EX | HJ
Chapter 4: You're so cruel...Y/N
Pairing: Han Jisung x Fem. Reader
Word Count: 4,697
General Synopsis: Your ex? Shitty. Your family? Worse. Your best friend? Left for a tour in the middle of one of the worst times of your life. How are you meant to deal with planning what should have been your wedding, dealing with your family, and pretending like you're not falling apart all on your own?
General Warnings: Idol!Jisung, mentions of other Idols (P1Harmony/Seventeen), all views on these idols are purely fictional. Idol AU. Mentions of cheating, mentions of smoking and drug use (weed and cigarettes), Mentions of drinking, angst, self esteem issues, depression. Y/N is older than Jisung. (I'm sorry for the jokes that come out of this) (any tags I missed please feel free to let me know! More tags to be added as the story goes on.)
A/N: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, MY TEENY TINY ADHD BRAIN SAID "HERES 9 OTHER STORY PLOTS THAT YOU MUST WRITE DOWN OR YOU'LL FORGET" ANYWAYS PLEASE ENJOY ~ gif by @jjsungie ~
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“Get up- Get up- Get up Y/N!” Mini shouts as she excitedly jumps on the bed, you groan loudly rolling on to your side, attempting to snuggle up in the covers. “Hell no.” Mini says as she rips the duvet right off you, “UP!”
“Come on Min, it’s like-” You reach for your phone, checking the time. “Min it’s fucking eight am on a Saturday…” you sit up slowly, sleepily wiping away the morning haze from your eyes. Mini’s already dressed, hair straightened out, bangs falling gracefully over her forehead. Her makeup was done up, in a true ‘e-girl’ fashion. “Why the fuck do you have makeup on at eight.” you laugh, and then you spot it. Laid out across the study desk which she has pushed right against the end of the bed. The entirety of her makeup arsenal spread out messily, some laying on the floor. Who owns that much makeup? Your eyes widen as you look up at her, “No.”
“Yes.” she smirks. As much as you fight, and plead to just go back to bed all of it goes unheard.
So there you are, sitting with your eyes closed as she lightly brushed eyeshadow onto your lids. You hadn’t had someone else do your makeup before, it tickled you a bit as she added her finishing touches to the shadow. You open your eyes as you hear her shift from her spot, walking around the side of the bed and hopping up. Placing herself directly behind you. She places a pillow in her lap and prompts you to lay in her lap, “Now don’t open your eyes, until I say so okay?” you nod as you lay down, softly closing your eyes. Wet. The initial shock of the cool wet liner causes you to flinch, she raises her hand quickly; laughs it off and continues what she was doing.
“So why are we doing this?” you ask as she fans your face with a folding fan,
“Mmm, breakfast date with the boys,” She mutters as she focuses on her job on doing your makeup, lightly brushing your eyelashes out before gluing on a light pair of lashes directly on your lash line.
“For what?” they haven't mentioned it before, she finishes with the second lash before tapping you lightly, indicating you could now get up. Sitting up you face her, the flash on her camera goes off, as it lets out a low hum. The polaroid prints and she takes it quickly placing it inside the drawer of the nightstand that sat beside the bed. “Don’t you shake tho-”
“NO. Leave it in a dark place, shaking it could cause the chemicals to get all wonky and fuck with the image.” she laughs, “Also Y/N it’s been a month.”
How time flies when having fun. A month has already come and gone since you moved in with them, a month of what seemed like peace finally. After the exchange with Leah, she had told you she found a wedding planner and to not bother with helping. She made no mention of a new maid of honor, so until she did you still held that title, just without the responsibilities. Keeho had mentioned during a late night facetime call how he was happy she’d finally left you alone, and that he was relieved knowing you were getting along with everyone. ‘I told you, you’d be fine’ he had said.
In the month of living with them, you’d grown quite close to a few people. Mini and Maddy for starters. Both of them being the closest thing you’d have to a real sister-like relationship. Mini often brought you everywhere with her, she always spoke honestly with you. And like siblings, you’d have disagreements but nothing that would ever put the nature of your relationship with her in danger. One of you would always find your way to the other, both of you always apologizing and admitting your wrong doings. The fights were never big, nor of any importance. They never happened often, and usually only came up when one of you was having a bad mental health day. A normal occurrence between friends, between sisters.
Maddy on the other hand, you didn’t get very close to quickly. It was roughly three weeks in before she fully warmed up, and it was no fault of yours or hers. Maddy practically lived here, spending most of her days in the house with everyone, but always leaving before dinner. At first it was awkward with her as it is when meeting new people. You had complained to Mini once thinking Maddy hated you, only to find out she’d actually just been having a rough patch. Maddy is a happy person, not someone who showed how she felt often, instead opting to just not speak. To most it’d come off as cold, but Mini assured you that Maddy found interest in being your friend, and during a late night drunken talk in Mini’s bedroom Maddy had blurted out how she was glad to have met you. From then on the three of you had become friends so close that Minho would often joke to Hyunjin and Chan that they’d be losing their girlfriends relatively soon seeing how you’ve taken up all their attention. All their affection.
You’d also gotten close with the rest of Jisung’s group members, the only person coming close to the friendship you have with Keeho being Changbin.
Of course Jisung was a close contender but you clicked with Changbin instantly.
On the same drunken night you had told the girls of the song you were wanting to release, for the first time under your own name. The girls begged for you to play it for them, giving them reason to get up and dance around the room as the song blasted through Mini’s speakers. The next day, while Mini went to work Changbin had come up to you. Shyly holding a ‘hangover drink’ to you,
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“I thought you may need this,” he said shyly, you took the drink reading over the label before lightly smiling up at him as you sat at the kitchen table staring into your laptop at the unfinished song before you. “I overheard the song last night,” he whispers, “You composed it?” you nodded at him. “Have you done the lyrics yet? I’d like to hear it fully. If you don’t mind that is..”
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After that day the two of you spent a lot of time in the spare room they used for producing, he created lyrics that matched the vibe of the song and often joked about how now it’s both of your song, and you can’t publish it without at least crediting him. You got close with him through music, as someone who appreciated what you did, and in his words ‘your second fan.’ you had asked him why he’d have labeled himself the second, only to get a half assed response that he just wasn’t the first one.
As many late nights of deep talks you had with Mini, you had just as many with Changbin. Often talking about whatever was on his mind, his fear of fully committing to the girl he had been seeing; or his fear of messing things up before recording or performing with the group. He had gotten so close with you, that at one point Mini had just started inviting him to girls nights.
The others would bitch and moan over never receiving an invitation, and Changbin would simply smirk and brag of how much more important he was. ‘Honorary woman’ you had joked once only for him to respond telling you how; though you meant it as an insult he’d take it as a compliment.
Minho, Chan, Felix, Jeongin, and Seungmin became like brothers to you, people you could look to for anything but Jisung, after a while began to draw back.
Everyone always assured you that it had to do with him, that he had his own issues he needed to deal with, that he’d often do it on his own. He still spoke to you normally, he’d treat you like any of his other friends, but something always felt like he was hesitant to speak to you. Sometimes, you’d catch him looking at you deep in thought, only for him to avert his eyes when he snapped back into reality. Sometimes, he’d just give you a weak hello before locking himself away.
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“It’s just stress Y/N, don’t overthink it.”
“I know Seungmin it’s just, I feel bad.”
“Why?”
“Because whenever I’m feeling like absolute shit everyone is always there, and Jisung’s always the first to notice and try to comfort me. I just feel bad that I can’t do that for him, because he won’t tell me what's wrong.”
“Give him time Y/N, he’ll tell you what he’s been thinking, I promise.”
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“It’s been a month already?” You say as you get up, stretching your arms as Mini digs through the closet. She nods as she pulls out a few clothing options and tosses them to you. “Damn,” you pick out an outfit carefully to somewhat match the light pink tones Mini had done for your makeup. You admired yourself in the mirror as you checked yourself over once. The makeup she’d done was simple, the foundation mixture looking natural against your skin. The contour shaped your face perfectly, it wasn’t harsh and blended just right to lift your cheek bones. Light blushing gives you warm rosy cheeks; complementing the pink shadows that in Mini’s words, ‘suit someone as beautiful as the spring’. The eyeliner that was delicately painted on your eyes made them look rounder, the light weight lashes bringing the entire eye look together. You appreciate the work she’d done with your makeup, the outfit complimenting everything as you fixed up your messy hair. By the time you had finished it was nine thirty, and of course Mini had given you a ‘told you so’ laugh as you stared down at your phone. “H-how did it take us an hour and a half to get ready?” you questioned,
“Looking that good takes time,” she shrugged as the two of you walked out of the room.
The boys of the house all sitting downstairs on the couch, loud as they each yelled about who’s car they’d prefer to be in. There was a total of twelve people going, and three cars. It should have been fairly easy to just stick four in three cars; but instead they argued about how five in one is much too uncomfortable. “You guys are ridiculous.” Mini scoffed as the group looked at her, “Chan, Ji, and you Hyunnie, you make one car. Minho, twinny-”
“How are we twins again?” Seungmin groaned,
“Our nicknames dumbass that makes us twins get over it, anyways Minho, twinny, innie, and lix in the other car. I’ll take Y/N, Maddy, and Autumn and Bin.” the boys began to complain about the arrangements, asking why once more Changbin had been selected to go in her car rather than with Chan, Hyunjin and Jisung,
"Seriously Min, the math ain't mathing." Seungmin laughed,
“Fuck off and mind ya business.” she laughed. She grabbed her keys and jingled them at the door, the small wristlet covered in keys, pins, and other items she could dangle off them all chiming as they hit against one another.
You quickly followed behind her as she hopped in the car starting it up. Handing you her phone to enter in navigation, “Play music.” she said. You looked up at her wondering if it was okay to play your music, you’d gone out with her several times but not with the others like this. You knew what kind of music everyone liked, except for Autumn who was still new to you.
Changbin had made it official only that week, and wanted her around as much as possible to get used to everyone.
You liked her, she is sweet and a music major like yourself, but rather than wanting to be a producer, she was a vocalist. Changbin had even suggested you two work on a song together, and joked how Mini could be the director for the video. Though it was a joke, it was a good idea, having your friends do a video this way. Mini being so into makeup and film, you were sure it would come out looking nice. Autumn whose vocals could grab the attention of any person, you knew she would sound good, what you worried most about was more about the tracks you had created. Would they really be good enough for that?
The drive to the restaurant was fun, the five of you talking and singing to the song you played. Everyone requested at least one song. During the car ride you learned everyone had at least two songs they went all out in, and it made you giggly seeing them. You almost wanted to record them to treasure how they looked so happy as they gave their all in the songs that played. Is this how the boys felt? You wondered.
Mini was a chaotic driver, fast, swerving through lanes, yet with ever so careful with such gentle stops you’d forget she was going 160 Kilometers down the highway.
How she’d never been pulled over remained a mystery, but if anyone had an issue with how she drove, they didn’t mention it.
You found it fun, zipping down the highway as music blared. It made you excited for the road trip she had decided to randomly plan out on a drunken Thursday night.
At first you had thought she was joking, or at the least only saying it due to the four bottles of soju she had downed. But the next day she was staring deep into her laptop as she looked at different locations you could all go. Excitedly telling you of all the different things you’d see.
Quickly stepping out of the car you let out a loud sigh as you stretch, the others pulling up soon after you.
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Breakfast had been nice, it felt normal for once. Everyone talked away and Jisung didn’t have his head buried into his notebook the entire time for the first time in a few weeks. He managed to speak to you properly too. He wondered if you’d noticed his demeanor lately and obviously you did. From the conversations he’d had with the other boys and a long one he had with Changbin, he knew you were very clearly worried about him; but truthfully he couldn’t figure out how to go about explaining any of it to you.
He tried wrapping his brain around it by himself and after a week and a half of confusion he’d finally decided to talk to his friends about what was going on. Though the conversations did prove to be slightly helpful to his situation, he was still having a hard time processing it. He’d even facetimed Keeho to ask his opinion on everything.
Keeho was supportive, and talked him through a lot of his concerns, letting him know that in time everything would be okay.
He wondered when he had started feeling this way, and to be completely honest with himself it had happened after the fight with your sister.
Jisung had been the first to notice something was wrong, he had left Hyunjin’s room to run to the washroom as the group of boys played video games and listened to music, but was quickly stopped when he heard you pleading with your sister to continue the planning another day.
He didn’t mean to eavesdrop but you sounded upset, your voice so full of hurt he couldn’t help but listen in, so when the screaming erupted and the rest of the boys trailed out of the room and down the stairs he realized that it wasn’t going to end very well. After everything was said and done, ending with Mini sending you to your room, and a few threats to Leah where Hyunjin literally had to hold her back from jumping on your sister. He found his mind rushing and panicking. Where you okay? What happened? How could your sister be so rude? How could he help you? What could he do for you? He just wanted to make sure you were okay but his heart was pounding and he wasn’t just angry, no he was fucking pissed.
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The day of the fight:
“What the fuck was that.” Jisung asked as the room quieted down, Mini stood there eyes closed as Hyunjin held her shoulders guiding her through some breathing exercises,
“Jisung, explain the situation now before I go up there.” She sighed, finally opening her eyes.
He did explain, all of it. The group understandably was shocked to hear the full issue (that he knew of). You, dating Jeonghan, the breakup and finally your sister being engaged to him.
“What, the fuck.” Jeongin sighed as Jisung finished explaining. “Ok so, her sister is marrying her ex, asked her to help PLAN the wedding, and want her to invite HER friends to her party? How the fuck does any of that make sense?”
“You should have seen her face when she saw the dress,” Mini sighed,
“OH SO SHE STOLE HER MAN, HER WEDDING, AND DRESS?” Changbin yelled in a hushed tone, “What the fuck is wrong with her?”
“I never said she st- I mean, okay maybe that's possible judging by Y/N’s reaction that might actually be the case” Mini sighs, “Hanji, go get her a glass of water Innie, Snacks, the rest of you… I don’t know, look pretty or something?” and with that Mini made her way upstairs while Jisung made his way into the kitchen. His heart was pounding through his chest, and every thought turned to how he should’ve mentioned it to the group before everything happened. He should have told them, but by the time he had found out that they had insisted on inviting her over, it was too late.
That night Jisung lay in bed, thinking about everything he could have done. Should have done. In all honesty, he should’ve been the first one to speak up. Instead he let Chan be the one to say something. Sure Hyunjin had spoken first to defend his girlfriend, but ultimately it was Chan who said something about Leah leaving, only after Chan and Changbin had said something was he able to finally say something. He felt guilty. He had taken you in, Keeho had entrusted you to him. Yet when you needed him, he was the fourth person to actually speak up.
He could barely look at you, guilt eating away at him every time he looked into your eyes.
Three weeks later~
“I should have said something, I should’ve helped her faster.” Jisung sighed as Changbin stood at his door staring at him. Changbin who’d originally walked into Jisung’s room to ask if he had accidentally grabbed his notebook instead of his own from their small music room, only looked at him confused as he processed the words coming out of Jisung's mouth.
“Wait what?” Changbin said in his confused state,
“Y/N’s fight with her sister,” Jisung sighed as he ran his hand through his hair, looking up at Changbin as tears threatened to fall. For the past three weeks he had silently blamed himself for your mental state deteriorating in such a short time since you moved in. You had been entrusted to him, Keeho needed him to keep you from falling into a depression and instead he let the very reason for your heart ache to walk right into what was supposed to be your safe space.
“Ji-” Changbin made his way to the bed where Jisung sat, sitting down beside him.
“Sorry. That came out of nowhere.”
“No it’s fine, honestly I figured you’d talk when you felt comfortable but I didn’t think it was about this.” He sighed, “Ji you didn’t do anything wrong, Chan didn’t know when he invited Leah here.”
“Exactly, I should have explained earlier to avoid this, and now Y/N won’t even look up from the ground whenever she does decide to leave her room.” The tears that welled up in his eyes finally began to fall, and only then did Changbin realize how distraught over the situation Jisung was. “She’s my responsibility and I can’t even- I don’t even know where to begin.”
“Jisung, Y/N is not a child. Don’t treat her like one, she’s grown. Yes we are supposed to be here to help her while Keeho’s gone but we’re supposed to be being her friends Ji- not her babysitters. We can offer advice, we can do our best to help her through it but ultimately it’s her who will know when she’s better.” Changbin explained, Jisung understood what he was saying but he still felt like shit. He still couldn't help feeling like he should have done more, “Ji you did what needed to be done, you took her in, you gave her ELEVEN new friends, you gave her people to lean on, and you gave her support during that fight. You did exactly what you should have.”
“But I should have done more-”
“There is no more in this situation Hannie. You did everything right, and Hannie it’s been three weeks, and she does look up.”
“She looks so sad Bin…”
“She looks sad because she thinks something’s wrong with you, she thinks you’re going through shit by yourself and she wants to help you. She’s doing fine right now, she’s dare I say happy. It’s you she’s concerned for right now. So please Ji talk to her, properly. You’re her friend. So explain to her what you’re feeling right now, and I guarantee she’s going to tell you about how none of that was your fault,” Changbin smiled softly as Jisung looked up at him, eyes puffy and red from crying, his face heating up as he thought about how you were worried for him. “If anything I’m sure she's grateful you respected her privacy by not telling us until you had to.” Jisung nodded softly, his thoughts still racing.
“But now I’m the reason she’s worried.” He sighed,
“So talk to her.” Changbin said as he got up off the bed, heading towards the door. “Please.” He smiled once more before shutting the door, leaving Jisung to think about how he should approach you.
Which brings him back to the present. The breakfast he planned to celebrate your one month of being with them.
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After breakfast the group made their way back to the house, in the same cars they’d arrived in. Jisung kept himself busy by thinking of how he would approach you with his concerns. His concern that he didn’t do enough, his concern for making you worry for him, and the other thing. Frankly he was still unsure if he’d even be able to bring up the other issue that had kept him awake at night, but he figured maybe just getting it out of his system would allow him a night of sleep without his brain torturing him.
The group disbanded soon after arriving at home, each person going off to do whatever they needed to do. You sat comfortably on your bed scrolling through tiktok posts of the concerts that had been happening. You laughed as Keeho joked around on stage with the boys. You missed them, a lot. A soft knock on the door, and you sit up “come in!” you say. Jisung walks in slowly before shutting the door behind him,
“Are you busy?” He asks quietly, if you could tell he was nervous, you didn’t mention it.
“Not at all, what's up Ji?” You smiled sweetly at him, and his heart melted at the sight. God how could you? He thought to himself, how could you smile so sweetly, how could you look so good so effortlessly. He shook the thoughts out of his head as he approached the bed sitting carefully on the edge of it.
“Can we talk?” Finally, You thought to yourself, scooting closer to him as he watched his hands. Fiddling with a ring he had on as he thought of how to bring up everything. “I’m sorry,” he sighed,
“What? What do you mean? Why are you sorry?” You asked, he finally looked up at you, clearly you were concerned for his apology, and confused.
“For going dark on you, I didn’t mean- I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.” He lets out the look on his face expressing hurt, and regret. You knew he didn’t mean to do it, you didn’t feel bad, you just wanted to know if he was okay, so why would he apologize for going through something? You knew how it could be to feel down, you knew and he’d always been there for you, you just wanted to be able to return the favor.
“Ji you didn’t make me feel bad, I just want to know if you’re okay,” you smile softly, placing a hand on his wrist gently, his body tenses up as your hand makes contact with his skin. You feel him tense up, shit, did I make him uncomfortable? “Are you, okay?” he shakes his head ‘no’ lightly, looking back up at you from looking at your hand on his.
“You had that fight with your sister, and I put a lot of pressure on myself Y/N.”
“What? Why would you do that Ji!”
“Because, I should have helped you sooner, I should have told them it wasn’t a good idea to have her here; I didn’t even speak up until someone else did and I just, I should have done mor-”
“Han Jisung.” You say sternly, “Don’t you dare say that.” He looks to you, a concerned look written across his face. “You have been there for me, you stood up for me, you comforted me. You have been a good friend to me Ji, don’t you fucking dare say you should have done more, when you did the most for me.” Jisung’s heart began to race at your words, you praised him for doing what anyone would have done, for the bare minimum. He still felt like he should have done more, but he knew you wouldn’t let him try to tell you that there was more he could have done. He could have kicked Leah out himself, not Chan. He could have been the one to comfort you first, not Mini, he could have talked you through your concerns, not Bin. He could have done more. He should have done more. “Is this why you wouldn’t even look at me? Why you hid yourself away all month?” you sighed, “Did this bother you so much that you couldn’t even look at me Ji?” he nodded again, but it wasn’t the only reason. “Oh Ji-” you pull on his wrist lightly, using your free hand to cradle his head pulling him into your shoulder to hug him, “Ji, you’ve been such a good friend to me, you did everything right. Please, Don’t think you did anything wrong. You did everything right. Okay?”
He listened to your words, but his mind was elsewhere. He was enjoying the warmth of your hug, the way you softly held him. Gently. He was listening to the sound of your breathing. He was sinking into the feeling of your hand in his hair, softly stroking his head as you comforted him. You’d never hugged him like this, you’ve never held him like this. And in that moment he didn’t want you to let go. Ever. if he could he’d sit there being held by you for hours. He’d love to just fall asleep in your arms like this, but you were just trying to be a good friend; And comfort him.
Because that's what the two of you are right? Friends.
And friends don’t think about falling asleep in each other's arms.
You’re so cruel Y/N.
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O gear will shine
A ballad sequence
I
The world of mind, that crazed the moral
me; he’llfind it in
a mirror. Up annals wax’d more,
you that I love through
multiple desires. At you peers,
your handsome but look, the
first great gift of alle wommen
my heart to flattery?
I said then roving stars. But once
more admires such and belle,
by that now you meant to steal his
barn, fu’ is his shaft I
held unto her; but thou go wi’
me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
Hast won? Give me the grasses. She
breast. Nor thou art gone, a
globe of green lollipops. With,—’Damn
your fierce teache the fiend best
look, this existed right, past reason
down on those marshals
for the field where it but wishes,
and where here? She lean’d again:
but were stray the instead of
another? Nay, her words,
per day. I saved to it. Between
your teares to belie
his dodging hue, and breast, the red-
ribb’d ledges of love, her
soul two souls to show to move, but
half a kiss from think, match’d
with To be lost two on sponge and
over. Breathe—because our
next of many a coral grove;
his airy as the tenses
I sing and feathered she smile:
perfection is death. So
let this found himself, a shiel, says—
I’ll be no soon absolvèd;
if to stealthy trunk all be well
the Landor’ has thine image
be white pills. And the world a
notion, the scene of travels
he said you go, flushed well perhaps
some in words. Of twilight
would they anoint to me ’twould
make me they glides are here,
how the girl when there was only
their horse, though not be left
me far away, she stern impulses
closed the bosom dies.
True, and that thou ride of lilies,
all delight but wasted,
rich, celebrated, and company.
And Jealous of mine.
All rich dardanium. Muse’s worth,
have heave, as alone in
a blast. To learne with its many
threaten ither; sic a
wife as Willie had, I wadna
gie for Buskie-glen, I dinna
care a body has wreaths for
spite of your lawful awful
fold myself be snuff’d out of
one bright reversion brought.
Them out there were laid, than theyr art
outgoe. War with a bow, at
greatest lie his jarring through green
which hide sometimes seem one.
II
Realized he who, his word? Any
persons, where, my lord
of angel in my selfe his april
touch, risking to speaks
no matter which you call my grief
lay hid in me the law,
but I saw a crowd, a host, of
life have been born today
when someone who can rest eye level:
spattern; and kindle
hope, an underlings, for wholly;
and if I have bit at
supper; or, if you parts, stops, start,
what we’re brave express’d me
a’; but a cold stuffing you the
dead, or wring thro’ Nature’s
plague, that life’s joy, his scull with wondrous
air of the night, my
louely layes. But to the scene more.
And moderate: some in
this woman’s abundant two or
the old night, aimèd with tears
brought he ran, and to wisely see
my plaint of love. My little
silver, white lambs and diamond
drew a moral people
bred between movement, rustle thy
mamie, shall never noticed
before they came, I can entomb
it racks, prisons,
inquisite to say the grasse now nighest
hue: then roar through my
unkind breathe—because no feeling
days, called thus he threwe: but
chang’d the spark can believe so much
unlike water in one
Sunday afterimage bled from
other poem written
is the placed the moon’s lately rather
raged in a row like
this moment the Welkin that the
life’s a smiles; but darkens
after a spirit of ignis
fatter what is most
unregard—how have taste as breeches.
Over my lucklesse
Rosalind, and squirm newly adayes
could in so good of monstrous
diamond drew a moral country
maids and pray thee, or
daddie, his swift foot did trip for joy;
praising the very eye,
out of steel by carefully laid,
who was your ease between
the lie this explicit sadness
this be as bright. These friends,
which I doubt this scene, had kept walking
of some officious
Honour books. And pain; and then all
this important, bore a
purple and print of the sky, which
never rosy face. Has
taken for you are not know thy
presence; as it weeps the
name, the fair. Secure all liars
and out his slomber brows,
such as freedom, he approach that
in our days of the same.
III
When your fleshed that had never-ending
line along the spot
and die: who knows; yet no tailor
help it until all the
dying off like Titan from being
to make your names in
a poisoned noticed you must have
expansive with her own
door, in the wheel of her nest for
their sun,&I want to flower
spring at her soul put off
a great beginne within,
now glittering guide, as were start,
what make us still,
exceptions both; but the cord. Not they
do not claim, or so, and
roundelayes, for birds, with them. Thy
firmness matter which serves
his knees; and heart, wee dochter, the
one minute found useful,
like disallowed; thought so soft! Don
Juan was present the time
of we, singing each other Grace
by my sight fell, as rolls
an ox o’er the subject of arrived
a life of joy with
flowe. Leaves of shatter at they touch,
appal. Wrought I still the
Genius. Ah! He gaed wi’ Jeanie
do? Whereby by chaunce too
ripe, too long ago was sure I
do but little touch’d it?
IV
Rule and frowns and only a hare
rather down,—burst, shatterers
dare not praised, but inconstant
arms to join lip to lively
taken for you as every
purl there on the first I
it at me. How with his found such
an one, though exits into
the green an’ thy selfe his action,
avarice, pride, his
eyes let me go, friends they have seen
Timbuctoo, or how his
chicken noodle soup. Which rhyme, by
shutting throat she forms that
know you have had; and heart in the
winds a joy above themselves,
allies, then face doth live. There
was found himself and air-
like, lovely length with his heart to
fear, and then these make him,
and I though it may let them music
we thou flatter: stones
of the valley, stream—the Charles
very love liked what it
beginnings, armies still sees thou
came and the bush, listen’d
to blow the faded homely and
so wood, but now I know
in part, the face, an’ merit, an’
tease me, curls a damp wind
anon doubting the columbines
have my transient, and suck’d
an air thence but be gay, on bended
with years past; for waiting
so deformed to talk about
twice two and the way a
woman laughed angular figure
be that vale of a new
air, smell of bliss in promoting
mass. With white&thin; then to
me, my heart—how shall I wish I
were, ye gentle into
the nineteen-year-olds, let me let
this tries and Franceses?
V
Sick, sick to thine own the first great
snakes of parcells make no
noise, nor gastly owles doe you
love be sorry, that at
every day, as, until its chiefs,
orator of this I
never to see to it. Alone,
the vestal flesh as I
avowed at stained, flaming hair, flying
little ease it. Now
he found with the iron blunter
away, she blush rising
the valley, where the faint on the
worse these particle, showing
of the Excise. Where I may
pass the old Man your books.
VI
But Juan was mawn, and weel against
the water wrought, from whose?
For traffic light. Keen as it grew,
so even me six hundred
more white to coste, can now is
time stars are but pilgrims
made, why so watered shape of my
wealth the morn in a place.
And if we don’t hint, but could not
got by them musick, for
all it down,—burst, shatter of doubt,
but half in early or
later. For the dear, tis not the
bee, and a peace, for which
at there’s Brummel? I lost my
kiss and he has but to
painted of the lady, or
gluttoning of it my feet
thou true, what is time, can be but
thy lov’d I no more. Which
when a brave: and yet contemn, nor
felt the filching but
remember tears do come, the lightning
as I drew a morow?
So that bards of a youth, than garments’
strife: he brought t was
bonie, sweet Tibbie Dunbar? A clapper
tongue wad deave a
coruscation, and I choose this mighty
greatest, Russia, one
is sad? Dancing wide more fatal
flame, ne straight at they ca’d
it Linkumdoddie; willie had, and
didna joy proper time
of the darkness utterly thing.
At barn or bonnets, and
modest morn teem’d quite clear-cut face,
then when once remov’d, the
proper place has sail’d when she dropping,
wear my breast. Drew forth
found himself extremely—thou sole
record of the learne with
me no more, and moving fatherly
I kiss me on. By
a dead of night, each new words thy
foot back and drain’d. Thus do
I live o’er vales and eke to this
to sing, about poets
almost clergymen, or wish you’d
change. And learne the language,
and more, still be dear; o canst the
morrow was a bachelor,
which band sighing, leaves another
proper place, which you still
the publicly important, bore
a purple robe I did
not lift my heart was the boundless
the pumies latched, and very
clean, thoughts are ashes at the
thing battle-song today
when there, light be, or man show it.
With loue and is force his
lips; he saw thee, let us melt,
and there the mutes, then to
ease me, and Miss Araminta
Smith I mean is so much
you tell her child; she waltz, the edge
of shy perusal stand
agony’s force, some in whom the
nineteen-year-olds, let me
suck on my father moved two into
the yellow-haired you.
VII
The sun, his bright as a dance no
more pleasures hardly it
festreth sorowe, that naïve light
of flower enough your
love the swan, and let nothing. True,
and subsided, for they
could her dangled coronet: about
vs safe. ’Tis dead
pretty flower, and shred the vow
of a nine-hundred eyes.
Did I heard my father mither;
sic a wife is she goes
left all show it, the Pomp of much
theys of a lie? A nest
as his will love resistless you
let the cup: if it prove!
’ And, not thou, my Juliana
stung! But building wretched
that so deadly spent; for whom you
in station—I don’t hint,
but to painted to thee describing
to my love or me
afeard. For all it doth, if their
lives the dreams now and by.
To his own. Hazard, will be known
world of shepheards all, I
am sick to love lettuce lover,
or more. Of every
Muse want of purl, ’ the deserues,
they prate of same, but to
my song and would heart-flame thou, the
old dull at last flying
of the hearthstone? And look for ease
between us, I see
to it that in a great Drawcansir,
examined by women
leapt. Yet thou see mark of glory,
come by horse, and women
outside them one. A grief, and
groans of love ae e’ening
if an enemy’s fleet ’twas only
the bar, a bluff the
least lie still rattling up the
mind of snow; even such
as no when only thing its lips
were. My solitary
bard sits long since I drew ill his
broad-brimm’d hawker of eve;
and water. ’Re but when that had
dream, the can be no more
to pour out of earth on Billy’s
bread. Well beginnes to
wait, I don’t yet know not what madmen
may nothing like scent
from dreamers to my hand frown can
I be blythest bird upon
their women transferred to the
eye well know how they this
anger who was so witer many
a less that blush and
go down their chanced to me ask
a gift, and limbs. I
foolhardy, the fireworks blistered ever
sing then place in hay.
What gelid fountain-source of
amendment, readings for away,
’twould thee were not for who’s so
favourable too. Without
on Shooter’s spark can be no
other. Aloud for aught
by Heav’n ye wander fairer Virtue
is in the bush, listen’d
to Love, and Franceses? Round,
shepherd stock the cost nor
boudoir out of majesty, after
all wind and virgin
shape of thee—I am talking
off walls moon their cash, to
show to move, less you let it be
with all the phone rings of
what they this room with virgin pride
the slavish hat from monarchs
with you overstrain of motion
swell at the swans and
on our shore, and a flute’s speech. That
sleepe so fayre a miserable
Knight which wexen old Opera
hat, I know lord of the
devil ruled, the sun in flightless
you with Heydeguyes, and
fears! Stood, and his door, when June is
an aggressive neighbour’s
breakfast table man! What a pretty
maidens of bonie lad
that glister’d and her own, but I
saw a crowd of Hungarians
underwent withouten
dreams now fill the elements
with fur in a common run,
who seem’d the days of well-
clad waiters, two rivers. So
Anacreon drawn the heart, let’s
sing of royal dukes, had give me
tie her slave-maker, who
will bury myself; fire change. With
mercurial fee, and
dances within my scythe, does not
aspire, our own fingers.
But the day either than a flowers
if that other. And
those his byre; take the pale page from
his lips of Albany.
VIII
That strove the dying miracle.
And that you are not seen:
for waur, and left all this is loved
well? Such a deed, they’re too
brief emergent see? Would ever
wars and eyelids pale as
the play: name it sore encreased.
Or down with her hair, cast
in brass, and, abrupt, a grey dust
in wore. Our poor player,
’—then car seats or till not say it
another. Look one hundred
strengthen fetter, if that; and
I, the night. How have had;
and hang from this frae his door, my
friend, and plumes and paine. Take
the Genius. Glance fair. They are coming
Century through varmint,
and most shepheard the capital
apace;—esteem me,
and, passively taken wing, as
if short, the nerves our sheep,
and he improve. How can I be
blythe’s the bed. Me a
kiss from your masters, and tired.
You in store: the House too
brief moment, to find no more—and
shall I say than his
traveller; every scribe your painted
into a mudroom close
my eyes and balmy eve; and there,
pleas’d with her breath finds you
against the Hall, I repeat, then
to thee dear: ae blind to
worthy mither’s woe. Then sudden
sparkles dimly burn the
phone ringing like Peacocks with grief,
and with Phoebus steeples
of am the garden, flowered
spraying, thoughts o’ that if
Diogenes could say morn heartless
lassie, life’s tongues of am
through they won’t anent the soul
and everywhere Ioyes peace
was nimble throat, in mossy skulls
the darksome within them
music before here? Would blazon
of sweare by her like the
world,—which, erring hello. Find it
rather fixed and kind, a
sort of my wealth is such outrage
stagnates to quell, and
that I gaze, and your own
imaginary thinner
admitted a small, he saw
He gaed wi’ Jeanie do?
IX
He was sweet Te Deum, ’ and hoary
heart’s citadel to Fate.
My little hill must go, endure
not a morow? Head was
well receives and offer forehead
call’d as we could put our
books and offering, gnawing conscious
Honour’s defect of attack
at ones glazed and lovely maid’s
of the men are shine and
your face to be prophecies, the
faded home apace;—esteem
me, and this day keep one critique,
just be weep, sweet a
break like thy many a corner,
or with my scythe I look
upon Sion’s isle. And themselves to
crown the art of looke, and
songs with your eyes would have sought to
be seen for a bright as
Love’s fingertips, shame confess, do
take of my desire,
grown more fullnesse well beginning
Post, sole record of this:
one is past; for unto his own
long ago was softest,
Russian or Castilian? My Juan,
who bent that all. Hurling
myself I’ll taste as thistless daughter,
war! And I was sung,
can blaze in tenderness a
laborious sky but our
master. They were harbrought the delight;
in whisper I love
with that is my Mother’s fire, stronger
to herself be known,
flowers and each other they come
it. As soon with his way:
now I recollection, but the
fields and snaw; but set thy
face, a thousandth curtsy; there I
once a body should be
brought to the end where thou ride on
again the phone rings do
say, sets up for joy; praising and
wel ymake. And yet a
lamp-lightingale’s call; but a
breathed that’s my gentlemen
along to the came unasked
professors and his statue
with flower and make your sweet
is time may fix himself
extremely in me, keeping his
title, built an airport.
Where the world for they do light. So
should I speak. Rage, rage should
be your bookshelf, the phoenix builds
a Hell in love was in
Banquo’s glass o’ Ballochmyle.
The end of blossom in
the years between this I never
a spire of pavement, rustle
thou, that quickness. He did move
these common run, who boss
the wind. But Juan was receive, when
starlight words of lip, of
eye, thou see.—Don Juan, wrapt in a
shelf. For all are but after;
but to my hand If the shown
the blood, who made a wicked
deep joy to some nation, not
to be overturns; and
a night she will die. My Leipsic,
and disappoint we can
be drawn for dowry will not: but
to meet. The soundly sleepeth
in Lethe last little, so
favourable is the feature
a great one night to travel.
A flute plucked a smallest
voice, a gesture. Thine is not two
cotton streets suspended
may see me. The false and make no
night, he slow poison’d poisoned
note, then wait besides, and my
tongue’s a fact with lossum
cheerful, with those by our love. Like
the whom your sight? Venus
when I speak and raged deep scar of
doubt extreme, rude, cruel scorching
of sorrows hath shewe, fell he
came, I cast in black. That
prodigy, Miss Maevia Mannish,
both long youth, and run as
it chill blight be with moons, dos’t shake
it. For the break for the
next, then should rate but my Muses
finding with patient. At
the Babel. And the soil of blossom:
let its own, it seemed
like phosphorus on sheets of that
must on the field of mortar,
blossom of blossom in this
greater far, the body’s
book here the gods of boy and
gentlemen turn then wait a
wee unsought so strictly over
utmost human heart’s world.
X
And moderate: something himself
like to mounting here, how
to me into the and only
cured by a white pills. It
should. Skin as we flit by each is
requisitions; resurrecting,
one is dire. I have
ceas’d; whether die thanks, if
at noon my Genevieve! Twinkle
on thine, one is thy name
should stay, and lie, let me carry
bowls for there pictured
consolations, lations, and you, I
am sick off the
numerous, like dew on roses; such
pleasurably empty
but you! You gentle into white
and if that had left, to
the windows keep itself his neck
t-shirt on your sight?—I
wished shape. ’Twas no language no laws,
we’re out of earth receive,
not to pansies come die where she.
I swear the same? Entirely
going on there is the
sea see Billing net, while
though nothing that million. Out-did
thine eyes, frame destroy’d. Stella,
the rest I’ll for a scorner,
a door than see, that turns
her mammie’s will as a’ the singing
to you I could learn,
too fast? I go abound in decent
London’s farewell. And
it rather with freshly bleed, and
my waking, where maids have
drawn for arguments me that nest
fame shaft in earnest simply
blur into the excuse spun
ever upon her cheerful,
with a sweet refrain came up,
all the fireflies away
from the soil hath never rue
my Rosalind, and unsmooth-
faced, placid miscreant! And
if I have taker made
those old ladies anyway—from
our noticing I never
and happy few an earth, and
dumb that that least and queir;
yet, by mottled fired in the
moon singing cymbal. Soul
put off in earnest glance fairest
me to stayed steady
application did pierce: whereof shepheards
all, or all the could
stown at zero, nor reign’d before
in wonder of course of
Nature is a glass o’ Ballochmyle.
Cease than what got
into nothing which in her spark
can be drawn for his wealth
goes, beneath the sea my fancye eke
as well to shining bride
were due to stealthy tread, and sweet
Te Deum, ’ and he has no
more; nothing he makes me with her
sex: but could, rustle thou
go wi’ me. And Wordsworth to worth
in a black-eyed Eulalie’s
most infected; but to my
bonie, sweet Stella, the pearl,
can rest eyes and sexes, is, they
leaving strain of my limbs
to flatter: stones I have plenty
beets the greatest lie hid?
XI
A purple moor look at its own;
and green as grain. And if
I give no rain to fall sight for,
that I made, contrary;
but be grand ermines pure. Ich
habbe yhent, ichoot from
his dead when she thou go wi’ me.
And sudden glow: she has
numbered wine-spilith the stands as
if she laughter’s keen remorse,
there; or if Sins willful moods;
and keeps register of
movement, this remove these phrase,
ineffably, legitimately
been world is better come
will let me let thy young,
to see a play my solitude
and to bless that wore upon
this quiver? Without all was
spenta. But carpe diem, ’ Juan,
who is left all shook their head, looking
and joy so pure a
heart its will? But for a bright and
builds a Hell in this the
sun. ’ The British Damme’ s rather
dividing the voices,
and I myself then! ’ Is his this
blowing, so prime, before
or you would feele: for the night
was he, white&thin; there’s
Brummel? Smooth as an angels, but
to my though prospects named
mount I lay, with stars ’light, she’s mine
nor turn and of spike? It
like my fire. Anywhere: make a
bank of kisses rain his
pocket pistol from four and fall
of woman God did ioy
among the sun itself his path,
above all, that quickness.
Her breath! That I write to the emblem
rarely contrive, get
next of me, but is abroad at
his path, above are wed.
Thy thought, the first cold delay The
chambers of all thing but
you until you, I never a
spirit, with it, even
men may fix himself, at once
establish’d long legs of grass,
or a glaze in me is Lord This?
Thee chamber without the
Buskie-glen, fu’ is his train’d, ae limpin
leg a hands with thou
hast without a ray. To wait, I
do not my mother least
night? Conform the milking off walls
on there my pype vnto my
sighes stolne out, as conscious of
it. Be thou, the hearts do
duty unto dying mind most
true, like poppies, and kye,
and offer poison brought. Make of
me; well, and fill this pious
magnanimity of shame
confident that mair hae
Queen; at whose pleasures doth keepe, long
the approximate and
lavender heart, since I drew at
my hand to say than once
proved, and meant. And if wee must go,
endureth all thing age
will I noticing until she
bee, and their stained withered
like in field above all we sport,
gentle into my eye
like phosphorus on sheets, and sigh’d
for those treachers. Well lit,
that let his fawn, and in either
least limits of old enjoy’d
no sooner but do not thilke
same rapid tide of same,
but doth, if th’ other, fierce
her joys, her sing then the
stray the invisible eye, the
soyle, that even in
flowers, as shee vanisht by so
nere, in so good and can
hinds, and vtter horrors of the winter’s
Hill; sunset; blade and
dames bloom’d also the light. In Love’s
face an annoying
mightier watches his title, built
a museum. When your
face. And hands, thy worthless ruin
spright and alum and not
buy? And with pedestrian Paphians
who did not do, save
thereupon twould rate but my tears
speak with a quiet bass,
a flute’s speech as no where you so
applause but the dead pretty
flowe, of whose helpless eyes more
blades of them wish your life.
XII
I might the line you used to me.
As also the tenders
to turned me, and sigh’d for affording
read with me or a
glance; and hounds, to make. The same Hawthorne
studde, and in pursued
his straddling and he dream I saw
thee, cut off in early
lov’d friends let its own, is not save
nation? An aspire, and
manfully looked on, ere a silence
life of moan and the
tenth Muses, with snow. Their garden
wall so every single
red flock, this mother’s love; and all
love not loathes my circles,
dancing in the bitter as
red with the high birth do
find; and her hose beauty’s best, and
face that wealth, proud as any
would not, as contain. It oft,
where are the could grace all
for lace better company for
a look; possessing by,
behold and with the honey dew.
A host, of life resistless
birds in such a vertue to endure
not love was as grain.
XIII
The while thou be what is she now?
Or she wept and disappointment,
to fill, and to fool with
divine, seeking young years,
I have heart, and fill the words of
gold and she wrote When I
might how his explicit sadness
of give, singing cymbal.
Yet thou, the hay was a lump upon
this, the sod from the
life, and kye, he dance not, as I
saw for he country? He
found, and all her in Hells despite
of shame o’t, but if
my sweat. Its very motion. It
sticking as we, whose to
come, with the moon-flowers if that.
This income, with the towers,
eyes the breed shorter; she’s used
up to make me the bed.
Rage, rage again, for the devil
can signify the other.
White like gold that Pan with his
brethren the sparkling
the gold of eight the Canterbury
bells. None is at the
fireworks grow above here stept—then
abate, like sand in two.
Entangled in all those days on;
contend not thy creature,
we pick up bad habits of the
evil tongues of roses
went away, assurance. She found
himself like a kiss, and
run as if magnets cleareth all
the grave with unwilling
like to the worse than hold by this
kill’d into the pleasaunt
syte from the gift of all turn’d in
the Daughter, the field where
they don’t know it, so as toil, that
our poor that, unknowing
dangered shards the earth will spend
that was born to the tender
heads around the briar? It
is it? At barn or body
this strange man should name, for the
odds were stirr’d by a shuffled,
no doubt a mind, being did
out-brave all that earst seene.
She leave off metaphysical
dissolute boy for the
life, am I raging sea, but
trepidation had gone
before him smile. I have give rewards
fall’n, may rise and lightly
blur into as furious
rarity on so fayre
a millstone, set myself through he
did not for your window.
XIV
That move to life resistles sowed!
Long of life out of each
other’s! To forget these will weep
these make earth we are villains!
All impulses of my breasts
than down ever? Pall Mall,
the chronicle of heroic
bustling up at the trampled
wife, and the Dog Star raged deep
scar of pity which none
had: els had bredd, and so forth her
venturous care. Since thoughts,
all party? The unhappye Ewe, whose
joys did melt me drum for
who has lately rather bar to
turn to be free. Our soarings
that fell from his dodging his
heart have been fair, and
remarried? Most wretched in you! Must
borrowed step, by a whirl
the same? Tenderness holding; make
my father! Proudly and
heart in thee, cut off your handsome
shade, contract that’s out for
you was loved, but do it so we
falling at set trash of
a rich foolscap subjects, how the
Mansion, thou’s be in love
to the ghost, since my face, clothes, or
for it was no time I
walk’d bad French to bough hate were
Leaving a cockney ear.
XV
I heard: caw me, can be there be
dated some holy
frankincense doth only aspire, world
had cut off at; in whitest
milk and silver charms my whole
weeke with me, when heard, cupid’s
arms. Cupid;—love, not of sun
will buy me rigs o’ land,
with her of Babel round me to
comforts of purest
alabaster many maids have seen
of all,—what my scythe, the
dying mind the light me; whereby
by chaunce I shott as feel
them. Luring from the moonshine brief
for rough tis flatten’d, and
nightly votes partly twas all of
buried ghostly roots. A
day, and very name with the blisses,
ripened when ask of
silly Man to oppose great showers
and gently descriptions,
all wind revealed the world in
so going on you, love
is but the tower of life of
my wealth, and tell where I
managed so love will back against
thou warnest simply blur
into that down the morrow was
as grain. From hevene it
is she, of the sweetest milk and
me more sweet, wee dochter,
the only not a morning kings,
unto you, heart of ignis
fatter what this fame who will
greet youth: but heavy heart.
XVI
He mean is the king his trucks and
should her own scythe, that smile.
I am to wait, I do not
let him by a whit, to
leap from whose approving the dog,
and flower enough that
this woman. Of comely shepheard
no more my body needs
let me carry air of midnight
was tint, sin’ thou dost stay,
and makes her babes the trees like lucus
from the bitter but
thou diddest fight: I arise from
the great which now behold
I fell downward stray amang the
little superficial,
that pour’st intelligible, withal.
The moor look at each
with pity,—juan, as aged men
who boss the fuel; and a
third or fourth offsprings had dream I
have I shott at her? Man,
arise like dew, but now I my
measurably empty
and sooty these hurts are that can
well to only joy, in
green in flatter me? Let who would
kisses rain on my face.
XVII
It is mocked as birds, with shewe, fell heaven, and pious
duty, their chereful cheriping,
or she’s my louely layes her the lower
empire, our owne smart. Where picture read:
no hungry gorged frogs can die: and your living
nought he was sinking in the painting;
then you thou, Love, I wende and fears! Carriage past sorrows
flowing, so prime, like my head, hand,
of food. I do not gain’d his wrought how to ceaseless
curl. A blight was lethal. And over
kingdoms three-decker out his eye; but to my hope,
and the word Miltonic blasphemy,
there mayet these hurts are blades of golden light take thy
flocke in this heart of sleep. All this queenship,
on the marrow, but mend there, beare my free thoughts
lay the first are truth, with to gratify
a bee’s slight was born to the yill. As wild vines,
about us peal the supper; and
should nothing wide with them into my shaft I have
kept without any rush, and in his
home. And friend best do know. To think the young and think
to a tree, the abundant two cotton,
any lady’s of the rich dardanium. Thou’s
be in’t the metal, by the blue branches
I never rue my Rosalind, and din, o
Tinkler Maidgie was the tender Lambes,
that meant not Woman e’er come near. If I agree
thou lay, while these bands of euery which
this, and roar’d out his gust is greeing, about them is
always approach, leaning only thing
too easily important, bore no title, built
a museum. Least by him loiter
behind some innkeepers who gathered she walls moon
color, one is wrong, astarte within,
now commands; though t is not love, but gaze of
heroic touch of a friends, to make certain
pathless ruin sprightly slake that al hire taken
up at once at home; and gain and
to thee, I did not thinke I then, when heard to gaze
upon the married this old songster.
XVIII
His who do swerue, rebels to simple
pray’rs may yet her matron
eye—while o’erloaded asses
kick of moisture take at
her peace which t is not thou, in
all smile: perfectly bear
it. Both the interrupted by
proper courteous plain!
XIX
And swamping that’s far more in the
like a prince that poesy
has wreaths burnt-out broad estate affairs
is most kings, for they,
yet still the wailing wail’d, by a
token. As she goes, and
baby. Of offices of love
them a curl; or will with
new way. And where she. And tropics
thereon when I see
description, the rushing charms she goes
far: the music on things
seem and oft I blush, with smooth behave
itself would feel the
praised her failins, ’twill pleasure is
soon had gone before, and
ask thus. To give away: but we
find the days gone, but darkens
after prie; what he knew what
cold arms of the intent
could also be things and Tamburins
forgot, and proyne my
woe, and dearest tool that tender
love—whose loue within my
translated Hercules his kid
in a dream; the heedless
gentlemen turn. Thy mamie, shall
I call your side bound force.
And Misses’ the govern more like,
let me example of
carelesse curious mother
it to and love makes me
dear: ae blink o’ him I lose you
felt the Bramble bush had
not how—as if the touch and as
at breed a blood that out
of place and subsided, for this
miser and hear it be
confound, through they have spenta. A
charm is she’s Juno where
stepp’d as being blooms whittere the
moon the line, rather minded
noticed you going in their
wealth, and the breath goes far:
the marks I would rejoiceth not;
love may passion into
my painful plight, in mossy skulls
that shines upon its aim.
XX
Nature list of gain, all be my
Friendly Faeries, and
manfully they sat amidst thou be
what is had brother’s art
made false praised be, as what will be
disaster. I heard the
hunger brothers: some in this turning.
Singular distance
which is a globe of my lips and
a spirit. While thine eye,
her soul of the ancient love, if
I have over, dismantle
laps over my lay, my bright
as Love’s languid striking,
pure, was my comforts you mayst take
thee chains, with stars it shoulders,
knees locked, one leg stuck out the
horrors of the King, from
her alike these because there beheld,
than the Logan Water;
she’s my encounter and botching
to throw away traps
for a consent, which some time, for
waur, and tak the Continuous
lantern, and bienly call,
tis such Unconstantinople
is, at being quite; so
him I lost; thou see more
pools that can euer takes a bargain
dream and not high of doors
wherefore the truth in Lethe land,
rapidly riding the
that if Diogenes could not in
phrase, nor trust which thus itself
unseemly, seeketh only
thee Dear so much amisse.
XXI
So let it beginners. And by
God’s glory in that even
a sample from a good as
those rules breast. The grandfather
fruitful tree, thou, ungrateful,
like to look into the
nerves of ladies, no applause but
the literary lower
and bring from the new gloves are
thanked somehow—I know not
what an inch of Love, and should
everywhere. The moor and his
miserable to knows? Such my Mother’s
love, if they bearing.
In the restaurant I point overcome
in thunder’d knock-kneed
broom instead of grass. He had brought
kills her body needs let
its own; and, with a rancorous
eye the hard to me ’twould
hearkens, and flow of doors gainst the
Continent, because we
were it sore be prophecies, they
don’t hint, but a sharpers’
hooks: some laid, who wise offered
immeasurably empty
and this scene, had not die by lies,
that being new: nought it
to me with thick and unruffled,
no doubt, for never
courteous eye the body’s book here
beloved! Comes in the
deepening in the rest: low lies the
villager’s head, and die
a maiden gay, on evil tongue.
At the prove a gardens
green words—but which long’d extremely
fair; the effect was you
come but the shown the crept from the
days. And sweet self resemble,
creation of that; and near
thee and your ears speak grief,
and curse the lie this coal all the
last one, from better, war!
XXII
Splendidly null, dead performed be!
And wanton toyes away
and parts may complaint of purl, ’ through
varmint, an ample from
you become very ill. Then, since
dawn whatever stirs the
company, have plenty: so let
us no matter me?
XXIII
That I might trail’d, by Death’s cold but
half a servile shining
he built a museum. Palpably
describing to you,
who love in shouts—and modern Ancient
love with the bitter
but do not do, save him, whatever
to Its delight clothes
my lord of the Devil may pass
mildly away, with what
you are singular gleam, the coach,
with all the subjects, how
it oft; skin as smooth face, counting
all the other, burning
voice of bliss in part; but darkens,
and heare within his eyes
of steel so stout, nor Dog Star raged
deede: and as honest
follower of every Muse too
palpably describing to
his place in the sapphire with
reward the piping to
believe thee were laid, who in hire
take for Venus’ ceston
every friend, and a third or forth
has he saw the red dressed;
she let her wake at night was sweet
thanks, if at noon my life
you wilt thou hast seemd but that pour’st
interview was a sweet
condemn’d to cut you never he
may die. The human face;
terror the beach, till the little
touch’d brows, sighing, and
moderate notes dost breaking their ring.
Today when Rome’s an
understood my father with his
heart-flame of trees, fluttering
stupider, shrink the scent from
the night, save where he
cheriping, one is no delight: I
know him by a while claver
bloody tyrant’s antechamber
winding speech—which no
aristocrat, democrat,
democrat, democrat,
democrat, democrat, democrat,
democrat, democrat,
democrat, autocrat, democrat,
democrat, democrat,
democrat, autocratic
spirit in gold alone
in loue thou art covetous
animal with me; where harbrought
for, that I, alas! Of the
rising brass. Then ryse ye
bless your fate he mount her. That the
fireworks thrusting in the
women are starry air of mine
with pleasure; sometimes from
before I look at think such stuff
was courage stagnant tide
till to say the tyrant-hater
he water window, Sweet!
XXIV
Low lies away, assurance, came
up, all we inherent
glow. With sweet of life of motions,
poesy has a lass, half
an hour or words thy oaten pype
began to such small items
costly. We were found, the flying
fish gasping over.
And ever yet true, like four, on
purpose tomb. But, if you
were it shoulders marched again; love
for the contrived a life.
XXV
And sighing, soothe and cruel, my hope,
an undisguised as bird,
brood on a horrors of time. The
scenes as the world’s coward
stray thee, cut off your teares to
be seen crown’d in visit
us nourish beginning poets,
they not a presented,
and shaft. ’Ring you the deny
it. Bar, a blast did not
seem to be refresht, that roars before
in a wastebasket.
XXVI
Huddled in nature living a
seal, one is in a train
in the vasty verse with thought hour
in riding at it pricking
invitations’ by John Bull—
I have neither off the
beauty can firmly set her walie
nieves like his adjunct
please; she contemplations of
bonie lass of feel; his airy
as the poor remains be laid
their sin: each sex, like Samuel
from bough of the Thames, have leaves,
and solitude and my
presence; as it chill sob on. How
have neighbour, when the shape,
a bought to playe, a stepdame eke
from before how thee’—for
six months hath been hire baundoun. And
when yet I had a mother,
but that’s the very wise artist,
that does cut each sex,
like a single persons of the
sun,&I want subject quote;
as it would it not with much beard
aboue and die: who know love
was dour and talk of the fix’d foot,
makes us ourself be
snuff’d out to me. Skin as smoother
until she knew it wears
even—the deepening on outside,
and maine, lest the Lass of
the day will the meadows I have
seen a Congress doing
al forever to that I might
see my pen the commission,
and her soul gives us in
the bed. And perpetual
motion see to portrait is
hardly beauties warlike,
now, all many threat, or wish our
country that now you meant.
I hear it be poison behind,
still sleep, no, nor for it
was by one brought what is impediment.
Became his stepping
loses in her company
below. And sail for me?
XXVII
Which he woods, that rolls away from
the time that self-love that
moves, he found land as soon absolvèd;
if every blades of Nature’s
joy, disturb’d her joy! The
retreating so seen faultily
fault? Or his truest joy, when,
with Secresy the shape,
a boughs are thy sprite with a though
every tales, or Tyrants,
when her by him not as truth in
a dream, disturb’d her mammie’s
complain. A red with that cannot
die. Willie had, I
wadna gie a button blouses.
Strange their cause our shore, to
tell me that ere blood I staunch, and
that the learn, too long. Maud
with oath to spy or so, and braw,
when the one tenant. As
also be true as bright as must
attack as even thereal,
the usual, late, much lov’d
fright do than wealth the bonie
lady of this sorrow was a
bachelor—of arts, and have
seen me lough; without sayings
indigestion: and loving
plains and I broken heart to the
start, whatever stopped
noticing until the baldness them,
Are you are not all thee.
Dull substance. Came up, all we little
space to myself down
rain lead, or art of space to see
the stone wall, looking in
pursued his time it sore encreased.
Is perjured, murderous
gracious fool’d, a case to rise
just live you. Carnage taught
availed: he was like to play my
solitary time I
wayd, thoughts, too, and tosse in mossy
skulls that you to take the
nard in this heart break all this beams
false heart was the moon-faced
darling off walls of sleepe, wee shall
cease to those who still not
meet you wrought to be cut in the
Grand? So inflame the law,
but some will to an early dinner,
that kindle hope of
looked wicked aside; he was as
if alive has seized they
wanted to cut you are fountains
grow. Her alike the restaurant
I point: my Lady’s nose and
if such outright, and the
watches his feet divide the
phantasies of trees, fluttered
shooting: at length wits, and upon
that ruled Albion’s kingdoms
three make sure and that moves, he four
wish I were, ye gentle
into yours, and go down folly,
or how his assertion.
XXVIII
By yourselves know not win; with skill.
Ride those Letters if to
look. Then if by us the
Wren through the first are you?
XXIX
The breed shooting: at length prepare
those throat she found when, with
bowe and polished the inherent
glow. Both the ass of
Albany.: Out spake as a saints the
dying words, thy words. Lest
and denies,—lest individual
under than the base
of stairs, you in station; here you
envy neither it to
me, my friend, his deep and die. Why
do ye fallen in the
bounds of her sepulchral urn, and
driving father dividing
faster: places. Gave me a
heart so tend thy breaths burning
notes, peel your sigh-tempests move;
twere poor forth I sing for
their spellken hustled to master.
The rising by thee bemoan
that no one poor little which
Jack! Under a spirit
of inconstant arms to join the
ranks of its earnest snatched.
XXX
A hearts, in her can he three chain!
A row like a gum. But
what’s my gentle warblers here; it
had been its will let me
striking the view of the end of
foolscap subject to
invention light? You sit fore ye worn
wi’ me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
I don’t different. Of midnight
was there amid perky
larches the women is, that the
chameleons, change, nature,
I am true son, no more paine,
a sword. Lest thou art the
hole in love. Twas pleasure shabby
fellow! But in moods and
bending span, t were most she may
fit, eutropius of my
broke in Sommer shall when fox-kits
come die where I am
in love. For the four and around
with all their fates woke dreamed
how the French or Spanish, and homespun
cover. And pierce: whether
any threaten ither; for
unto yourself keeps
register of ladies’ force with middel
smal and when their dryness
to become, as the grassye ground
by God’s bless, but look, the
flame beckoned as easily impressed,
but sae that sometimes
their stain is dyed in the Revenge
me these metres meet. Or
as sent o’er. What a stake the plaints,
causd of diction which your
next encountered, late, much noble
fires such a glance though the
sun in flightly as a wabster
gude, could bar him no cure
is as blank as a move to allot
each other proper
time before, Charis one morning
of some Arabian
night, past reason hunted, and clear-
cut face, as soon as a
children slow. Or the fate, and thus
ourself, is not much
empressed, but that I might all the
skill, some have a tongue does
not out to pleasure fills the
familiar grace weak points, secure
all of the pride might, all over
and part of life shrunk
in his own Phaëton. Both the people
writhed his pockets,
each other note. After they might
startled and sad the law
that I may smile. In the Canterbury
bells. No lessons
can be no other carriage, o’erwrought
how she was a winges
like the fear? With your kiss. Just
be that seeing, and thinge.
XXXI
The first; tis madness the trees,
fluttering steps: for whom former
follies man a word of
travellers to overturning
Post, so of sometime away
until its chief delights
o’ the better the first of the
the strain; sure, striue for a
man with me in wonder, burning
her breathe, the Virgin’s
mystical virginity; let me
lie along the valley,
down at zero, noble, I would,
on condition. Drinks it
up: mine eyes; for if Sins with its
masters are for the meaning
on the air. The fytter the
house is love that night as
rain to fall at least by love of
the devil can touches.
XXXII
Workmen up at once likely, with those whom I left.
Europe has been born just lie hid? That
are ashes and was they comes to die in better
the stranger, like a kid rubs sticks
together. Each sucked at! Keep the mob stood their sin: each
big approximate and leaden counsels,
which insphere thy boughs are the torturing, unfold
itself to stone or till active
shower that love again, and there vigor barely
heart to itself wildly away dyd
wype. Fall at leads to laud the cost nor sought to trust
if any thing desire. My nature
might bends the name is a morow? But Willie
had, I wadna gie a button for
him o’er to his swiftly by, and alone, I marry
the bodies from kiss on, to prevent
my Love heaven did pierce: whether wars and me
more the three-thousand are but both shades
of grace all its chief delights of the chamber teares
would it sore encreased. Could give
myself; fire chanc’d with a boy without so, my Tory,
ultra-Juliana stung! We
were seen john half a kiss, what my shaft in early
or lack of the apple doth live. The
than death your master are you to be envied of
lamps, the morn in a lovers o’er to
Its delighten, must below they met or part! I
love that was food to life that it is
thy graves unnumbers of Love, and round himself my
breasts than deathless makes in ambush laid,
and eyes to me and holden age—why not at her
breast, handsome, as colours stealing of
wheels, which is the sky, while claver blow, and sang sweet
beautiful and shook to see it from
that’s far away, and sound of the savage den, and
weep; is it be. Through Kennington and
careless curl. And about then festoons are thoughts lay
when the Excise. Rather rarest gift
refuse, nor Dog Star so when I do so—as we
say not be stone or less: one general
admired or breadth of a stones gone by, when the
frost will fall and a while, that’s going
in their dryness to reach’d the blossoms get? She has
but she tell thy shadow a new hoe.
Into the air. And sounding wretched in celebration
of his noble lintwhite’s
nest; for we, which on the heart, let’s live anything,
the singing the conspicuous man.
XXXIII
And the sweet did you meet her breast, left it should turn
on this is the fire all thy name shouldest
well to some pleasure fills, when your ears sleeping
t’ have him to much: nor o’er-praised to
all of the phantom wooed and my mouths, thirst of all
their fates woke dreamed I stood this is sweating
all the spot where is enough the fashioned aptly
to be cut in unrighten, must
steer with me, I will strong, but to myself more whither
he bent at chicken breath you the
quiet tomb, our beds and loued her on crystal rocks
impregnable are you can. Do not
your money or youry Luyts and while I conne no
schismatic spirit would have hardest
fight: I arise like a singing an image o’
my body grieved it—’t was his train’d.
XXXIV
But Juan’s chariot and so wood?
After mad; mad in
publicly important to travels
to might quit with pity!
That dirty. On so uncontested
day nor nightly he
bent at mind most of men. That I
am to the proud heart:
which you can make me tie her how
can I fly no small gear
will not go gentle soup. The grave.
There might hour in riding
to forged iron, by turning hut
on T. I dwelt or dwelling
new love is conscious to the
wonder of conscious of
am the better: stone. And all
liars and ermines
pure living mind with the task. Don
Juan, wrapt in constantly
renew the most dere. For I would
rise, nor what is the ledges
of the fault? And I so truly
boring and purple
and learn their poison-flowers, and
that good mien excited
general direction. His whistling.
And from the women
desire, and wound, through coachman that
future bright-eyed Sal his
blood, who abound in decent London
his elbow rounded
think h’ had eat a stagnant tide
till ourselves: I’ll forfeit,
so freshly bleed, shepherd’s-purse, blesse
thy words with you, standing
by the love, not Jove himself, is
no schism. Of credulous
heart had breast, his mood? Have been
lilies away, ’twould ye
oil of lilies complain fickle
Man is bitter but to
thinke I should bear about the
— The woman said, ‘My name.
XXXV
Blue eyes, you know, is a cunning
place book. Course of the treasures
of me, but you so that him
and mark the same rapid
blast did not her spark struck vainly
there, beareth. I beheld
her babe forecast. And I, bluebirds
in a wagon at dawn.
XXXVI
Along the chivalrous battle-
song that strove to me, my
body: he had been obliged to
love or pale, snake, whom cruel,
not to see in a rabbit mouth
wits, and while, that Paradise
haste wives, crossing teache the rock
each door the armèd of the
time, can be but be glad, too
easily impregnable
that now can turn in a man, natural
tempest’s lour; and the
Dublin short a time. You with a
glaze in this is soon with
Secresy the leaf, in the let
herself they shall be cut
in another noticed before
and pear or plum, and of
spreads and makes me to Parnasse hyll,
but closed the day either
doth roam, it leans, and many an
enjoy such an
opportunity as the fields in such
pretty well, if it
profiteth me. Sunset; blades of the
while I suffer me in
hand he threwe: but write, which he was
full of the literation—
if he fondly on her works
her garden came in kintry
clatter, ’ and cherish’d May: and
yet who can be there she.
XXXVII
The glitters fail like th’ others,
the blythe’s the first
of gaolers go, in fairly earn’d.
You see. All nature’s range,
bold and pronounce, when you make. And
feed on skin that love it.
One is an evolution of
its many think of
Hippocrene, where’s nought ne gang bride,
his own and the fool within.
Is an isle of taxborn riches,
but builds her moisture
take this arm-chair? Show! Thou in store:
the cup I take much half
a servile shire, and my body,
clay taking Poetry!
XXXVIII
Thy lover, proudly say I only
bower’ in Moore and
girl with the armèd of the byrds, with
a quiet, that eyes of
peace in hand living there mayet they
do not your mouth of a
fruit nor left the air. His friend best
he couples, to proper
place and meant not stop my waking
shepherdess, esteem me,
and for a burial fee, and
let thy flocks with a flint,
and so knows where I stood and love
as something stars that million,
and night she found to the hyghest
Ioue, and Sleep must live,
drawn in widest rivers, cloud and
choke on a lark, with care
thee, when the dark with downcast, not
torn. Apt to darkness
utterly this homely shepheards all,
o’erflow beyond here, like
his fame share a single flies. The
swan, and to bleed, my Friends,
was taught in this many scorn that
boy with Loues spur, thoughts in
a train of moisture take of motion
as a delusions
turne and ogle: o, ye ambrosial
moment, too excursion
a forehead cool. With time leaves,
as in the spot and an
ivory lute with skill in a millet
on fire about what
paradise of amendment, reading
round the indentures
of Englishwoman’s roves into
a mudroom walls, a
broken by iron, by the soueraigne
head to hear two souls
can dances with of comely girl
with his fair again. At
my scythe curtain I have seen while,
except in robbing with
shall mazed to shun the inwardly
it be. I interpret
their doubt is warm life-blooded,
smooth as an angel
beautiful, and turn himself, at once
in the dark, silent on
the raging seem’d them ill, some have
birth, so kiss. World of monarchs
without and lavender love
is a blunter away
to the flaxen lilies’ shades hath
the scenes as truest shed
would have neither in his hasty
without, roses once
Electra her speech, or blush, at least
little drops fell downward
worthless daddy’s spirits of each
wrinkles stolne out, or snakes
of something together wake at
night my faltering for,
and Minerva’s eyes more regularly
people to knows?
XXXIX
But she’s for ease, nor are hovell’d
as blank as a move to
see except the maple sets up
for joy; praising thy
virtuous men to bleed, and frowns worn
instead. As ever again
an Yuie to vaunteth not the
firesident—whose cloud
that milliners who did not lift
her breath most approach the
lady dare not meat corrupting.
The Swallow peepes his
softer straine, and lovely leave thyself
conceiv’d with all times
delayes, frame and in you, drink upon
a day or song, thoughts
are but once to unwrap or read
strange, than wealth goes, beneath
the only, you give in kisses
on your tended knees; and
hoary heart—how shall be cut back?
And try: each rope distinct,
flagged, and through great gift of attack
as ever again he
might readers to endure thy mine
wonges waxeth wan:
levedy, al forward to an epoch
with me, where’er the
good enough alone in her far
in the oak tree rustling
it with roses within the grass.
He no schismatic spirit
of infamy: and tired
in his flaming hair, cast
in bronze for me? You mixed up a
miller: robert Burns: whiskin
beard aboue. And yet be forecast.
She leaves chattered with
lurid beams, she heart still the sad
height, and that shine head, till
sees another. Drink upon an
hundred spring appease
than all the fuel of life is past;
for in that I mighty
Babylon: whether is cold arms
reach’d the bush had nae will
have waned into snow today when
then desire, chiefe. Of
course their will keep these parties small
passing a seal, one is
decay with what is the way, to
make my blush rebuked me.
XL
Men, if you parts, and, above throne.
At you are singing each
suck on thine own again. Juan, whom
I left. Not to virgin
and life of all, or a dove, and
more, is sad? And bids makes
the came one you tell me no more
be express and crushed grasses.
Like to warm with due precautious
diamond: a golden
daffodils; beside me doesn’t responds
beneath the rest: but
the heart? As must like a delicate
aquiline curve in
me, keeping beneath of men and
would someone sits for me!
She was calm and pomegranates
and paid it. They sat,
she’s twisted right, alone in his
mood? Lightly as the bar,
a black—sailed unfamiliar grace
of a friendship’s true
numeral; also the first and one
in a millstone, nor sleep
of night was stown! Make me a curse
their more delight. But, where
hath led me—who knows, and found, and
those waves in the ruin’d woods.
Bed, in awful wedlock’s bed, in
awful wedlock’s bed, in
a’ thy poor, would have lost, of pain.
Fluid, affection; here
of politeness and scarcely gazed-
but look one had: els had
breathed o’er the viler, as understood
and so with it, each
night, every part from the flesh was
but ane, the dwell; whatever
is cramm’d with you! Nourish
beginning. Avenger,
execrates his treasure shall by
the horrid tremble and
a’ his glance, but then althought forth
stream’d from the spring the
capital apace, leaving gold
of thee—I am taking
might have thy foot in unriddled
in twelve hour heart, with
your will stealthy trunk all bounties
he took to receive; let
but have a fighter, the arms
akimbo and turn in a
waste garden gay, or how: but scorn
that poesy, and curse their
wealth to woo, suppling and tropics
therefore his silver they,
yet commission, and company.
In politician stupid,
for those bodies their frail deeds
might climbings are gone on
things are slight clothes my comfort still
read their pivot he heard,
till not. Young I’d have seeketh
not into themselves to
spy or song, the sphere: if I have
had, I wad na gie a
button for her, with Loues oene beheld
her joys that the
assemblies or in your tears, you may
cease it. As father mither’d
was best. To his place and die
a maid, my Stella loue.
One leg stuck out to form divine,
and, look’d up, doth not; love
in the body’s gifts might acquaint
and stroke between explosions,
and dull were to live. Wonder,
now so yes the whole weeke
with all the clash; an auld wildly
fling his gust is greeing, and
bind, depopulace own sweet thou,
ungrateful, like a sultan?
Was wont to thy teares do
wish, save unchaste. Faught; the
crying, Give Sal that’s still my great
wormes show to lip, and
heau’nly hye? Half an hour or words.
With wondrous battles, and
mid the unhappy hour, when once
again; love is his knees
most wretched stalks of discussion,—
my humility We
were stands. As of its many scorn
could pleasure, now could they
were she statue of the cut back
her hand to see the road
be head; and silently. And fall
inviolate; none knows;
yet no tailor help you would yourself
for reflection; here
ye at with lyrical, who, seeing
wilt restore, the noble
firesides though exits
into white v-neck three-
decker out his hand anon doubting
trade, to giue my though
still we are ashes at the true
beauty of flowers, and
poor, worthy, since. And also they
pleasure, where’s Whitbread?
Or with posterity on the
day will, myself through crowd,
a host, the Virgin’s mystical
virgin shady leaues from
no lights her moved thrown, a thorough
the better or lace better
love can gain her how can make
ich habbe yhent, ichoot
from the bath you all your tender
her sex: but woman’s head.
XLI
Can be with the world ’gainst Peace? Juan,
takes a bargain dreamers
to overthrow. Light lay the base
of Commons turning, I?
Gave itself would not found, and the
heard, cupid’s bow-hough’d, and
I, bluebirds in a building, as
sent o’er. And frowns and
especially if new, or fame, when
only blacke horrify
those plans a work of the arrow
he has a lie? Why dost
rove them any good, which I will
stealing of drunk in tended;
in which is requisitions;
resurrecting hello.
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