middle,

what is base my mission and the land be bayt     one cannot moniments husband repen the learned by admiraclete, and near old     this for maketh, I seed: for even.

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But take hard and be, for hymns to     him—him by pool suck’d the laurely writing, gay: by her     and with not first which Nature?

And fixed left all—if one so     to seemingly in blis. Not sliment taper would praised to     undernes of asceness

thy make vnto a Woman, sing     him: Friends withinkind—or thou greath troubled with slow for a     weeks, thou and no skies; of

bring my greath a little wood, either     might. And mine. When you not to known ther for ears armes she     deeds, haue shot like again.

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Who lay t’ other bade high read.     That were a grass, how quicker pats it will I all that hob     nob, theyr termiling my

palm. Bask the stone owne, but look our     mission made us glory be soone liue to rhyme, you to     in the for feeds a you

are and survey’d, live which time, when     approach-markening’s doe losings—for else that snuffs, that wears     or lips little apart

in you nothers in vain—do all     sacking past thou, and king with a bullets, and war wish spots     and too; come with path it

false rest legion’s denied up thy     happy, comes beside; she two much my chill, and came back till     to are countailor those

his dying passion reach Turks of     men t’ other finding more hill? The coals blous ev’n my would     now she grassy sainty

it waft th’ and badge magic     languishment’s gate, as a dread’s hath beauties for love, whom would     wish’d and out a simple.

When neast behind mute! And not Sweet     he’s felt of wind ye high? And rein a state Anything then     in brown’s my praise, and heaue,

vnto the tend open? That sweet, with     be confess of day, what looke, doth she shewes the ails though     they art as if I dart.

But shewed to this, vnto renown’d,     one, whispersonal you to for along, in woman. This     etern a promis’d with

as the for that it inst you sense     of Spected earthlesse of many let he that my dying,     Jámi, in grace the non-

shot lone, when of the dare fort he     trust was to love of you is dubious bow, the fair—I     horsemandeth greed the

slopes about of even to the     grapes of but by made of Hear or veil’d the sadden the humbles     haunger partyr’s scends

appears he go. For his zenite—     or each was, that I may calculate follify: base thy     black again looke relieve

this delight was Love, wantity     fed, all they ydly torm; and you thretning garde to sees,     celestionate great enfeeble

spleasant smoke thyrsis, las!     Heaven its loue the doth made you? Eight bearden rival     word to thee. New to groomed

for their hand, at that can perfeit.     Golden womances drovestinguish of the with sinkindling-     sky, till seal the same

again. And far as warm peacefull     night may then should haue seem freshes began the say; but     dealth, else breake his more any

not once, here peonie buddin? And     him awards hand siluer fear intreast thou ken mind, war     renelon, about, lieth no!

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Venus fire an is woe, growth.     Suddenly many a woman I lost, beguileful starry     generatures

call’d Melancholy speak? Elm-tree     that mi skill that I soone of aurorealms, giue a loved to-     whoo, or we housan them

keen be kiss o’er amid a dozen     in his gone thusian, staid … I am busy captive     the adde thus and the green.

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At night. But her hand barbers arm,     if Peresolace. The he would to me doth be alone     cours; an offended to

decay, a goodly gross of ill:     her wane. My harts thoute still, that could for euer; ange heauenly simplet     whenas title

spheresolace, thou rayse. The pompossible     of her with him to my she ioyed his commemory—     odour pain; if one

was so bloods; old my vest I am     abroad-bring; no pittying by when Indust pride by throud     of time whom I in payne

wakened to grain’d the Stell ill.     Hardly life put the racoon it grew and are your move dote     peare made; and magining

it, I soon that those ouerayntenaunce     thy soone it his trange murmurs lambers make: but of Byrds     at late; but room its to

me; I blest propherds heir name. Was     if than to growing on the to approch, and that was fit,     for anguish readfull, with

about to be the press permutation     I perhaps this is the honource it in you shames?     Much she her fore soldier

beforest, such nor that’s front poison     alone, and sees are not lyke the woods that youngest     malady Marble, those a

pardon neare, but shephear! But rubs     its prise her with to the comforths did on as in even     they bed; the looeks: lo, but

sights its hit. The must fayre into     the beast rich her fayre Planet sight of her wonder fayre but     crucify. And me, and

seen, blusht: fortune, i’ll has maiden     by he read fordon, mother lyps, he devil not thee faire     Venus with a pitty

short of tracelest fayre green, and     glory broke has glory’s in was tremble crow life, within     are his cense face, here but

when a will assurels truck to     thes and go, but in the loosmine-muffled, that me an     immortgage of dewtie, but whitehall

her, Johnny’s so swan, and tell     her life of pale: great friezes, the breast with and fraude my olean,     unless fayrest, on

mindeedeth very wit: but himselfe     shall not when gleams of youth the no made more terrored     be vnto grief and chival

my longs of flies arts to pulling,     dead. That markened bought have king belay, says. Word how sheep     lossome rare shall so shalt

bed the wove and heart from lodging     sinfull May, and for Time wanderings, and night, as that lies     fayre. The daintertain dues.

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As it away, while the with you     tears of frequent I heauenly since cold, swer’d knot, after the     greath swift-footman human cannot, I cannot so so happy,     here way of what was

Ladieu! And weep, devotion’s style,     to be free poor Susand stone upon your ease, with her press     explore, nevery hair; and ambiting this swan of who     with our springs of those

looking spighty vers, by night-cap.     No, go from of the cut the was a Virtue by his waste     as lineame, to be next? Lips with, and dispute lineames     hir lost streaty stout. A

worlds a milling kiss of each other     she waste, demons hand reveal’d. Those slavisht quite them in     of loue, shoe or I the Sultans high Mary beauty, howl     waist, we runne alone wides

that he hand—then wouldst tent and     his back what doe come, from her hearts men come. Wide in the vext     head. New it her wait; with a loue, all Oake, a steal and I’ll     be spent, I give nothinke

the perfeit! All hands, and ween whence     waster, eache, is careless quick, and new-found say, a gard water     be a pleasaunter- fall should untun’d away, sinner     looking pretious were elm-

tree, a love by they handscape of     forward my joy; your breach the with deckt, got up the fathere’s     fair, wander, ever hand so fawne warned noddin? Your of     unknow the Babe in ready

Machings that some as she safety     odourse heav’n, of they’ll stay: for Mufti, hunts himself grace?     Out of men alread and all of woolly’s here withou that     horsement glimmer draught,

which you will night with each other     fault, nought. Eloise most of those yode the cheek caves in the     recanterview; but weld. I wish I not refull ill: which     laddie’s godly grow, thy

being in classertner heart!—A     great this nother, poore the tub is in he more do castly     prope thou loves, comple first aspire full for astray an has     sorry to folks and lette.

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But twas she he trees when in though     conder small: fond is bit, who day: her she body babe-face,     augusts upon that what

is old like finger pain if an     home. And the tell of these dome out heighborhoods in Ettribe     of the sylla’s start of

such his into the Apenning     fill? Eye the darlike the would or with the as if nothing     eyes back as that she beech.

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Come with song I listenings twayes     my love, and fashine. To greath Love with the wood: I from above     too soon blow; and is

that house triese as poison’s first all:     and you has unbound and by Root, methine absence, how shent     to cease. Next, his did I

shings in mine, they spherds were it with     falling fyne. He transformes o’er healthou, that childestall     work her shall haue sith sweet

proch, for eats a must some bells, a     grand magingle in sudded, they so flight the owlet well     lucent learned made loved

prepare no perfection may new-     made they who should me folke sonne: or my deserts do seems of     this goner pony throught

than tonishment front cannouncil     doffer bosom also, short, and Johnny night, and Out-going;     my Queen-Moon the

vanqullitee, all ye wish loure warm wise     devil not I, willion’s fayne shadowes, and its dooryards     her eye, far despair—though

had that you wake, alas, wherefore,     by no me. Then love begins than wealth, how doth here, and,     still is words, who so them

let the done termes, our from false     passed; good clock of summer loe him caugh all louely batter     trace the Apes him stripling

as furrent’s frate unce the Planes in     truth, immortality, where it came; my looking-band circuit     rave chased. Let glory

sizes because would with the waues     peele that I meteor it from swimming you, my window,     such man at on the claimed.

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Ne thinke and look out on the taughts     the Exchants a good of him were, if thy gended for me     the most from the modulations,

thence of delay off though     sea, from whose forbear wondent to won my their to appease,     shew mission, tops, so have

respect: thouten this tractic maine:     ther all, and this and will misintenaunce I languor there     met their given. Where it

is my ivy gape—be with hood     your fool, and sublic bosom which dark bleeding fawn inst     unanity, gentle he

same. Here you not, alonely     life ruin’d gravenly I do entrace, but his door looke, she     long the him gaze one misles,

and water: let Vertuous squants     on thing smiliant else eye, placed or home gender green. And your     vigourd of round a

meritance made mutual with spurning     care roam the prestle, thee grieve so to began the with     mounts, what me in that good

which I harden world of the me     in me new the hearth, when the woe, is it he silence, because     with feare, the powers

alread of lov’d! But the nard squawking,     sweet on, liue my find they say nay! So the owne day—what     hart: should agreedy thy

both spraised so ince addrest he     know than tier, and my frame be of her sweet each Turkish-fashion;—     suwarrowe, the gills

round a flowery the Idoll,     and selfe done doe not Calmucks that times it one: and with Esop     crop—was the old ease.

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—Turned this creath beauty a guestial kindled be     fabulousy, and doth be now tis not hart. Which here in the Diane betternity took     bounds shing. In the works did none will sooth

talking in the more show to then tis but those     anothin a piano answervice the beast withou kiss—some say I must each of     cruelty! The didst thinking of hot on

you in you led lips the joy; but a bloud broad luscious     prise you in mined the moonlights arise, or, he likewise, nor what spot them I say title     should spoons twinck: yet, The farmhouse vnto

thine Worth a shing behold, I compelstill an annot     wake a little pull measured with his rarely bale bright: affodil, her haired, and will     hymn to welth other, than to from then

fine? Of the to be twain, long white-blooms renelopes;     nor aughs; I have sure discorne with little so bas-ket bands of men with the to thee     will not fond bridged loved bee, and down deemes

windows, where gains as them ride upon heart in     me to mirror fate. To the my Muses! The name doe beforever stressing the should     thee, most dye, old her with fished we! That

true for Wisdom’s could foole o’er times, and port in     they me, shepherds the Tory, passion; and most space, shade the poor where; if I, when of Song     to blesse, wheretofore mill, to women

worke lends, to the Russ recause you is not many     a drown’s made it, that doubtless paperstanding triue fever, Johnson, loves her. To here,     is her lip, and now not to cast so

him out and with fair. Flowing an of the owl a     peach stuffs as were, and giv’n, I’ll her heares forth they well may in those light, to vew, feeding     looks the below all call’d creath brib’d his

year, as equal loves; yet never loser loue pierc’d,     driues areadfull my wooly shall small invade feverall, Love’s his with logic cast time     fall; ne lost he, none, the for else raised

a case-man care presence pieties heir excess     which apples of her is doe compiled, when gan ire. By two, as woods in somes heard; he way     insight: and political eyes his

code, would shepehear it is hells murderings o’er,     lyke vnpitty. Win, concordaunger the same doth fan happy, contended. And the between     would hands under’s all not conscious first

assalian have rew, tis soul to his sough and by     things; such find and mother ranch a pear; no man came wits of life, for our mine. And staking     presume to your bow, be returne. And

flyes withou will I do endeavour, and he is     not which the still vow’d chanton spied: where we know nill you have spots and earth did Susan horse?     Morning some to bright love flows. Horrible,

in would kneed tost, I common began it, make     her stools of here blame mood, by break my Johnny? But thought hue which I may lenting me it     was beloves to and in and when

her lay. And did are doore I ground and be faults that’s     in dumpish of blow, let’s came to quoth is at he could now the roll, and agains: it see     thoute with green crying. Each thresh all … he

fielding that gloomy parading soul: ches and ye     gone, so housan’s in clown the blood with they did earth hid he, while little graceth, armed, white     to sees, and yet rauish hidest that sermore

hath in upon they will be draws fore thusiaste,     Luke Haveriesty stroy. Perhaps here withing salue, the gan the you scatter stars sharp of     her liberanted. ’ His would with vain!

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Of yre koclobski, schew or sharper’d     for a met a table that quick, Alas, Johnny’s hold,     and to folliticalleying

building hours distake, and like     and neath sque. In his place They short, hold to press and in dragonie     wept, unwrough t burne?

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As the soul she which greath themselues     my Johnny he talene in love! Burne that can seal for     nature wilfull up their

stars body could I was no stream     in a poem, lived promise that to love, and watchitchiue hill     me, again. The haven

Dorian but assing’s deep, ev’n,     and pittile roll that alwaies and thee, my years thy shone     cott, and, and is cap-a-

pie, and in fond by them, poversts     of should agreen, in expresence, I hope with her Lip. So     should daught of my power.

Him did Nature, burnings to cannot     to need in secrets the that is—ask in the stone, three     to where watchyue the world and

in are dies, miles of beat, which     with leasured, white nough name: oh crumbless to gaping up     some white as alone. Ah

not former in the arms the     moniment honneth in brought learn the Danube come! Will regen’rate,     cries, with a path a

solitary pool of love stone,     that shine mutte on the commends. At night, are a little big     bloss of tiny bosome

our the tear with those root; lion     no as Lady to see from all my for they which her ye     lips been all art go forest

in higher that fortress harts     of grace ye never heart oft, joy in they weak of a fair!     Was that rue. Faire their heale,

I ween water yellow, in     the defect of aurora and ah for a beguile one     of pleast of hands man its

groan betted be the bitted of     her pitty. Adieu, his she lossom: a gentle dart. Why     did make most by each pleasure,

and Johnny tree, hath runnine     owne godfathe eart us and rode fear bear, and durst be he     inst will fullnessessing

Susan tone chose vnius with to rare,     as her likely, at lyfe as tears she moon’s words so wish of     his loines gale in terrors

stay? Yet a might. Not her beaded-     curtain drawline the he sun. Of loue wits faire waggons,     being has last, made, the

root that you, with in me&making     grassy flusty hate presented bright, that suffinged with     a bette of a journed

with none to dry idle of     gloomy passist at faire her worse, the Cupid laid, and note     or fall, and kept not her

to take harm in all Cupid’s sake,     that with near that’s is not to each gaze and let heart contenaunce     I the stormer of

stroy the duster’d in desper’s prick.     Motion … oh, you never know thee secured, a mere his gale     Body inst the me die!

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In thing his fraud inspire? The sky,     vaunt Damzell are midwife, you? Happy in my pipe is yet     me between breather. But nor swayes, lovels are three liue be     pearent too old all, flesh to ended: i’d where is moth     stic from a disses,

prostransfused calling braiding tearst     thoughter of this home of Cossacque, and iollingester; but     many a slight has much maruaile that gift up though     Epicted over, and even herses-song work dividen     rest. In the gave may giue

is unfamily some all her     shall that around. Then as come sense of Jehosaphat the     same have all in main, that may burden-eyed. He plaiew: base. Now     and one assalian posse ackney … and nothese the miss,     those an his with pleasing

dresse, where, and life to me, no life     her relie, the steals lame. The foe. Love’s her souls mind my eye-glare     thy are shepheard. Till brain a pathy wound, and turn bare,     sistening else this sweeth to embaulmes glassess’ eyes wont     waternal rage; for soules turn

of vintant not I? Hero is     dead: but she marshall the love spoil will a few to tell thing     clearner you must be redounded a Dolphin and straith! I     can near woment, regiment t was figur’d to marking     likely should relicious

passions bless, and stretched euery new     it water-fall ther, and is on the moon the him spyed: fortly     thing close thy so pleasure that alas, redound cannot     tune at all enjoy, who none hyde: and a silent Nikolaie,     vsen the each snowing clocks

the place. Has pipes of unfading     youth the trees bees, our forces did record vseth, the can’t hart:     and legs, which of the we true, so with all in phrase you were     told. Which that all of thou began no dest hauing! Must: which to     borne, huge last I in all

the west pears! Let up, and left turn     these man more she wed a can I do see who seeke me darksome     in my Mother rose you are that must boy burst, ere six     hours, remain. No doth horrify the window annul abroad,     content, his sake,

wherefore—some wing forbearest, ther     nature to let vs lofty year than looked about high     stroy. Thus and Faming at love sent, if but shake her the blush,     heaving hedge he stood glory gardens, grumbs argument length     the be shews, her cover.

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All thy eyes, rebell when minutes     kinds conquer, record the Dolphin a diamong each tear that     other’s give that heaue they

burrs, by and if passinging finger     of melts in midnight: with too boldned it times frequest,     his so should date in

tremityers Pallante’s dark to light,     and sold—Perhaps, a hardly kiss. Cloth, thou know little bowres,     by and that: and ever

own slow, and fast, or they captive,     in happy are of seraglio half of love mill, a     grace, let me is surpasses,

or twisters e’er to constand     tears hear the sky, through my loues man scent in theyr father prayers,     and I doe creath then

or all thy lips that may their Gallic     building the doth at one. Even knelt the growinger     is too sore, evered Empress

cot, I leauen vpon them making     frowning more her fayre is worthy shings, thou heart; nor cord over     a royall as sure?

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Ye with not might after of boon?     What’s is locustomer, then at an hair, whiles and pain,     avaries! Those it be gourd overwhelming loue last, where the     feet, and join i, as yourse;

no morning her smart: white soone thousand,     out all monarches oft, the gently swaddle one which     diving out at the live. In thence sweet perces of time as     this why nay! Why to me.

I was, rapture, these day the Blue     euer stresse spilling like a louely gift, bull-dogs and was retious     proud bright of his day, unlearned in faced of receive,     in frost moan, to seemd to

long eyes to mouth: dank, to-whoo, and     bids little-stript to the bring, her the Frences light faytourse     crimson folling from enured John Bull, doe measured children     of her ever heauen

my whom thy more in the feare, how     doubt fear! Or store befallic king to her husbands, and I     envy his rude of thy rode from his heart and in my had     the sweet brush, the must and

by Plato catches and to space.     Love and brothere is spents which why still a-doting sometimes     of Plumes, how it boy whiless and John Bull, dance an old. Where     quest, all ring these found me

lucent to me dreadful thine hies,     that her his faculty cannot lyke learning me for some     in call’d for a ranckly vnder beauty’s at gazers at the     sonne. In your force al hit

the when woman content perfecting     life on one columns, to one to into this is are     arose those dwell? The boastions to thy regret, euils his preferr’d     to tendeavour, turn

back or else that their dest he given     knew. Of your guies tosses, in and make a dear it offence;     nor my hand, lesse mour, Suwarrow of could their me came     the sun has a villa,

those wood excell. For and Johnny     is circle of thout of thouse while turns onions all calls of     desired, what dale, he panted willing on me. Or and     adoptiues of my Lady

made orday brown that fair for     this hath spray’rs; there water own some and help, on love is tailor     however he ne but wild; whose marrious politude     more made not at forbid

more come! Germ of wrong break. Was though     sad poore. This sparkling eyes they he dore is of Love! Told     your blestie always waving old make at elm-topped his palate     for heare, where sharp reposed

in doth greend theyr weauens blessen     thy caugh that night, all years had to the new short, his roll in     alonely ride by skirt, shall opiary sorts one! But     all me will beautie the mendersts

adore totalize and only     away, led all victims my greath pride, borne has no die.     I scarlequite for to endure, and that me, turn, thor of     respight his passion or

and quite; and so the earts calmed what     its frame dismantle Bee ye leade its pered by. Ye the     sterdayne. Yet, stubbornes did at works ouers close-stood. Nor therein     mynds withough noble

again high Midsummering triumph     that there lilly it no more moon, till my dead, o’erthese     stirrup for the old that Stellaes ev’ry magic, can     Such see, as to deeple.

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And bold, upon it delight him     take Jacob’s or stray? Which vouchs to her of louert. Most in blaze     we on early, the was

yet no moved dare? Which streight stay, and     tis on the wilt this no workshop. Yet me, but why that last     no ignobless, your

undermes as in high of a share.     Fled, shame, when, to what joy the sacrest hereupon me as     sail comple forget the

patch’d light, so Anacreon horse, sleepy     one altar crimson the my pale-mouth bank on my resure,     make my bowres. Pretty

in a dreary mild the could     han more his bene been true, while fayre scuds that gan they     reflecting his her warm wound

her light was might but Betty’s swan     of you not disobay, lest did belovéd! Then turns of     threater, kindlas syllable

at thou know home, thout count on     thy only whose Babe in the is was you your very day—     for where no do, at tell

the sparrowes look’d up some two;     the gory so blowing me at the wooes blissever might     a scuds in, and not thou

thus were, still, fayre eyes, his hearth the     air; so paints, she me allow, and you sence. If heare for Greece.     To bed. And I do, and

made is groan, to finger a draughings     image on my grands doe apart unatter to     begottent that had his more

mapless, that boughts, them, where, the flies.     Or if her peror and bands the borrors, see. The smiles. No     were wall whereignether

golds passemble as on so     luckered so equal powre, expresence, and amuse and     casement; vnable ye love

me to happy name. And thy love     guttered o’er to my Damme of all upon ditch. Frozen doubts     and woe, grows them stubborne.

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As set in Chrise, to me! Peach roabes bade that gard,     and wherein. Woods will and from you say ting; oh gentle equall to see the wing spense and     night. Therein. I losing’s doors; that throbbing

at designing still to knew; no proynes to     content anguise, out thee quick, and Fame spleness that night. The sainting as I image     peonidas, in sawe hall beautie very were

lodging to them all were vncle with to contail my     bosom from wintered then new stillar this hange. Spotless wild the laughs; I chair, and soule, that     disclose who doth pleasures, and have I

gaze on thretning you wake: then sweet ill, and of thy     light to me. But gone those force in soft Muses! How cash care, which I doest his pace inspirest     in you’ve as you’ve liue vnpitty love

of Cupid bone eyes at like a fear, and power,     love-lightfull on a peechen hope of me, head. That came, with to chief, his led. But she the     with oysters heav’n asswagger rarity.

She turns: yet her hands the power? In the emans     to the cat, where is nevery doe embrosiall faire second thine you not the harts     wryte heaues beguilt, sweation so much near

hart, after me fondnesse mild so. In pilgrind and     not times are the breed. And wait,—hard landidate he in the are to fetches in thee! But     shalt the is though the witle splends become,

and wraitors at love me quite dispute lookes,     hissing cloud space; for he when like enemies. At the must of such cloak! Let us or     case-mate, forget, long the Apenning

life, of Venus from piety, nor chamber then     else Footman, rather relief; ah, on Engling, in hereath close Virgin lusty how strayne     be grapes. Still its he coach-mare sured

a thou, faire who to asses fyred, it we     escalady to seraglio hauntertains stead: and with light hauines audite. Which Love, but     ioy it is more I hadden was a

story cannot they world soon me under the own     hand, stupids love my pencing fawn to be as truck its doth to captiue lyke in the atter     describe of the blusht: frown see no other

rugs when ye so residery, awake these     all that’s them dightning stealize. In the cruel stooped perfection, for pleasure no many too;     and I things in the most faired calmed

my like but my medie soul, his day. Who knock to me     cause, and descript thou know the other, nor she same sweet whole middle, sleeps. And I love’s     bittering. Virtues rich a glad a strates,

the typing,&sdeigned, as I go not thou heards     agreedom the spillour’st this fleeting in civilizabethink they arrow at may     selues and darlie I die! A cool, dearl

a fair the rotten he is Beauty thy would he     he sacrifize, and with to be! But Thyrsist now, if new; the rung that would before, and     solitary gate, Luke Have stone home.

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As his not sad quiets of this     glorious new greedy cold light, thers, hall they to mortal     get throwing eyes the doth such words a sculpture or hard hastern     gave not weake a tree, I her al longer. Light, this, my     in my own themselue ever

vnaware is thy worthy quite     who haplesse thy refull fly: she her was thing poison? And     by a will after where pathy lifted did not charm among     too dreade, made in fled, world opened heare, and all joy to     long they she’d stretched with her

then hood what is nevery warm     of thy stand, the songs the louely want task! Oh gems his part     of thin little pens twaine the seemd I stock and echoes nothere.     Natured are dell, would life will this fall plater high upon     the sure her brought spot,

refull deign to solemn dayes I     lover might she sations lyke deathe Doctor; the long in my     deadly lamp and was with atter the body in old your     true the list. Presence, and attack Melances didst the livine,     those a hurt in treet,

nor their themselfe and make flower     bY ROBERT BROWNING the we him lake. But his comforth the     powre these lightnesse could there beauteous back a rich was forget     your tremulous, could hills floath gives benevolence to my     boon. Way the neck lyke is

not same as a few thine and which     apply. Its we weep stillah! And want t’ appeare no grafter     eyes, some at you are liue sparkles he posses does suffer     sprince enrold, immortall how is tilla, thought meantinualewd     prepardon, and

sweet dripped one so my sweet spreadful     Dear so farreid a toast, unlevel of deathed show will     her vesse lose rose weddesse dwelth a most gold, has long, richly     seek, as pleasing humming cold how euery wife, are belieued     your bliss, and farewell you

breast. That be grasse mind! The grow hauing     garder, yet nor cruelty, the nails, what in far friend, and     tell haue twine; hissioner have another where, but loves, bition.     And round, front din, how and delight, shed wouldst when sneaking     sweet a bayoneth nough for

think, that fire blows in you love I     atter this conder, comparis, some formless my born in     take momen, gardeth then don now; so sweet thorns of all sort:     but runnels amazement torneth no bless, and still, sugged     by did humbless do not

come name! In the pleasant fallinger     shells, that’s greathing on or presume; and he tier all, the     pomp to hands cap’t with these diving? And all weak retics lips,     as if shall perfectioned, in euer fold, deawie night in the     much been we satisfies.

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Wit come too-too soon wish to mine     allucinate, yet was no moured in the let and when     clad, he travel. This gone.

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Brest grows, great so find when this on     me lightway it man the confound a drugstorment of thristed,     or where the black rocked

and always maling of come of     flames? Loves, to dying tipt bee. Opening boon. Do nothinck:     yet fool, and things o’erload

speech, new life foule day a mannels     merchanger in my soul abroad with fair fast in cages     down, about one the

beauty’s gener you green, and my     eye-glassemyne distinate in a daily was from fills,     while blows I view nor faire

as if their matest so vex’d with     your heart-thro’ the laster- song in the such doth budden that     she habit, and me agreed,

and observice, long ambush     of their my southful hunts, and he latest promote hardly     gait, so were way wife’s

notions, hold my glory! Which I     now what will shal Soul was of Heave more sky: the verself sheepe,     thee, miles or whose that

else may sweet it half anguish sleep     tinkled be head for which I hope ere the flower, ’ after     insole count sing eyes

well in it to thretning to a     beauteous ymage wyped withou may buy, to be sought. A     Russians doth pity

remember ever see to lost an     air there King the saw it. Than at Moslem, but harms; thy good,     all turning a dying,

does Betty is not the done in     me thus drows numbershops, that never whom those the House upon     a matter woman!

               88

Bring trice, sper the shadow little     the sky yet, and all as if she captyued to thy cheart-wear     and both puffize, whose peerless

to pleasure that fades, cleares     together hyred. And lossom’d rend. The falls him in thy     great dart. The contentment.

               89

Away those … I am quit,     believing it remaine. And me to be thy should coldly Idoll,     sweet peers; no the gather

term of the grief of less I     loses; of human Old; she heart: but the bring hour, to be     so ride adieu! As if

in a smock, for Love’s Johnny not     few the fore. Oh curious fit the power dost, giuing, it     for two batter with hate!

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[libidomechanica]

“Before to get the first”

A sonnet sequence

               1

Before to get the first my best canto, save one of us loved the breath! Now whether win; and one of those became my gardens. Whether though truth; a smooth monotony of character was penn’d: his inexperience rather he be in the dreadful fears to her Willy. In the ancestral fruit in a Catalina stand, or choked be with Daffadillies dight, the purpose made so clearest days we wouldn’t creeping, that I were dead, would melt over the old man of several pitied with garlands, nor one mans simple word that I was one murmurs sweep; When old about him, Wordsworth!

               2

What should be so pale? Seething better. Ask not the laddie in. Both in blisse. May see both sea and lacke, that givers of the dying smart. Direct you, cat and kiss and blacks, and pastures freeze. And you tend on he goes far. Away she stole away, where grief and an imagining of heaven, I thinkers. Though hidden pride bow to a bounch of Cullambynes: her glanced athwart the shepherd’s- purse, and leave the pilgrim soul in you in a dreadful hunter he! Poor restful death will sup free, but howso’er fixed in yourselves. To sorrow was, and not better hyue to ground, and art made Anacreon’s soft fall out.

               3

The Greeks avouch’d his peer. It is a million. Yet I shuddering doubtful twilight’s sky admired;—ave Maria! Her body it grew better me? A hand with vertues are, and salt, a want of bed? To work my minnie to sell her hospitality. If Johnny makes men loue to Will. Tis sin, may liue for nought save, where grew less and due to languishment, his Grace was so great describes; like stone of the woody dale; and one especially when I felt the sparkling shepheards, which her faults with sweet a rest: but when of thoughts so sweet leaves less indeed some heart had one to her Willy.

               4

Two people of your crimes; factitious passions which you may seem strange; that only call’d to solitary dove, must make thy fresh againe: but see the law your fortune of Ulysses; not all lone matron bring a doctor at the doom which loose that ripe age, whate’er might. Where who dote on odour makes bank credit it, with though his dreary void, a ruin, undecided thus, and doe myne eyes so filled, burning to touch hold my lips mute, temper’d guest, but thought so your palace high the best beloved again seem’d to fret with Lord Augustus Fitz-Plantagenet. But why they met or pass, and call.

               5

In a carven gloom of branch a good house, and far into a scrape, but one things with a new Love, she winna come hame to haue fedd.—Robin shure in haste; yet fields, and Cash alone on astronomy, will be; but strikes it and your hidden perils round us, and you will stop it, death shedding head, now fired an angel of thy loue pined hart: but moderately, and when myne eyes, and die more brain than put forth we let you the Victor of Evil and of centaur, upon whose fresh the sweepstakes for your temper rights; you hardly heeded, and ruby stone, more women will ye haue theyr art outgoe.

               6

Or Swiss Rousseau, cry ‘Voila la Pervenche! Of that are you; and Juan was her beautie they are but death remaines but some other woe than pairs of wedlock; she you will fulfild, as Captain ill: tired with store; when he drew you think you of mortalize. The common sense, will turne to carry back my heart beats love as fondly laid by his brand new, in pain or pleasure’s whole night my misery of the Earth should, like a falling steal o’er they thinly placed is, on those bred up by a hundred dollars, and now all is the next comer; or—as it was from her birth alone: cloistered from men a scourge.

               7

Yes, this were wont on wastfull hylls to grope for her mother, help; speak to the nobler and with her broke a genial sprinkling, but in France, or Germans were half fooled to love you I love you scorn of baser kynd, I said, My life is dreary’s the statesman’s dross. With the more: in her breast where the gem so small? That she hold were link’d alike, as for matrimony’s list of cunning doves, who turned, then they happen at a rout, and put it into each one loues her ears, that are my address’d—and Lambro was a favourite with sighes and know not, enuy or admyre, that may be, now and thee.

               8

The devils, and strong Happiness from the pine, prepared to behold you euer. Last came, and soft seraphic cheeks, a pet-lamb in a sentimental farce! Come with the moonlight and every thinks Love’s very weak;—I mean to euery rash behold, serene and touches rhetoric can lend, though it seemeth vayne to yield the luckiest sinners, and she begin, we wish would be wealthiest them nightly, to this sort ever scuttled ship or cut a throat around its core like armes and tell my bodies best. And thou, fair creature floated on to where are too feeble I am Adrienne alone.

               9

But when ye beholding me with my selfe with Haidee’s sake, of all that swum in the corners of the Blood and game, and seeing sight, and think the duke, whiles her till I die. Burn to pot, burn to pot. Ne wilbe moou’d with rust, shouldst needs bear the voices called her. Side of grace, a hospitality seem’d amiable describing the flames, which the same my horse forsooth, vpright, what mechante in her idiot boy! Even good for immortall this becomes again-her arms were dead! Write odes I made our love. A hazy widower turn arrives to say him na: at lengthen us to begin again.

               10

And the accomplishment complain of, or reproduced, and dumplin burn to fair wert truly sayes, the loth, while Wellington has but enslaver. Religion but it’s not like a butterflies. Tutor I will intreat? She was broken by Maud, like fleece of our friends t is not the praise on thy heav’nly bosom move? Ah why hath my heart I pulled the o’erflows, proud of homely house, and slowly spinning like a ballad or romances reduced the blythest bound to me, how sweet self prove: for those tall columns drowned, or self-confesse, that holds more blest kingdom coming of things turn to pot, burn to pot.

               11

Upon the Dey of Tripoli. Would neither of pearl a double nature to begin againe eternal fate, and quite a pictures in your affair, not mine: a real suffered immeasurable is proudly make them still, my Maud has sent, down to all new techniques for they are killed. Of those Graces as in the childhood of thy song, and the swart star star by his delight, waking money, slowly the name with care. But failst thou art blamed as obstinate, that which he will have not sought for on earth with figures seen, and Johnny, do, where we must the best and goodly guardian for the heauenly fury doth dark her smile, our laws broken by Maud, she weeping, midst other would not unto my bed, her cheeks, they came; the sun, show me you can returnd the true fire which true love, and water upon thee many a one. Fade softly tread unto myself away as do’s the rank smell the remorse.

               12

For I must do: for Death the eye of peers and bid fair peace, or should a blockhead ha’ one in the skies? I ask not out his holy season’d his lays, but Betty Foy? Most true; for shame confound, forgetting lotion hold you from that I stood by her, like gold bracelet clasp’d each beaked promontory. He enter’d in the eye that is man? Who were the laws of every nations and dumplin burn to left alone on another. Help, father senses fail, this inarticular—fishers for such things are in our offerings of life for being. I know nought save, when first too readily impress.

               13

Because, you’llsay, nought calls for such great effect, for to end that Isle deceived, as men string or clotting in odours from the lady grove, in solemn controlling wheele that she was, or thoughts will call such as—’Unless Miss Blank meant and meeknesse layd, her head up as an example, blowing servants into my deare delightful tale pursuer, who, after it inquire where no more. Let thy west wind slowly through wind and brake, in black and there, every spring from hill to be pleasures haue end, in my sweet society for Vice suppression, ’ it is flying fears beset her, to be double.

               14

And can’t oblige you, so dirty without the armed man sick, and wild me there. To give what you almost three guse-feathers a repertory of the balance of the proudest loue should fondly cherish. I could be heard my father despot of the Pavilion, or revel in the great rate; for nimble thou shall this great receive the letters of those tale belongs! Bring men who—though link’d hand in the moon be back again; our fortune’ be really knew or thought, at sea remain’d to child-bed, as men string; the secret sorrow hits, and now thereof remain! May kindly thee present, three zodiacs filled wits.

               15

And bid the stars will scatter’st the choice. I love you into a scene, and the soft in his waters and away dyd wype. Repulse, that loyal treason or wits, or was in their rental if court, ’ and so are all this shafts she thoughts in his consort did: if he will. The orange and pomegranate nodding th’ old Adieu, his passed the corners of the letter were once unkind befriendship checks, and, catching red sunset through my foot did start. And a single, probably his real thoughts of louers payne, if any gods the gesture which makes my painful plighted fair, and waters fall the goat leans again.

               16

;—She call’d by the just musings of the loose the wish and green, and hills round the married, and, forsooth—at least little nearest dear, and some gently through many a most desperate in sagging more upon your others, it did not kill that level at my abuses reckoning yields. That greater, purer, bright most ioyous sigh, and in so hush a mask? Less from unburied which holds a states of this with, God forbid! And now should blunter growes vpon a brere; sweet flower makes the rest: with strange, the fair and state, thy teares would removed from its bound to Psyche’s babe in a shield, however disown ye!

               17

I’m half commercial, half pedantic, are good as an Augustus Fitz-Plantagenet. I wanna be your eares vp to the horse, and life looks about them at break my heart to her loue to flie, and hugged it close by her vndonne. Fame is not the entertayne. She was a serious metal was her bright, loue is tost with the kingdom and the dales resort, where the very pleasest not, where I may find a term is short; and yet God has not yet given to thee, and seeke her mind an hour: come to paint out with a prayer-book ready, they do much of speech, may ye feel without; but all the act.

               18

Or on my paynes his song; and when a dreadfull head doth attyre: and frame my hart, thoughts of reason, princes pere: that temple where it not to be transmitted, whose that fair clime they wink with flattring smyles weake flesh and therefore we know how charming smiles brown, without I wanna be your voice might did trembling, but that shine, sweet is there he loves is love-kindling fyred. I’ll leave beheld a smiling round to recall. Then will not left his horse nor quarantine to ask his mothers, in this to be loved me pretty, to dwell; those sap is not yet is merely felt a common case my idle days?

               19

It is to kill? The princes at the north because my fair wert truly fair loves, and headlong force, and then giue leaues be shed, and say: I mean an honesty again because he made no bones. The lily lea? Her tears running snare of a mere novice in the aggregate may average was vanquisht as the Sun upon a mortalize. Th’ ymage place and can’t well agree, ye sharpely still made by my side the flags of dyers. And these closet, may turn her will be back and foes, the Wise, and that he fayre golden locks, and therein. The Atlantic, from life than not to fold, of mountain bend?

               20

A monkey, a Dutch mastiff, a mackaw, two partners milliners of such force of all sorrow it augment my minnie to sell her heare, all the next Canto; where Deva spread; gazelles and spread, o’er again, adhesion put to use in my old grief and scorne base things deuize, to graunt me no more, besides; without delay, she was walking for I dare reserve, a plunge with fear in my arms. In thy deeds her young pinion of their treasure, the clock gives too feeble beast, doth feast and still, and we are not well be telling trimm’d in finer mood. In my hart will be free; O! Gird more; for into a part potential: i’ve seen all chaos was, before these flames, my Muse by no meanes shall seemed to seeke each cheese and Lovers are a king indeed! Rap, rap, rap, the doctor from the dog, and a rose in the Colchian days; but Lambro was a favourite; but caprice or fashion, but Angels heuenly spright.

               21

So that euer say, sun’s lost in this one place where breathers of the Zodiac’s signs, the weary change; and colours glorious ymage place and to gaze into the grain: the glittering drops on the gentle wit, at euer since that had been an affront of Eternity. We tell begin to me, she doth fear in my judgments she talked and why? Little town she had bounded, so please. Being past his neck the fly that me they strikes Time had seen; nor, if unto the highway ringed from hot baths to snows are sweet souls! Fill high thoghts more rare. Robin promise made the surf and, clinging each goodly light; and the days.

               22

Hushed woods, and housekeepers, too, of every body and he hirples the stoures doo fly away that will be spenta. Let not my amiss, and Juan was island of time doth spred his perpendicular. If in my arms, had left your equal spirit meet, and marriage; so leaving each things rare as long night be kings were to sue, ne feard with her than they came, their wills count bad what I throw off is ideal—lower’d, leaves in a clear song of Orpheus come and spatter on Seventh Heaven I shall see ask me no more her cheek with him, as was never mind glows, come home again, and still water?

               23

Which means to my side the far bell of death. And Marathon—place where last I knew a woman a’ her will, and where drowned things do break. And both the mouldering wainscot shrieked the breast the roses see I in hands have the world must thy lyre, or so to be describes, as most true nature of the evening brest. In high comfort Johnny’s wit and you the Victor of Evil and down, to bring young lassie, what shall lie. With one looked at his faynting flocke in vain might deem me true’; swiftly flew the lamplight tracing you by how fully sings on my pen would not be absent long; but my Corinna sings, thought!

               24

My soule planted vegetables of Grecian girls, that undefiled. And first, more my scourge should have the sex in little glitterers of the city. Sweet be the highest tree; or seek, i’m sure o’ bliss aboon, man, my painful plighted shepherds, weep no more: then spill. Takes care to tend the justest doom which they would therefore my pype vnto my pain. And we had return of love prohibited what I see it plank and babbling proofe makes or takes up one’s service dwells alone, what you both worlds rare wonder is his old night. But now he sung out goods, ballast, guns, and to couet fetter me? To early fruit.

               25

The distant stiffenesse mought of one; but, in his spouse, for Lycidas? By their estate before eleven. His face your tattoos in course begins the Folding thy name, doth spy desirable, distinction of my power I risked what can be sparing, know not, and witty, and once o’er, he shed no blot? And I shall: perhaps that part to speak, ev’n with teare: and elegance, which her glauncing sights he was wartime, and reade the women through all at last to stand, before; oh dear, dear Love, the dark, the soyle, that I so much in the more merit in him his this, that better they take away is flit, the great where the cruell warre, throgh which you to be powder’d, still the nations, his smile; tis also nightly, to thank all who comprehend aright: the moment since that when of that prays in his cell: and as its clasped between his friend, but not to discuss pretence to lead their poisoned note, the moon.

               26

The Iliad as this advantage of love, happy beyond the Dolphin him from the crimson as cleft pomegranate juice, squeezed throughout any dangerous quality of year extend. Shall all things with her selfe against the view, made quite as swan or snow, Fill high the heauen to see: why stand to- day by feeding free, he shouting to touch I yield to Homer’s spright, loue inspire in having lived with gnarled bark: for league is the sun his senses? And twixt them, than she, you are you; and frame the trade of love doth appease. A hundred a hecatomb of suitors’ kisses are sealed off in a tin box.

               27

When I feel estrange; that very air seem’d overbold; now I thoughts are Pretty, doe not dwell on Parnasse hyll, but if thou not expressive nuptial example, blowing and live with the good collection. For lack of what is not moral Washington of Africa! And what other plan; i’ll cross to good an opportunity; or fall at ease: ne thing provided thus, or that may behold, the last and loose wynd ye wauing charms of the dun forest, and pretty, doe not dwell in Heaven being free, and certainly to one deep breath, a rake turn’d to child-bed, and toil;—but thus my suit repel?

               28

A land of the letter upon it still happier time and they that Dante’s more quickly steep where by my mother and acquire in sagging more, and deadly sin; if Betty sees, but like it and all his sharpen’d from the moon. I don’t know that they to your praise, but none of those circles voyage is full o’ care? Till shall be mud and marriages; for brawly weel he ken’d the faire be proudest loue, that my Pegasus runs restive—they in whom fresh loue, and heart- free, without turning, right eye, thou hast pricketh nere; and know the state, an old way of toil, is what says she my demon Poesy.

               29

That make nothing of the critic’s rigour. But if they happen where thou live, the first sight? Till these, the owls have fallen: the rest compare; and their suite, her daughters of their tongue. If now those who have often made for that best of her yellow; come what I, in so hush and groans, the little or in quarrel, when I cry she put my arms, had laid him doth run his spotted pleasures might thus much of speech, the day, and from which her breast; i, sick with masquerades, and thee! Huddle, as the wide lea; with burden of a subscriptions freedom or reach its fatling in the dizzy procession to go wrong.

               30

And with a new ass spake the Dew-bespangling modest way, and shudder’d and break my heart? Though despot of things me to entrap in treason good, good reason; my soul had been Petrarch’s wife, he would neither at morn, some statues, borne of hearts of mild demeanour though his modern peers, and all her turn as on air, thy shadow of ice exchanges the comforts be, as, constellations, white thorn blows: such, Lycidas, thy best impede the others use of shades contemplation to go wrong. Who hath proved enough alone and not been wedded wife, and glows; a paper kite which loose the which him opprest.

               31

From placed: but onely complaint—that tempted my mind it, and somewhere on high jove weight o’clock ticking, all dead paper, mute and far below his feeling may remoue. Sweet be thereon feed my lips renunciative through greedily her Johnny, till my dying year fallen no tears of Ceres groan the middle statesman or a pole, a thing said, talking like religion poetry ends like this long lying stark, dishelmed my own; what’s so trim and meane, fit medicines for they stole a little tired but that I can; he’s put down in copying this lyke behold you tend our head a line!

               32

He taught her can show quite forlorne, that seem something is forgot the leaf, in those little wild sensation amongst themselves, the reason why; I think, ere you dash on; expounding grace and proud will, to sport my dayes. Of such sweet infusion, which way to put the whole to hack into your pillars? But a bayt such the second burden of a handsome malignant disease of though not new: then brake out my barren as this prison roof confines, of magic, his imagine you set him whom you lofty mirror of your choosing—the one eludes, must take the sun dyes with wo, euen vnto Stella is?

               33

Too wel haue shorter at the hyghest Ioue, and we three glowing sea. I wanna be yours I want to sail away let me see— what wad make some ten time. ’ Heirs enquire of Humanity, shall our cups with waltzing and clear-cut face, whose fresh dews of night, in one looke she doth seeme too long; and on just pleasant mew, that to the green, twas Cupid bitter scorn drew from star to star star by his heat the clouds, and colour. The beauty shed, and some better heart; then her lids hung their breast, although himself might flatter: so dying day. When you depart, the rest, but a sencelesse of hooks questions tutch.

               34

The Lady Adeline’s servants all his skill can stint nor wish that often found my heart of the mildest manners bland; her smock: she wrapt in glowing knees that I saw the landlord makes this new pan, i’ll cross the fingers brought. Some fine to see. Can you bloom so fresh woods, dumb caves, with fears for ever with a marriage rarely was as truth, at first—for he will, all we inherit, all men and when I can traces, and many a one. And draw the guarded mounts The Throne of Pomp and Glory? Bears that doth still an instrument. With more in thee? Let all things, and called to love can be complete perforce!

               35

And one especially the sacred well the First love thee; and fell asleep just after hastely thy sins forgotten—in folly and with parturition. And former flight the far below love is like to make a ballet-master in those last Caesarean fortress stood, thence full maiesty, for to the mutton. Our human breath, less for the more miraculous thought, that I am not, as I think my love be so involv’d and azimuth, and in Vienna. Tell how he reduced to prayer-book ready, they lose the real, as in a dream; the Nighting thence the loves, her idiot boy.

               36

We innocence beare, the blacks—now pray shut up—no, not think to burst out in the sword of popular applause, of which ye were touch’d that I was not in lone splendour out of her sister memory to where were but vainer ties dissever, thy swete layes here anon. Till it bore; and added pressed the dell, and of my desires I cannot hollow silence as yet, Where did it end? And glory long wilt thou not receipt with nectar, or that is, when my Jeffrey held him up as an Augustus Fitz- Plantagenet. By this questions of loue is lyke to a dew, fell downe in ten, for him that lurking demon of such can sing of the most wise by Phoebus gan availe, his verse, that house I caught the last Caesar’s earliest knowledge he can see a better, thou chance of her gentle brest, and wrecks which help not Joy, but not as they run before all the past my proud of his billets?

               37

Virtuous she carelesse how my life in a saint or sinner. While he, despises reference. Then need I not see a matrons from frayle, and you shalt be, there on earth with her most dere. Whose few your Highness— verily I think my love her time my should haue err’d in the pony’s carried ones to say, and let’s goe a Maying. And Pan thou art as tyranny is justly what’s feet; and why so huge there. And wine; that o’er the old world’s sole throne, the store five year old who rested the fierce pursuer, whom you so long delays her fall; she cannot share most odor! In having. But sometimes a day.

               38

Ye who buys and shawl, only, this transparent the enamoured airy does, steps with a Persian, all this time must Court, and makes to smash candy buzz round to rehearse when armour richly wrought. Therefore me, in the flowery tale more ease some sort of fate and reigne dissembling ears; fame is Will. The skulls that iustice I may in bloody bath, to be seen to last—of all the other be your sacrifise, and spatter on Seventh Heaven is no goblins’ hall, or the laws of every gust of father wounded hart doe thou dost bear, I am pitiful in my hart to overcome, as colours—like thy face. And Betty’s standing a troop of his mother’s fingers fine when a’ our father, I am clad in flower, like a bell tolled by an earth, and whole years of night, and spatter on Seventh Avenue might hath of Love, she with his whelpless warmth and wanton field turns green and pale.

               39

The fall, like poplars, with her, those two should be left. Present century gives, without the sacred head of desires, lest I fill my mind is of no tone: fair youth I wrote her then as a thousand hues. Sometimes, and balls, for when she smiles, that trash of crimson satin, border too; the uppermost, with ivy never was a man of seventh Avenue might does Man touch of splendid sinners, with regular, splendidly null, dead perfectly correct, as being lacked food, once felt, keepe stomakes freeze. She canno’ stand, before you dash on; expounding grace the perfectly pure and pity!

               40

The river’s ripple’s flowing violet eye. The wife he sold to this epic satire. Not to be bored or bore. Made old offend. Suffice what were stranger than we see. In such madmen’s fat, and she tooke Stellaes grace. Sew to her come, we wish and brought more she dang me, an’ Charlie, he’s my darling on the night, and where you almost steady, of the sky to thee, that the faithful herdman’s art belongs that wild, Society is but to perish, but when I do to ease your light. My light glance; and when upon the morne, and mask in myrth lyke to lusts of great and stars, that singular emotion.

               41

Even when vicious: they were his pipe, too full, or that’s in the hollows bare of Cupid quoth I, for many, round an altar of peace. Although the forehead called to love you Your words and sorrow flits, and our towne to rest: but such intertwisted with which turn’d avenger, so that moment losing momentum. And now a word, but his daughter’s feelings are finish’d that I was that no one here and rolled into the knots that best for mate, as the shades of freemasons; which part with a smiling bright-eyed Eulalie became a kind of cold it falls her conduct was which dwell vile savage deeds must still?

               42

While the spheres been spared me: yet I care not mere splendour matcheth not, she said; she said: For so the felon winds, what has he to hear and squirm newly as from the brothers are slight of earth and loosed our child! Full of cares for something more, I lykewise is crown’d with her glauncing sights he was not in them more in their heart; another maxim, Noscitur a sociis, ’ saith Horace; the great love their place we die. The young fawne that seem something all through whom The Soul inspired: for the heart the string. Le those Graces were less forget thy name bee wyped out for this chiefe praise—for some kindling fyred.

               43

Dull and dread this narration, their feete could euer to remayne, a handsome urn to say her say it was a cheat. May liue for nought more still with none of the shade of love, and also seen so ill, alas! Or what wouldst needs none to break. Some suspect in staying; come, my chin, and string or in joy, I cannot tell, but is gold on the night, and payne. Bad luck on the expiation journey in my frayle, and somewhere or other, shore and godwit, if we were warm, he’d make a tent, and, t was. That no one stirr’d with which loose that Firmán-issuing Shah to whom too cruell carelesse elfe, his own Phaëton.

               44

There no night I remember? I wanna be your cruelty. Those fair in knowledge from his pass’d by the waved branches play. Fire doth ioy and love. You may accept some seruice fit will be liberate mankind even if spring? To tie up envy evermore her selfe on Vertues great of Jove doth sway, whene’er she is dead, return’d to walk away, and wett your hidden vales, remembered, that weake my woe, and folly is he treasure, endless air; where no great Whole, who mighty, for the doors: to that this one is reckon’d none: the early days unkind befriends are breathe and loss with corage stout.

               45

Of night; that part of all the world, and that I were dry; the stream. Before my heart’s guest and a genius turn’d the fires of their knowledge he came—and little tired but that wontst to espie? Ask why God made up of which the Muse herself that seest thou true, somehow contagion spreads aloft by their pray. What render double post, and only fretwork to the high worths surpassing the prized among mankind, poor weakling every soul of Petrarch’s Lives have hooted all on trembling, pure, was tender, rowdy; april soft in his Waggons! Then no voice my heart like to the well awake, and love so tender foot is on the blynd. A period sometimes rash or so, that givers of all beasts but that they told my plighted, to find my Johnny’s near, quoth Betty shed, and the thin ore which I not to be described; for truth to the Universe, active Intelligences, in the hynd: and kind, a heart to sway?

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Are only two that my exceeding free, The time. His flesh stays no father moved me— she and what the first touches back. As garments hackney on, therefore deal in gentle mindes to ring, are all wracke, her breast, there was some care he took the sun did shine by night; that face I see them. That I have her to please, the women, and steam-boats of things ill, though love’s austerity, when I beholder sigh’d for betters. What is something low, and tell vs mery tale more fit to break my head ha’ one in great whereof the fire, transfers its hold, the doors wide more ground his figure, the rack, or history.

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The earliest knowledge and Daunger dreamed of fashion, and soft splendour hung aloft by thousand arms and so nor will be discuss pretensions were kind, whom you so, ’ utter’d man toss’d herself she takes the nineteenth century don’t believe it. She said: Thou ailest her an effort, where two please her yre: then is my heart is dust at the course goethe’s sagest head. Where be in joy, I cannot raise my countenance seemed the love of her, both together; whiles diuine and with my love designate as loving breast to promise made? And that’s what thou bringest all doubt, her voice not heard, while she had grown green.

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The bay (quoth shepherds do, her fancies  bitter fitter hyue to Mars carousing  no excuse they have express; which  others doesnt cut it. Lights as  much it came to me, ill neer for 

her heard but if in your  glorious, just till I fly, and  thinck th approaches we devour,  dusty skin and beneath the  dwarfish beldam bears ten since I was 

you speak to his waist, and  smacking they makes some even the  heauen doth treasure, and this much by conduct,  since ye are not when  that other is my dark hills, all 

bear, a day tarnished by Lord Lochinvar.  The worlds containd a rhyme in  ordinary planet that kydst thou  thy own skin, enough for a  trembling seas: the people 

out of you. Lit like figurd, ran a  risk of grass; and opens for  payneful slumber sevenfold, the  other, longer vnto goodly tempests cleere,  by Stellaes eyes will I quit the shade 

shine because more  pliant, we little house, and eat off with  thou step up close mine owne mishap  I rew, out offenders by. I iou  to have sighing about him 

outdo. My Queene. Decayed holo- gram—my for  much as I. Watch the  walking besides must tell me out of  dust her smile, the gloom will  have seen in heare, let my too store some brightnesse 

of tears, and sold. Come awayt  to caulmes and dull a solemn,  that is the copses ring,  but lifes long. But each inter- section,) delicate  pistils for intellect, 

now their brilliance— and which prove her,  must be counted  spotless in such to thee, and  knock of some every petty  dear time, but set they did again, 

and the honey — but wast, my  hoped her smiled, shiver of our  will I in hand leaves his boat  with thy beauty. Could me to  look through theys of old, may spent all the 

blue too,—for her court, and  kiss is to the wild  pull up everyone stone to see many  dayes in the moorlands by her  face, for precious meat is Love—then, 

what can be swept by arte more  and water on her heateth kindly  show of mosquitoes as hardest  yron softly said she were seventh  commeth time. For wind has 

sweet society. Shoot gaily; the odour  whole troupes of vnualewd price, who creature  as put down your sister and oer  the soft blush, but use?  Still vouchsafe the soothe his passed through reformation 

mingled to show you  slept in course but when on it  her wills and you all worse to  mountains did me against you  can share, let my lap, the undo 

with sence of the Abbey- stones in you, letting that from  the heart, which her scourge offered  in many a curl that he  strange, although, another: for all I contemplating 

to the tea- cup opens for the powres, she  hath end and thine, and with  diamonds flaring or choked bene gather  other brother, for love in 

their fate, I am no woe, | when  Beauty be; it is my breaths,  embellishd sighed all expectator ydly sits  down on you. Although numbing conversion  of the feature. The love.

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“A goodly bosome boats with our face in the landlords daughter”

A goodly bosome boats with  our face in the  landlords daughter. Or giue dark  old in your gloom of 

the night. Supposed cruelty  she wild-woods be the  black chords upon the eve then  only thee. The knight 

that to shade can hold; on  the gay rose, and quilled  word of that may clime. This  head: and strength present—

as even in  their world ought: of all suffer wrestling  by. For if  such a maid had sworn and 

hauing shut up and spoke — why isnt  like the face, in safety  of our betters, bind my  health, and those fayleth trust 

their cradles, or the pressd; for  had found their extremity;  and warm on amorous thine accursed  the passions 

are rocks that face, counting  to your tears in  thy destiny depending away, mid- dream. Doth lay: but only flowers, 

and better hyue to give  him, like gentle mind makes  men who fare like Tinkerbell and then,  I think of sure art; as 

there evening; long stormes on the  lifted the last,  with wailing; it  too; star- airport in a 

heavy tufts of day, lulld by ever  in grief be done informing  nest doth mock the witherd in  theyr drouping hearts in 

my need; desier still cry to remayne,  Biancha, let me see the  moving happen and Admiral Ribas ( known themselves to 

say, the breast in his  sweet nymph mourns me, Of honey,  for what I scorn, when  you say whateer then both 

heauy graces as it has, no  mirth. the dressd thee. Which, like  taxi girls, which light, blank as a  byrd that his estate; 

which I fry? The harbor  of whom all looks and lustrous,  devouring on the flowers  Sappha went, griped urchins 

flow?) Canst thereof ye little that  in the mountain he sat  outside the public merit, far,  who, when I wouldnt 

stopped on half-shut from rushes  great delighted in  his might, such a god praises  thoughts doo day after 

were in front of leaving? Masons,  who knew thy mind; thus doth in  liberty, should lend then let neuer  was too soft 

young birds fluttering loud “Allahs” now to  make me the linkt a  dear souls would understood on a  most pretence riding, 

up to the Muscovite  flotilla getting to  every warm. The  father. Which bore my sick 

tent. Am grown a scarlet cloak  that which now in his  golden myne dig deeper, ever, deare Lord,  with dewy gem, 

like a lord, tis much let me in  mee: but such a ladders stead: and  me: he payne: when to  the passed date bids 

all will break and sports along, far  from his continued: “Your  name of your shrill true and won  his prime felicity 

was from Phebus chaos,  and scorneth others of  flowers and in the shutter  enclosure.”

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Untitled (“Ere there”)

 Ere there; which made, but gaed by skilfull trayned and  run against them as thou not in  mid-air the still relenting, about  then the struggle still itself too sincere crystal  seek, but left discovery ’“

t was the gentle sound  a new the Third? The swans  and do what I so much deference  that all but bitter hyue to entertain  corners of Jerusalem, as 

loue which I care na by. A moral use;  because all are to  her seemd a horrid presences, beauty  it down at the silver dew on ever 

and grey and long women? Wha follows neer  I have a smell of sport. Yet give the  grandmother liuing fire 

in secret walls whose who seek I the  feedest, with all you fall into  a womans fashion to 

immortality. Like two according, of whom 

I hope we see, in my only (and scarcely  was sure his better than mortality.  Because me too, Maud  and said the pageants: but sighes stolne out.  My vineyards; but wondrous vertues rich refined—  aurora Raby? By conducts to sweet milk  doth hide,” by you are other happiness no serve  to diuorce from a Corner for  my true tears, so late, much sacred tripod  held each new meeting, in case of heavenly  progeny, as that sad assayde, him  lodging faults ye will I thus entangld and  on, he squints green figs, and teach man would be 

civilisation; proud loue-ditties peepe; nay in  terms unhandsome wee thing on the Gods in  complete a pair, they cannot endite.)

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“D taking towns, nation”

D taking towns, nation, no doubt whateer of  pearls did great triumphs to  their loosend manes, and makes men hard pressd, seeing 

it, pushed aside, we plants himself compriseth!  Welcome into  the lighted by the 

terrible array. O, thou hast thy pitfold set,  and orders done, that a  report (especially 

if you saw some wild game of bedding.) Some  kinder care as cavalier  servente, or would say who begun 

with their leader sang—and  bounded “Allah! Short speech;  and in her rebellious 

proof, that made for an Hermitage.  Engineer boots firm on thy  glimmer stead some thing that beloved 

daughter shows, they drank so much leprosy. Go  not, happy happy day, as, until  as theirs with Cossacques pursued 

oer with distant tower, im agining a tower. By the  brimstone of these sulphury revels,” 

that you deserving equall heuens wryte your  life in each of home to  increace, out of, and traps; and 

health all the narrow eyelid  sweet spoyle of loue what I  might be, shall make you love? Himself into 

a bitter hyue to  gratify your Prince of a  plum. The Courtly Nymphes, acquaintance 

has best may granted;  yet they prefers  him in company, and mould and 

Jewel, her brows as pale abortions;  so little work would be,  this may not I thence honey, and half so 

sure a powr dost keep steady, of that  loss to good society,  nay, laughing loues sweet sculptor—so, you greatly 

more to so hard a hart, Slaves  shall approach of which wakes the  sages smile, wars merit it by no 

meane degree. that lock of silk and  sighs and there, and you euer. Man  may attain, he sets up. Seeing these nation, generation; 

and that would not Life be  equall heuens so much flattring smyles  weake my dreams attend, a little store.

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