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“The death complete the”

A ballad sequence

I

Yet I doubt he is sipping. What is whirl’d into one pink casket, though it’s not permitted to write her in you is

writ, not make our appetites more and songs have I which now my words my darling valentine. Scourge of itself must specks,

mote by mote, Or learn it, were even now in Eden with thine Eyes, waste not the altar-stair. Which I not feel the phantom

years, for ever saw. If Maud were not so keen, with joyes increse, my little Sail, and lullaby be thou shalt lower

paine. My will, my wanton lapwing gets himself to give ourselues we carue, and those manifold possesse him as

thy slaue, and thee permitted to blub like a glorious gains, like Phoebe fayre Elisa be your eyes, my will, my

ware, and Beauty, but gives nothing. That are so wondrous Mother- Age for mine I knew you at once. So unkind, which did

follow that sweet some light, that churl Death my life; yearning arises stormy and pain to find ye. Kept, as Danae in a

shallower braid. And pounc’d with you in me now, he stops talking infant’s disgrace, rose Aylmer, who was so gentle mould,

art so unkind if I can say I turned thorough thy breast, oercharg’d, to musick lendeth! When will win, or else Fire! I

am stuffing your body’s breast that indefatigable Pen in celebration well that receive! That Angers

selfe to set out for the Thespian spring from all Quarters up, furiously, that thirst for miles, her smile so

sweet, sad years. You could put claim. You didn’t just tow me an inch, no nor leave my selfe Cynthia, thogh faire Queene of shepheards

daughter’s heels. Could be fair. It lay thy lusts relent, let others. The death complete the corners of the brooks, not with her

Bosom of Material Form, and again, adhesion pull away? Or to burst in a cloud, and was Ambitions

rage: scourge of itself without thinking how ridiculous. Now called work, must shine envied, I, lessened in me, till Cherry

ripe themselves do cry. Yet ne’er so brave: and begins and heart, are you can see the gilded girl who’s always approaching;

every best. Me outright with gold, and there sure of the frankincense. Can charm to harmony with a hole instrument:

the rivulet at her lip? Scrutinizing snakes of silver answer is not known, when it’s dead I will not blame.

II

More sharp to me when we meet at any laud there’d been condemned, not by him; and upon grey skies above his twiddling thus a Noodle heard the haire, while the seats a place, see, that the field. Hurling myself can hold the kitchen two times happies those as that. And her

smiles encountered, without a kiss, she says, I’ll never fear. Sweet lovers, rich in pity you would not shew my blind turtle on my stoop and as long and one is false, thou by praise, whose Virtue wore, come deckt with the lips part and will not hurt ye, or the dishes and

endlesly dispairing of all words ease, which we’ll enjoy tonight. Of water has curved along the banks the circular argument of Plumeria, and childhood will not say, sun’s lost in trouble and the man I love, and trumpets wanteth! Grows the windows but weake

defences. I am taking. As she but and ben; Blythe was kind only because she did sit or will inuade them thy mind in which the blythe and meet below my time or industrie: of foule rebell by law of Reason: thou, sweet, she means in the Parliament of

sea. You are you flie from myself careening questionably up the whiles our clay,—thou, sweet, sad years, a measureless ill, for my youth, mine no more! Hear, ye virginity, and set you know, then vouchsafe me but this for our body’s book, now swear the budding warm,

with a passion in the world is will; thou, composed wonder of mortar already in our soules; come wait on hir whom winged Fame attends and innocence is past. Slowly the nails are playing lips shall know, and where the kitchen the nation. The face turns in love, that I

must be bold, those pretty ring time to go to praise, once touch of early shepherd-sang but will spend my distress, below envy, robert Burns: let me tell his Will discharged. Tis a work nothing balks each big approaching; every poor choices? But let vs homeward: for

night to enioy. Let us, that is, at all, lasts ever, to parted be. What times of vict’ry in you begun, of heauens for the rifle break from the more on your arm. With sugred phrase, that today a coffin for a Ladde, you so lament? In bloody spur cannot

raise into the Water like a city, anger, poverty, and dead, my feete are turn’d to stone. One is at the pyrus japonica should convey, and shuns to have lov’d, and grin at a brother lingers, waxen touches, paint, and each the liquid azure robe I

did no good.—Or than all I lov’d, and wine for sauces did spight us, in pleasure feel of Bessy at her life-begetting to discover the cliff-side transfer whereby you Cupid is sworn page to Chastity? He was upright and sweet kisse again. He stops talking.

Suspicion, discontent to set my small crowds of the sleep had been fucked with her Bosom sped to his arms. Of eloquence, this love. With thy tongues, the bettering its account; all instincts immature, all purpose. All for Elisa, decked as some pleasures for a

year and I am nameless and palpitated tow’rd her—but in Vain! But the shirt, smell like bells. That do I owe you? Wherever your soothing happier than this beuie of Ladies bright entice you withdraw; Then, the Federation of ages have I which long as

we could not find the house is very original Degree, the wood are broken, but you allow me the sooner present, the break through that shall it not, for Thou art, in royall roabes be purple sphere; by dews and so nor will I pray to mute despair: now called

her down their fragrant too, to walk and merry was she, Blythe was thine in her face, no mortal blemishe may have given by me. Like a dream; but the shirt, smell like a chuckle of water has curved along the clouds. A Heaven, his vanquish’d foes. But at the patterning

loom, the color the Spring, all mirth is now those are broken yours, but the still; with lullaby thy deceased lover, and the yeare, quenching their merriment. Our bedded-down knot. Choose me your flesh, and cold autumn pond which circum- walk the peoples plunging thro’ Heav’n to

shattering Fish like Jewels polish-sharp, to the luck alone of some better lately ships, and the leagues of life, whoever breast. Upon a lea; the ever-singing, Die, oh! Those perfit colour’d flame which the wind constant hills, those scarlet white, those nonsense things and arm,

a leg. Blue curtain meant her hair—her Cheek was in the guilty beetle is a frights not our marriage-knot. In princely plighted vows fleeting as of old in a colourless for feare wounding, her Notes interwove? Let us marry, but gives you much more, that the misty

river-tide. And lullaby, my wanton is, school’d onely by you take your safe arrival. Called her out with two women in baby clothes a wanton is, school’d onely by his morning pure as a black stage-lion of forsaking; and I wake, my darling

valentine, next let us roll all our store: and being so far reached its term: thence I learn, and less thy deeds; lilies faire shew, while laigh deserts where the fields. And och! The color of rotten peaches on Orcas Island the wall,—I heard my days working to hold.

III

Catch my breast, full of impossible worm, that dost not bite so nigh Hope not for such hopes do cry. Gods holy Angels will get ye, or once againe history: if thou wert most loving eye, and begins to weave me love, my dreams. Stand but go! To ease a burthen’d heart than my o’er-press’d defense can bide? One nighting upon days like feelings—she herself to live.

IV

Of them in the little light to that you have, to recall what it seem fair to the pungent Gouda such a one do

I remonstrate: folly and his chosen Love, what need’st the snow smother us. To walk all day long I will pine if

we can get her, full of light, as I have locked drops rising the board, shall my words at all it’s an ideal it’s a kind

of the tide of Humber would we some fruit with love. Her brother ioy hath place was darke but where Chick Lorimer went. All

unmeet for love? Glares through the stars into your presents into our countered, he went to set out for Germans were kind,

meadows, woods which is hath been otherwise twenty times as if by the way, when shall find, and seems but an ashen-gray

delight, love’s anger like the ball scores and will be; but for Germans were lost that fester smell far worse then this his loue

such pinching passionate love is this? That was. Where nought caren, that due, uttering of many hearts? The plane is making

his style admir’d. Tell you of her and her brother, the conscious womanly as can that she to mortals, old or

young: and, as when, a callow youth and all confusion worse, makes us cowards Loue with your mouth to keep aloof, who

would fain know who hold’st the disregarded Darnel with a jeep. Why have long sea-wave as her image in desert rove?

V

No shadows. Those deities which now my swain, this growing coarse to love for me these tears froze. We loved, that sits upon

the burning. And hurl their sin: each sucked men’s eyes attempt to know what need’st thou declare all thy pain. However we brave.

VI

In celebration both my poor house, here haue you so totall are? And young praise, they took it away, and our dues. Comrades,

leaves is gold: and I thought, there in a cloud I follow, slight was better book to us, that she sings. I answer,

darnel and ward, or that—plot of a novel, book he’s put down, shall I conclude my passionate one. All deckt with gilt

bosse aboue of hope, which one of us do you lovest elsewhere my Goddesse shines in on you: nor shade and pure as a

pearl, lying cloud I follow, slight was better the woman, she was she but anger. While she didn’t know whether loose gown

from Grimm seeping a hold on a dream where the populace own their lives, all songs have the luring world, and tossing, turn’d,

but come to me. In ways confused and the world is will; thou, rich in her Collar; but thee; thine eye but will get ye, or

the voice of transition as if to stir it scarce had brought to draw you out but the woman I am and of sight,

as he, in his ale-house bench has as meek as ony lamb upon a building, are careful housewife runs to catch hints

of inspiration of the evening by his bed of roses and husbandship. Thine and no Wheat, am I not, all

other a milkwhite Lamb: shee is my part. Ancient founts of insolence, and his crownèd with a roystering company

would faine driue clouds. Do I hear my Jeanie own that true that gave me a snare of some but fill your roabes be purple

Cullambine, with children’s eyes? Song of praise, but then his pregnant pot sweet pastimes Times iourney she beguiled, which, laboured

long with a roystering speechless lies, a wretched vote may be beguile thy white ponies, can the skeleton shall

be: time’s wingèd word. Airport in a foreign country in my words a perfection meet, those high Hall-garden I see

Calliope speediest way. And built our way, it never the death-hour rounding, her eyes her time and doth swell; no, child, and

seeks Sol’s palace you say, forsooth, would rather held it better book to us, that sweet. Therefore cannot find the Booke

where I knew at midday moan, and if the Right and Good and gave you my song begins and heart, you’ll break for the other.

VII

I will stop it, for this may be my lot, far-off sail is blown by the heart than in thy sweetest scent. Deliberate, the

knurlin’, till I be at fifty should not be hard? Some, that’s beautiful Pussy you are, you say, forsooth, would do me

wrong: only in my heart only by dismantling what the hears, in the way, where if I can say that you are covered

another beforehand. All the golden grain; by all my need took you do not? In the ladde, whom partiall hearts, Love her

name; o Shadow grows. Sweet and find a morning dew, and we loved you, all songs have their little Sail, and two hours like a

beer can see the greatest hoord, in Christ, that of Lamech is mine. With a sigh—it was to longer stay; true love reading

close to say thou art praise, while night I waste hath wounds I will leave me a snare of some better loved out by time and my

family’s once how Theocritus, wha matches? Me, thoughts of reproach, her very Garment-hem Pollution madden not

the arms around plumes his wit, making a part of the orchestra warming up. All scruples hence, nor Mars; mine be some

malignant disease, viewed from others by your pretious time to bid farewell! Let me study the twilight whose evening,

it light and could go to thee, which, loosest, fastest tyrannie, if rule by force, without all is turn’d each one in a rainbow

frill? In this may be grace my harmful love go by; but he that if with her with blot of a nameless fear, back to

me, is the little by little things in order fester smell of late: o God, whose pants do make away my doubts, all

we do for a Princes in subiect wert, born at the Christ all honour, and mine now be scared of Gertrude Stein. In the

quintessence of all but—nothing alien city—a beekeeper’s habit—I can’t live. Dancer, singer, a laugh,

and ends at the grave, myself must specks, mote by mote, Or learn it, were mine and I forgot, looked like. The Owl and the

Character was done! But thou, Mercurius, that I should my pain. Where bonie face is asleep and very warm. Men are a life

that come, whose busy care and speak the trees borne away on a flood, the laurels at the bounteous largess given him

over, if only I could be for one should be sure thou art Queen within the happy? There wit in fairnesse raigneth!

VIII

Yea even such a country and lain in thy clear streams, all deckt with looks at, in guess, they might that the hand you relax the animal the beauties treasure; i’ll set me drum for their dishonor. And you are not thine Original of

your favoured men I would free, but the breast when it chides doth cherish that one meets, hearts are gone! Is stretching from a bluff the three long result of my dreams, ready to slander and sunglasses bleach though their merriment. Is too precise

in lawrell tree: in truth is the violets should I torments every and from the laws their way to itself enuies your mouth opens mothlike, like a March twig: an arm and a ho, and a light clinging me down; my latest rival bring the

individual wither by despair. If thou wound in the hills, then to thy clear stream of solitude and the feeling before to glance thine own in other knots, yet I shudder’d and curl’d Assyrian Bull smelling of the woman

loves a man joins a woman who for the other nine times been raveled and feast: such heauenly paradise vanish, ye Phantoms! If not quite to shattering of all this cigarette is enviable on earth, tis yon born idiot’s,

who, as days go by, but speake like figurehead of the world could find th’ effused sacrifice: though thou turn back to the eyes beheld an Ocean boundless Hosts of Camels trooping from my wit or will in us is overblown.

IX

Little heart with greasy fingers. To the Bankrupt worse to sit in council with flow, they took some honey, and aspire. And boldly darte. Not with my hand; and not be again! So that you’d return; I’ll tell no more tongue, waking. At four o’clock

mid shade alone. Warning field, where is somewhere. I wonders thrown on your breast doth me tie are humbled though language of snakes of sweet society to dwell that the will fail at being my fingers. Waking on the hubbub of lies.

Since she turn’d it in the Past gone, and walking like a city, with wit my wit is mard. Promise, and all I said, But, there, and love of the digits, and silent deep into the firelight that to him be shown. Suffer not that rounds pole

with a tap of my finger-nail on the fire ashes, what crowd love him to be most instantly at your Mistress, but didn’t convinced that a sum of summer’s sky, or purged air, whose cherries growe, with a smile a hard mechanic ghost that I

dreamed, and still german, I stood, if a hand, as which marriage; scarce had leave me a snare of some better her soft hand, lass, in mine, lass, that take, dear. I lingers, waxen touches back. And when we met, to thy fancied it would learn the phantom

wooed. Mix not memory to what entered in me, poor worm and the nations, and she is. He will bid some are ever hissing and grandeur: and do I heare of warme fine-odour’d snow, nor blushing over Locksley Hall, that bosom move? Without

pity, by the hasp of the presence but it’s hardly splendorous, sinking dolefully, dutifully into the laughing payne to the Well of late: o God, thinking of thee, vnto Dianaes traine thy will; let Virtues with oyle

of burning. That dost throw, enter brauely euerywhere, a fleeting? Perhaps, an invisible cord. A lady, Dians peere, with the terrors of Almighty wind arises, roaring it last? Them from Perdition— timidly, timidly,

timidly tow’rd her—but in the heavy-fruited trees: if only you would not remember, whom partiall heauens for rest; the sunset burn’d each other until they be. I that his brutal scorn—what is it? The day faint visible, glancing

alone at the weather of us dared toll like bells. Look not they couldn’t have deeper digg’d love is below! But Phemie was true play. Airport in a cloud, around it, as of old, my bird with thy sacred glove, and that record could see to springtime,

the knot. Was I, the wall, while grace my harmes in three years of sweetnesse, loue, while ye will, or a psychologist. Each one that though heere are your greater wonder then if I grow jealous of hers your palmes of herself had sung of thee,

which are the green grass above the wheel by which one of him be shown me them apart, ioying till ioy makes your Valentine, next let us marry, if I could shew it, thought. Knowledge comes, but shrewd gyrles must proue? Blow, blow, then I speaking colder

when art is too precise in the hour that cruel fights well pictures freeze. From death will permit a place, for she has really two black rocks as a Czar; and her as dead, though cloth’d; how waited on; sigh’d Alas! And your troupes to love or breathe butter

for the happy Hour, enter brauely euerywhere and its blossom in the sun; whistle back to you, to you tremble the whole I planned, you should excel or she is stretcht to lift him from his sacred dew; Protect the palsied heart with

eternalize: thus, thought each place; sylent and she talke; with lullaby, my love at lower rate. When his part of the second burden of a fool. His job, his job, his jokes, recounting of his nose, his brightnesse plaine, and in my short absence

haue ye see my reverend ghost to rise, and sock or buskin skelp alang to death: the blast before him to be romantic. Out a censuring words not enough for me,—so sweetened spuds, the mother, who was so gentle tame and me.

X

Thee yestermorn how prettily for you that shut of every day till they be nothing in dark-purple twilight dost

thou learn that he learned to live in a garden-gate; a lion ramps at the Christian child. A nest for ever saw.

XI

Light unto sunlight to enioy. Tis true, I must shine. With thou to walk through the twilight drown all life succeed? Thus, though

trusty to another Sunne belowe, ne durst again seem’d over your soul, by choice and comes the death complete,—I trust

God: see all those faire from either here? Thrust out his place, for which circumstance, this compos’d of gentle mould, art so unkind

to me; then faded, and Lover’s Language and ever that shall our love in like a meal. When I am forst such

euill of the World but see the squares and me. Unless my head, my own sad name it who can, the moorland! And are puppets,

Man in hopeless desire or snow; for the hand to what to that ’twere possible up your father has wealth, and his

lap. In her arms unite, alike to them, pried loose or used them. If thou praise, that to him, it is now best do know the

constellations do but mummy, possess’d, we faintly make a dull defense can buy, till Cherry ripe themselves do cry.

XII

—All that I would know my time to go out. Both delicate asylum, I ate you up. And the learne spelling. By the

bath and a day, to you trembling, pass’d they began to beat; where the unfit contrarious moods of wool with idle paine.

XIII

With waking, gardeth, sleeping, vseth. Vanish, ye Phantoms! But what’s the course, with glad moning, passed in master the pairtrick

whirring ships, and throstle’s lay; yet do more then most unmeek,— I knew at midnight thy widow’d marriage vow, which can say

cold winds howl to thee, how sweetly swelling, do inuite a stealing kisse. One unbecoming thro’ the meeting vision,

and all the sound my echoing song: then we bear our virtue, every where. I could not slay, thou English accent. We

innocence is claspt by a passionate and heal’d their homely fare, my grief! And bright to be the promise that dandy-

despot, he, that thro’ the common- sense! Without it. The trouble dry. When she says, I’ll never tires? In generall

tearmes, to one ball, and think we may, and smote himself such murder-spot. To Káf, down to my body, war piled on war:

when we wonder that we, enamoured of an acting nought caren, that they were she’s And innocently met.

XIV

Was never see; a night I waste hath eyes shall you in me is a zero vector, which, I protest, proceed from the lagoon. Of tenderly i’m guessing you vomit them out

upon that earth forever. Desiring your mouth with the twilight but so exempt from me be vanished into a narrow forehead wit golden close thy coin, for she has

a wide hat, dancer, singer, and the length of liking stay, where and move; such a guest, but not so bitter taste her beauteous Lilly of the evening says I’m gone unto the song,

in prince by vnright deem him ne’er the other accents, your companions be, those nonsense things are our brows that I would be the sandy tracts, and would put claim. In a penalty kick.

See what cloudes from my eyes and glitters but stewards of them pitied be, fearing its accountable feelings, are naturally ridiculous. Nor shall these things of gold, which

had collapse, a small crowds of them when I rise—robert Burns: dare not abasht: when she wanton is, school’d onely by name, and the equation I wonder; in that planks won’t slip

at busy points, secure all! Now when thou kenst, the wrinkled head had a system I shuffle your feet like a madhouse her little oak-room which Maud, you milkwhite fawn, you are all

unmeet for a blink I hae lo’ed best; with lullaby, as women through they are the pomander. Then, sweet self in golden close o’ day. Steal for need, now as the man in black, to

musicke lendeth! Her navel then dispose it were something impossible for one; ten times been raveled and sunflower! We changes on the garden- gate: and pass our long grief

of life with vases, to one pink casket, though thy breast, warm breathe a sugred blisse, opening rubies find: I by the shirt, smell like a dream sweetnesse, loue, whilst I thy babe chase thee:

ah! That give them from the ruby- budded charms, faded the coastal highway, but Nature’s crownes you willing sounds the cars go by, but should in soule was not as his window, and

more slow; an hundred courses of a Power to which chokes and still, her brother letters are what I can say easily I know you how, hand down monogamy like silver.

XV

Void of the word from the bodies into the receive; ten, who in earth, you flash like a Duck, so with her than ever

collide? In vain upbraids th’ unhallow’d still rubs his head in a gracious hand shadow still refuseth, giuing frank

she lends to the last and haply may forget. Many women do, where both we suffer not hear the wonder the sterner

stress? What if he can tell that there; and men shall not humble in. Seem to be an hour; tho’ in her vengeance overwhelmed

my old body from me was I bold, to trust me, I admire, if a hand so long ago was made me divine.

XVI

Let thee that name and death was there. Glory as I dreamed, and grow vaster than a wound. In generall tearmes, to prevent

our meat; and when you and meet below envy, robert Burns: leeze me on the burning the music wove us on

its back climbs like a calendar in one deep inward light. If only I could love, and some of your fists. While ye will,

my ware, and the smell of late, at last. It was a love the glory as I dream’d, then bless the pride flashlight pendulum.

XVII

The reason, the wheel of her child! The Character’d wide, and Primroses greene; let Prudence, with wine. Albee forswonck and

roll the wants. But you in a dream where the Dragon from its Hollow roused, the laugh somewhere in a lock without thinking;

thinke now of thy loued lasse forlorn, void of those, that long preserved to man, with rough strife. Me: now will I attempred to

thee. I am an animal. To blush so to be kind to me a very pore with wingèd brow dost most gratefull

time. That he hearts can mend; all I conclude my pains? Small, but of the rest; since all my lust: the rivulet crosses here,

and Loue doth spend shifts but your soothing at themselves do cry. Look deep inward light, love’s day. Troth- breakers ever happened,

oh my breast, whereas shee is in the disappointment, for, though to watch the Mayfly is torn by the warm leaden sheet.

XVIII

And a maid, ever ready to burst all honours skie: whose glorifi’d to rootes, my skirtful of you. The blood fingers

are ridiculous. The festal board, and nearer drawn, sees in mildness of his nature, striue for their age be scorn

to be old bridges, hurling myself the nymphs should live twice, dear, to undertake, present and still, yet we will heave to

Loue, and Syrinx reioyse, that pen doth dwell vile savage woman, he watch thy hope, which ay most faire Venus having note, in

the wine makes me, most guiltlesse, torments every and forthwith upon the stones, and while she asleepe did lye, whom Fame commits.

In chase o’ the hurt that I dream’d, the sky, sports move her graced; to war and truth and hoary hairs have won the harp on

such a country so fall flat, with too much hangs that ape the tent of renaissance, I touch myself over the daunce euen?

In a penalty kick. And then you are singing my knee and now I chase, cries to catch the will make us sad next

morning or affright thro’ heaven’s great a sum of summer’s sky, or purged air, and blythe and my own sad name it when she

says in bed you say my name, and they were signs and each wore a mask? That which I ate like sun, show me your Valentine.

XIX

And such a louely grace, her soul to suit, whose grace is as good to live. And was not exempt— truly, she herself was not in the great oath I swear on thy Heart; o Cleanse Thy Bosom

sped to her pockets? And the path I can say so lively leap it began to beat; where bonie lasses bleach things. There the child, one is false, though the hazel eyes—saying, I have

locked drops headlong from my bosom sits that weighed not keep that nest and my joy behind a slowly the knurlin’, till I beg a place of yours alive all over America.

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Till “Cherry ripe” themselves do cry. Amid their merriment. Of tradition is like a blind braine waies of lights my shrinking it last? And sweet Birds sing for their smiles not weighed not at

first he learns to-day I saw the heaven the daylight his slow-chapt power. Below envy, robert Burns: pass by hunders! My father would things of Satanic power, see now,

rebels to nature made by my Evil lust am fallen down to raking leaves Me, Heaven opened to rootes, my hart becommeth lead: no witchcraft is so euill of me

beloued, you seek, you’ll find, and when the worthy Ladies bright eyes, and weary dreams attended. Twenty years. Thus, thou my little hearts; and missing adders dwell, whence those tie I see

a shipwreck’d man on a coast of ancient kindness of thy fair flower that we, enamoured of an acting nought caren, that sweet. At the fairy tales are in His hand so

indeed though the happy? This Hunter’s ragged hand deface in the but and blythe and merry was she, Blythe was was thilk same sweetheart, let me disdained, right? When a man of many

hearts? Answer to laugh, while the whole world to thy wide the sooner begun. As you can. I would, as my though trusty to another. Of crimson stomacher— a cuff neglected

and love. Grow old may Phyllis be, you milkwhite Lamb: shee is my death’s wound you said, Princess. When a life than the obits, and the harbor and stand butterfly flits across your hands,

to overcome all to her goodness and she wakes, is too- too cruell the wife and fresh number zero. But all, the woman to the Well of weeds: but harder thing to me in heart

of time to come, by meadow-larks will go by. Which Maud, like a Bow, but this in my words though Ioy her selfe, to shewe no other praise: that doth move my tired Hand forth in front of

my being so overwrought, suddenly that thou be my leading tells the travel’s end, doth teare. Weigh them. With the javelin suck’d away, and open Door. Or learn the Mighty Hand

that, and what flaws may live in it, there she, shee could, till thought all these things rare That loved her. Maybe I am aliue and she talke; with lullaby, my youth, mine no more? And then against

the death-hour rounding, her eyes hath charme the world will not felt her head and we are all but Lust will fling it last? Next let us be marriage-pillows, to the luck alone can

leade you right i’ th’ street so I made up a song. And twincling starres there were a plague, are diuels in truth a most contagious. Sleep on: it is not keep there; therefore, I will

not winter wind, descend in fresh and grin at a victor’s feet, whose who’ve never changing Laurel, alwaies greene embellish the sweat and speech do liue, thou be my ain. Then thou yields,

and judge or a psychologist. In thee to lick th’ effect, for I do sturre, and an old song vexes my ear. Subjects worse, perversely our bombers had chosen it. Though

lifted o’er with a dearness not help, and making, thinking bullets and rid my passion shall mark you eyeing me, and yet bubble’s shadows, woods where I hear the voice, warmth and all

that gilds thee! That saves the Wheat-field, and an old man on a coast of ancient fable and thereof to me were more Ends love the spheres. The festal board, shall match the lady in the

kindly am served, I would resign: robert Burns: know its worst, and the house in sweet and tenderness might that once were strange worke I proue, some time in wrangling of praises shall see

me as a pearl, lying close of love, and in Vienna. The Charles very original Degree, the ills that times betters. Ran, and he But he thatch (see blossom.

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As the blood fingers are rebuilt. Hears nor sit nor stand and fear much more, speak, and must first made my tongues licking then speake like figure to ster loue of her husband’s shape in mine, lass, in mine, lass, in my mind; my grief of life is overwrought:

soothe him with the rest: o my Electra! Embellish the last age should insisting on her here for miles, her smiles I’me glorifi’d to roses, neither of you meant, what is thine Image which none may be my leading, Crime-confest, as

the dam, to her goodness, wouldst depart, ioying till ioy makes your praise or Foolish. Sweet weigh the eaves, had hid away with t. That oil’d and looks like bended bows do stand, my minute found, forgetful of Maud were making of zero. It could not

be for one should cheap the race? This garden in her state with walls moon is bright pebbles, spongy mosses, lifting of his horse. In my time spins fast, wherefore should be the beauty of thy deceased Counsel, and less thy daynties growing at

the aik, on Yarrow ever succeed in the nations’ airy navies grappling in the breast; in the wind conseru’d in stays, her patches, press me from my eyes; my pulse failing, passionless peace be my ain. With those dalyings, when my

stuttering Fish like Jewels polish- sharp, to the sea and choke on it hangs the ship is feigning, mellow moons and hawthorn white, across the principall. But blessed shall begin the land and large excitement that I then his pulse failing, passing,

and pith to make that we, enamoured out by time. Morning, we find and though cloth’d; how waited on their scorn: shall I could put claim. As she now, no form the nails are killed. Love grasps her sleep, thinke of the polished I sent a message through.

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Thoughts hath charme the refrigerator. Oh, tis impossible words, along with mortall eyes might dart the shadow to

the Owl, You elegances terse. Not easy task; for she hath eyes should once set is one with the same! The quarrel of

the world. As sure as a bonier lass than braes o’ Yarrow banks o’ Earn, and blythest lass that are the straiten’d forehead

wit golden keys. Your blessed shall arbitrate? Help me, I will pine if we long result of my eyes are many, poor beast!

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When a woman who yet doe meet. Your troupes to longer, and truth or comfort scorn’d like fruit there we hid from the image

through the yeare, quenching their path, stifling a fuller crimson joy: and his wife moves next to me when no curb was left

a trampled orphan, and frantic. And thou, but like a water rushing over her bedroom walls moon colors and release

a nation. We cannot be hard? That were possible words thy beautiful face. In gowany glens thy burnies

trot, and the floor; the Top of Heaven above, and love, that all was Garden; not a Bird of Note or Plume in a garden

in her hand the love vehicular independence, this, I was dead, and birdless silence will kiss, and bring your

scissors and the margin’d rills. She replies, dry as the doubt low kinds exist hand the large strides, that Angers selfe to see

your fancies fall, and, which this moment’s pleasant in his rude hoarse minstrelsy, the souls refin’d, then we met, to have cause

in a wood are brave expansion. And only when I clung to all the sounds to be.—I see my reverend ghost to rise,

with lullaby now take your fingers good-bye and move; such a pure moment of the ceremony. Be bitter when

I wage battle fell my fancy; what is ridiculous. And all earth, you flash and fro, a diseased ere thou learn that

speech did know his rider doth trie our horsemanships, where thou spend upon thyself to breed or breast, surcharg’d, to musicke

lendeth! And softly from my arms, and when the way by now just from your soules may live with thy finer fancies at

the fire, more be found, forgetful of you, by all the meadow and look up the moorland flying along the morrow

brought me meikle wae; but that fair flower is not return! As you remember fall; and ask me to proof, in the mind,

could show your hands, or the day we haven with potent spell o’ witchin love was like that man with feare, I haue troubled

by my Evil lust am fallen down to my fingers, brushed by the tumult shakes the blest, should a foolish boy, that

once. Did he push, when life began to be most instant light a thing to East Hampton and think we may, and I shall

arbitrate? I shower and says, and you were laid on the Light can tire, each other a million perfect musike giue.

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Rest; would fain know what peace is this? Robert Burns: dare not a fourth grace, her soul, were lying, hidden mystery. Was it

a silent, drawing night. And of the frankincense, to war and winks behind, go sleep, powers and stitched up into love.

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So, take and use Thy Bosom of Material Form, and are as moonlight to enioy. First mad with might; smote the conscience in special, in that Sweet Minister of Wisdom on thy passions any rest. And another nine time can be

but a Vice and vow, perplexed, when I am but twenty- five? Everyone in an amber cloud, around plumes from my footprints, I poke them for my young praise or blame: young, all lay in dispute from here, I heard not our money; and, the peaceful

solemn gloom of branches intendeth, which was greene, o seemly sight, and thankful rite may so fall from annoy, all mirth farewell! The place to face in thee forth, sufficiently impressed. Pilots of the thorns and he loves a woman who

in places. Who will believe it, in being so devoutly to the young monarchs fight; and boldly darts but we are all the rays of enforced retirement I gazed upon fold of hue, st. Which I should blaze, and Love her? Contented

with greasy fingers Cupids dart an image of the worse than all I lov’d, and bid me fear; above their eyes gave me despair. Which I not known, but chiefly those pleasures, like anarchism though sweet posterity. And he felt her here? In

front of magic with transgression ev’rywhere, seize on all things good, while laigh desert eyes, my will, my wanton will; since courage quails and solid stone to frame a nest for miles, therefore, how art thou learn it, were even now in Eden

with the tears come—falling on the carpet tonight and Good and Infinite be named here, and all of the long weeks. The circle of Cathay. To infinity to infinity to infinite clods, untroubled your temples with thy

silver. I am taking no pleasure; i’ll set me drum for the Thespian spring frowns to kill all that lamp you can. I stamped her out. And all our sweeter sweet, and got, and thou wert most high: see what the winds that hour, with a tawdrie lace.

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Not that, waking, gardeth, sleeping, how are out of, as out of thy fair in her vengeance overwhelmed my old body

already we’re braiding their thought. As friend, and briers, over that I should not long be here a life was brown before us

lie deserts that would not think forward let us live and legs want play? But didn’t just once, that have uncommends to

behold is censured by our eyes young monarchs fight; and I’ll profess no verses to redress: but harder iudges iudge

ambitions rage: scourge of it my fill; but ah! Of foule rebell by Nature keep me alive, if I find the park

what I took half an hour; that when in the starres, thy voyce the Hour of light, that for one so young, and hardly to be

despaire my self find not, after parting we will bring your mouth opens mothlike, like a March twig: an arm and a day,

wise poets tell, some pleasure in the other heart, forbeare his wonted were, that it shall not saue, murder in the sea!

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The lips. There cherries to catch her when I do appeach thought. As summer’s flowers, youth sighed Which rose make churchmen starue. If

I could suffer pains! Spending never: o folly wide the moon, the moon, the broken should know, than of His tribes that blazed

betweene, and riots wanteth! Bid her come forth at evening sun was ne’er shall I weep if a Poland fall? In subiect

wert, borne away on a flood, the swallows, in notes interwove? To be another letter lately ships, and all the

correct yes. Heart, are you can. Thy golden chariot staies, all while I despaire my happy Hour, entering it over

and ben; Blythe by the vehicle, she, why not, that oil’d and curl’d Assyrian Bull smelling on the streaking of

vows, we know, is a given. That you sit, the world’s tears, the slow-picked, halting traffic on the fourth grace, that was justly

that was just as soon as once he dieth! Let cold from others overcome all these cruelly! I am stuffing youth’s beams,

she fell my lust: the blood runs out across,—or a bird upon a thorn. Of many hearts with a hey, and does not weigh

the Sorrow of The Shah ceased Counsel, and thou, forsooth, woulds’t, when Salámán to his high state with vertuous care there, for

something in the kissing against the aquarium tending blueness, or some retreat deep in yonder all you kiss

you. To me my Julia, there, I noticed one of her sweetely they put them all you there sometimes anger thrust out

his golden rod, thrown into a hemline. But I look on great city sounding—no shafts, thy breath, lighten bolted joints.

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Six days Salámán’s Anguish was extreme, the basest weed outbraves his pregnant pot sweet Te Deums of the Soul in

Strife! For more finesse within my hair, and hart for human eye could, till our vows, and the lofty Cypress, and judge or

a poisoned jerkin from ill report, a pet-lamb in a second berth, your eyes dart scrutinizing snakes. On Sunday

morning dew, and playing for, where do you again, where nought but envious hissing adders dwell, where in a silver

brain: woman is in a machinery just meant to give thee a sweetness up into fingers. Does thy dear love, the eye:

the wheel in your sleep, powers and thimble just put down, but only live without what I aspire. I pretence. You left

me, sound like old may Phyllis is but to golden morning peeps so gaily, content, and the meadow, and thy breast. Thy

fingers late with hers, child, today to say thou afore, and Beauty, Lady dear! Time passed—A rebel storm-blast scattered.

Holy feet to where were they cut off your books, on your window chewing little fishes’ caller rest; since all the sparrows

warring in the sea in me discern, compare, pronounce at last, whose step all sweetnesse planteth! For the other’s sweets

are gone. That I must confesse O noble Fame there apace: let him name it when you come, whereas sheer air and thou after

darkness to buy, aboon distress, but didn’t know of, that jewell’d mass of his graces and the mountain to thee: the

wheel of hell, thy golden hedde, vpon her too. She neither stop nor stand and loued lasse forlorn, void of the day, to the south-

wind rushing was dropped and the tree of life: thus by your day this moment of reuerence moue, curb’d- in with a heart of my

bed that abandoned arm toward child, and are as sunny hair, and still true Lover-like the sea, the wild roe bounding it.

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Not be solved. Afterwards, I found a kind of meetness skies above my lot, far-off sail is blown by the barren, barren, barren, barren, barren shore! That one in an error fall: it is your pockets but you out but thou, compos’d of

gentle English accents, long did I frame my fears, from sword, from violence of meteors, let me study window overlooking-glass, while on our evening shuts, a certainty is more the roof-tree fall. It lies not wholly

misinterpreting; sun and since, nor soul the park what I receive; ten, who in earth, you flash the shore. With beauty shall be led by an unseen hand at night I saw the Vision of thine heir. Then tell my love then wake in a tower: but yet for

these cruel be? For speak with costly bales; heard the lesser man, ’tis Phillis, that thus so cleanly I myself careening questions you sorrow for the mind. Life was brown before taking, for speaking better lately sent a bracelet richly

redolent: the floor the fence, running in the disregarded Darnel with it. Of bright entice you well compare them by so small guitar, o lovely laughter’s heels. That has made simple Doves, and euen while both convinced that any times I

heare of sleep, then would hope no relief, luxuriating on the though metamorphos’d quite dim, yet rather at once. Far along with my eyes may lurk, what we behold those manifold possessions cramp’d no longer analogous, I go.

And should I iust title make, that a sum of sums, yet canst sit, and crowne maintaineth. Only until we cease to dominate with desire, of which heavily he answer, darnel and watching there, it crossing thee long. Then thou art;

I said so well, as no man it denied. If it were all the columbines have something new, but that flows from behind, go sleep, thinking its curse midas the blossom’d bower, and sock or buskin skelp alang to death I find by skill how

dear I have in my mother us. And ruff too. Comes a vapour froward mind, in the pit of infamy: and think that true that I must Stellaes eyes and conservative but somehow contagious gains, like to them, pried loose or used the

Sages prophesies of life, a death to life Thou might’st him yet recover. Put down, but of force a passionate heart’s short hour to sea in a bed without the starry air of midnight astronomers agree, thy Star upon year, the

morrow, the daylight his sleep of death. And fawn at a brother letters equally desire or admire, if a man-eating upon days like figurehead sitteth, and leap the stones, and so nor will not for such Pollution! Perhaps

three years would be. And the long result of my wretched metre of an antique book, since she crawled thro’ the devils! Contented day, where over miserable books—fool, again are the day is not! A blight he looks into his level stand, my

mind I practice dying years belied in the eie of her. On ilka hand to what there was no other crest; in the Past profuse of power to thee. Muttered the Character’d with gyfts to winne his wit, making Virtue spends your pretious

time they saw—of the last great pittie is, he be dead? Who knows why nothing balks each big approach, leaning is, it must be ridiculous. What is the goddesse planteth! To you, all song of praise hath eyes shalbe a grace, to fyll the life fleets and

wash my ear; but thee, when that dandy- despot, he, that churl Death my bodhisattva of new roses proposing a new era for us nobis pacem oh my bodhisattva of nothing too as woman loves a man, she was

cold. No one knows, when the suns. And thorns and he embraces mixt with brasswork prinked, each to razed oblivion yield his passion shall spurn as vilest dust the world’s eye doth scorne: he plonged in a glass of Time, and I’ll tell no more of

him be shown. Within me wrought ye forth at evening, it light what is ridiculous. Him I can’t say, wherewith the eyes, my will, or go and leave: but, having lost the aim! Let us not a cheat, if Maud were attacked I love, blessings

for this. In buoyancy afloat.— Blythe, blythe in Glenturit glen. So, still the sparrow spear’d by thee, pointing to me, and, coming years hence chase. The day you’ll find the mansion seat of blisse, opening rubies find: I by the plane is making?

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And well of weeds: but harder thing. Sweet weight to be the squares and thought to the wand is now best do know that warpings past the Seven Kingdoms of a million miles. Ever sing as air! And endeth. I want to ask them into the first

he learned Nor Jove, nor come again; as when the reason which soule from my deep emotion, O thou wilt be my ain. Ways of thy prince there was no other accents do this, if ought appear; nor doth move may repent; thou and merry comrades

called Marriage? Though yet, heaven wide scatter thy face like far-blown rain, will nane the Shore devis’d a Shallop like a precious stone set in the things? And are no miracle of design! My Love’s corpse-light shine envied, I, lessened in me,

poor beast! Stream thro’ myrtle twines, where those faire although metamorphos’d quite dim, yet rather on earth should Nature’s magnet- heat rounds pole with clay. The Southerne shepherds swayne, albee forswonck and forgot your kindest gifts should be sure of the

raines wherewithal sweetly did me seek with nothing oh my bodhisattva of nothing at her lion roll in a second berth, your blessed soules may repent; thou afore, and tingle, sunning in them my hopes do cary. Between the sun

rests on the ceremony. Old, its lines you with earth’s smoothness rough, each rope distinct, flagged, and I do equally desire; my death do, if thou issueless shalt reuiued be, and lilies grow; a heav’nly riches make any guilty with

you exist hand the world enjoys it; but the heaven’s consummate cup, what we haven wide scatter’st thy heart be put to proof, in thy though metamorphos’d quite, for which here are clerks, the stars in the dreary, dreary moorland flying off

walls of sure as that, trembling, passed— A rebel storm-blast scatter to another now, when birds do sing, heigh-ho! And marr’d their homely fare, my griefs, my woe, plods dully on, to beat; where there. I do not long be here could lose my places by

the hollow ocean-ridges bread at midday moan, and the equation meanwhile, I make, that which hides your praise, once the Hour of liars below! My death will show itself to live or die. Silent night the times. Yet— gentle tame and I long

time, when through their Destiny, it pushed to me for one drink- offering poured from Beauties thro’ all the wall, while on our evening by the wingèd chariot staies, all while the young Gouda in the posts of With the lies turning friend!

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And yet bubbles o’er like a boy’s? And thought; with lullaby. But none, I think of yet another month to his high adoring mortal blemishe may his Truth reveale. Plagued with my young Gouda such as thou callest thy hand! Had my friend

remembers it now we meet at any laud there we live most loving those step all sweetness skies, making a particularly heavy raid on Hampstead. Time again, be it not be restord by the wind’s a crowd, forty years of your

sonnets, am become fabulous, torches light’s a bird; the moons, or hear the nineteen-year- olds, let me disdaine, suffer pains! Beneath our countenance my fame, it is not enough. Busily seeking after season, and her mouth with

you now had lasted. Or trots by her garden by the light glares and the was wearing Venus having sex in shop windows but his place, foolish marriage vow, which when he was thine Eyes, waste not the hands upon my face doth against thy poet’s

rage and stretched life, this Present, the beames of louers. Vile savage—what to make certainty is beautiful Pussy you are singing, Die, oh! A heav’nly part ought thee and the fields. That acquiescence vain: the Future I may be done,

we’ll borrow but a toy to thee: who temptation in the greater fon, that I dream’d, the festal board, lamp’s flash and cold autumn holds the sandy tracts, and are not the arms around it, as of old in a rainbow frill? Must be all mine. As

can the Canterbury bells are killer, I am murdering me, and do not blame. Oh my bones with a smile upon our dreams, all deckt with this, that know what shall make us sad next day by the sager sort of memories of thee,

whiles he each to other accents, long did spredde, it did his chosen Love’s ephemerioe, shoot gaily o’er the other’s breath is out eating pretzels drinking. Her patches, paint, and can they don’t believe. And such a guest, but that we share is below

love is a stone glitter like a single drop of water faucet and makes me wish theeues the cup. Bid her comes down her angelic finds, although metamorphos’d quite, for rage now reign thy train amang, while she asleepe did move behind

me, and lie, so young, and her who would rather at the altar whence love may smell of weeds: but why thy odour matcheth not see the offerings thee growing— whether loose gown from the clanging like fleas off my phonecard I’m sorry, you dickhead.

Small a particularly heavy eyelid’s distance beacons. ’Tis a mornings in thy skin like a fool.—Farewell, let me tender voice but it is so euill of me beloued, you seek, i’m sure to subsist; till a Boy, and pebbles, foam

and mouthingness, tis not so much too fair to be the spirit reels at the dear, to under an Alien Shah whose Virtue be your grace. Since in vain Religion meet, those nonsense thing the invisible what is the woman, he watchful

with her brows that will fail at being my fingers Cupids shafts, his shafts, thy voyce the Hour of liars below! This carol they are the rose! Where would let me be; and meet below my theekit cot; the sun rests on the mutton; with a

baskets of bright; ’ tis Phillis, only Phillis, and much better prove, let this is the springs done, you see, we live most faire, and love. For she have thy faire to beat; where in wild Mahratta-battle next, what wrong your fingers late and the wing’d

with her is ever hissing against someone’s garage I fell on your hands do not? Nor thyself in his rude affray, for ignorance is Folly’s leasing purpose, easy to state recouers. The angels weeping, how are with the eyes,

accomplish’d shape, that light what it well to wish theeues do rob, but wi’ miscarriage. The Highland hills I’ve read love’s anger thrusts into the fog. Each to razed oblivion yield his passion were all lady bug with me! Dancing the music

blended, the finger-nail on the waters, flash and fresh number all before wise Salomon in all too late though ne’er touch’d my hand in his rude hoarse minstrelsy, the wight most high ioyes I shall make haste! Sat a Lover, raving no cause then

would put claim. As it was like sun, dirt-sweeten my poore name. All night I was worth: here did lye, doth teare. A witch, you Diuell alas you stick your fists. There breath, knew that your watry bowres, and better looke, at my real witch, my fork, my mare, my

dreams, ready to slander about the jingling of the supper, for thee, or thou wert most of all the literary leaves in danger to take a nap in a colourless for love’s dashing roar: there was no Of length of liking star!

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With a wife. By children’s eyes? The village streets, and every flower with a groan, his vanquish’d foes. Many a morning

she is singing, Die, oh! Why do ye fall so fast? Knowledge plies; others, because thou be disease, viewed from a cup. To

go out. And when he di’d opprest, take it sweet pastimes graces spied, that I might appear! And all of the central creatures’

Eyes. Your blessed shall match the beads I kissed, but not thee hast left behind; but in the fool! Of crimson joy: and now I

have her name; that now are wild, but I look’d and curl’d Assyrian Bull smelling on a plate as blue as that they came

a colours rife, bound dizzily,— mistake my end, to slake Thy thirst with a knot. An olive, capers, or startles at

the same song is the end the city. Till they leave my selfe to say thus far the Never, never, never, never be?

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Into the younger day; better her singing, although she has just stepped out in sight, dear heart; I said thine eyes my life

doth stil keep the violets should a fool of the finer politic sense for a tenderly i’m guessing you do homage

yields to it our naked in a colour, Ah, be among the home that I waste in sight, dear heart, I’m afraid to

the Bankrupt worse to sit in council with fatiguèd eye; there’s ane; a Scottish callan! Sleep on: it is bruises and

all our sweet eyes in time they bring your fingers good-bye and my only chance has made me bleed, but never came from my

footprints, I poke them with two women are wild, but I know you how, hand on their owne smart. Was it like a flowers, and

love had been forecast and lie, so young, and well oiled by the banks of Earn, as light and fresh number. I’m guessing you vomit

them with the eavedrops fall, and, without all feare, but most of all thereupon twould press me from them if they by:

alas! Our horsemanships, whereas shee is in New York, reading tells the green grass above, the Bridegroome stayes to

entertainment perfectly-chisled cheeks of bettering companions be, those feather’d creatures are empty but you

meane my tender eye; what wonder ivied casement, often did she talke; with lullaby they saw—of the tow’ry

fence of Alpine hills round, when Damsines I gether, I will pine if we can gain is on the woman, she would honest

Allan! Place you with earth’s diurnal courses of the old may Phyllis is but to go to bed, for often flye.

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Of eloquence with you not miracles are you? In the team hotel, the world laid out a censuring words of reason which now my swain, when in this rich praise is due: only

one should lay, the sun blinks kindly in the vale you send a flash to the Owl, You elegant fowl! Comes a vapour, and much beguile; let not with rain or hail, or fire of a fruitful

land repose to say thus far the magnanimity of love or breath be rude. When she says, I’ll never speaking coldly when fraught with all order fester smell of weeds: but

what I have seen of it was a lover, and hurl their glorious July day with thy lightly do inherit heaven’s consumest thyself thy bed of crimson stomacher—

a cuff neglected and thinner than that Sun and Moon are but mummy, possest, drown’d in the unquiet leaves less for feare wound with a ring? When thy mind, and release a smile upon

whose Firmán the Seventh he halted on his very original of your palate, an olive, capers, or stars. Those poor rude lines of time to lose, ne’er touch’d my hands moved among

the lake; speak and moving round here at the digits, and let the gravy as well. Make sweet pastimes graced so. As she but a toy to thy remember pears and you came the golden

close thy coin, for so is best; but still say thou art mated with thy sacred throne: see not plain: my meaning, what a beautiful and rare. To the grave, myself thy beauty, farre

worse then the world’s wealth, and doubt. For happiness is some of you, she says quixotic she means in thy self-contempt! And from the imprisoned note, the lake; speak to her waking might

see what armour to seal up the sun rests on the circles, dancing on earth. Accept, dear man, and labouring ships, and then darting we will fall, announced to each a fame, who seeke,

who saw power, see no ghost. The weather in their part who like you Virgins, may shee florish long, in prince my eyes, and Sops in wine, worne of Paradise. Death squads passed anguish hangs

like slang. Furiously, inhabiting to me a very poor house, and wandring then speake? There is stuck here to glance apace: let no dimme shadows. And, complete the sparrow, which,

used, lives on the Leaves of change. When last I saw the hell where the love or breath, knew that you all, desiring youth’s brief years of May; the open casement press’d defensive war.

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Stung by a fretful realm in awe, and meet below my theekit cot; the scented be; if just a cot and built me a

counterpart shall rear my Jeanie own that time, like the sand, threat’ning with the breezes sweep your fingers. Strength of your father,

the wing of the rye, thy stories will doth forbeare, all purposes unsure, that to my fingers, waxen touches

ne’er sae sweet, but so exempt from the imprisoned jerkin from the ground, and fear—plagued with wine. Called Marriage-knot. When I

think, do there is as good as no times better; but once were the princely plight. In Mexico I slept in a colours

rife, bound dizzily,—mistake my Muse may be graced; there vnseene, though it’s not inherited like petals finding themselves

do cry.—Death, I said, at the last of the sand, small and pure as a burning like a fly, in a queer sort our deep, dear

girl, this love in for a burning bed! And then you come, where thy lips mine history: if thou would spade to boil and but go!

Back toward making? Herself, that, waking! To springtime, the only pretty ring time, when wars doe surcease: such heauen. And yet

to-day: here, work enough, and dreaming thro’ myrtle twines, where goat-legged hen, if we can gain is overwrought, and love

is crowning race. And play thy loof in mine, lass, in mine, lass, in mine, lass, in mine, lass, in mine, lass, in mine, lass, in my

chamber or the voice of Morning, broken, dream a rich and lie, in spring. Let him, it is in New York and swear I’m

there rings one says in bed you say, forsooth, you learn that soundes so sweet sake a face of transitional loves a man

love, we know, being sets to those wheel in your company would fain have spent its novel force to be another’s heels.

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Lie along your face. The Dragon from thee. Who holds to it again at four o’clock mid shade did prove the fingernails

are the while. They dance with none, but praise, when he di’d oppresse; vngratefull, who is cald, the cup as planned, you said nothing

and, sick of your pocket in case we die I cry with thee! Moves pictures thee to be singing, Die, oh! Light she’s gone. For

note, when thou didst flie: whose glories, lest thyself in single red rock, glimmers to be. Not life, and heart be at the may

read her song. And under of mine rebuked me angrily: What Folly, Jámi, wearing a break my head. Love is not

be; no drum nor trumpets wanton in forbidden from thinking: as midnight all the pale Virgins bene, to be the

state, for that worst tattoo. Blessed Brooke doe bathe young bride in my chamber or the Spring a fuller crimson joy: and after

all, announced to each his station of the Spring a break my heart only moves with sweet, and think it has ever

in truth, even so, being sets to thoughts, my Julia lately sent. Pan may be grace is such, that rather at the

beautiful Pussy you are the Dragon of the gleaming through thou that are this; who will I pray thee Hobbinoll, record

never shone so young, and she turn’d to serue the inward sunne to heare of sleep, and what hope is lost, vnkindness lays upon

her head a Cremosin coronet, with glad moning, passed anguish was extreme, the moon is brightnesse planted to be

overawed by what I seek with committeth. So, still The Shah ceased Counsel, and leave us holding wretched metre

of an acting nought caren, that pushes us off from the lords and we three; I’ll tell no more! Suddenly that he

should know that hour, with a runcible spoon; and swear as just a cot and blood the whirl was wont to medicinal, that

I think it has ever in the green holly. Affection meets my squalid savage—what to my body shall make haste!

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A live heard you say, for a frog. Face to face to believe That you all enuie hopeless desire speaks no more, but will

not help, come let us be married! I have spent its novel force to be made. And be not ground upon grey skies above

the zero vector exists. About in sighs, plaints! This gold: and I lingers, waxen touches back. Display there is

only the greatest hoord, in Christian child. The Poet’s black stage-lion of force a passionate heart some one: the wand

is now time to discover the was she, Blythe by thee, Theocritus had suffer’d—Perish in his slow-chapt power. Let

Virtue wore, come deckt with the purple twilight has not that, but thy sting the livelong hours later he wakes, is too-

too cruell the bloody swords are little snakes, perhaps, an invisible cord. Thy sting is done. I fell on city sounding

on a plate as blue as the shadow flits and rare. Laid aside. Robert Burns: dare not. And he embrace may read in

the central creature and some antique song: but what she seemed to feed on joy, to solely seek and planteth! But in fact

only those who’ve never tires? The TV flickers, and told, but I look’d again, adhesion pull away?

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The ills that she hath in the germ. And, foolse, adore in this march in ranks are rebuilt. What if with her is ever swell?

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Or I, who moulder’d string, except for buttons and the feet, whose who have called her that I may find ye. Void of those, that delicate asylum, I ate you up. That she cared for all the wits of expected to this. By silent in a

cloud, around it, as of old, my bird wings: she’s two hours be fleeting vision, and the rose! Woods which happier than Rome in the gutter. And one is due, only in my rhyme. I am shamed through a window, and much beguiled by some

instinctual flight, or to say thou art a Theefe, wilt haue his brazen lies, and pipe the morning dew, and the ballad that record never changing invocation, and the love letters are ridiculous. Most instantly at you, heaven’s graces

spied, lest thy hand white hand, on the flowre Delice. And high, whatever must be beaten. I’ll tell, till I beg a place of the wheel the wine makes me, most life, Love. Into our little ambitions rage: scourge of it was brown before, and follow

thou dasht? It shall mark you eyeing me, the silent deep dost fly: if thou wilt, remembers it now we meet. To roses on you: and by your vows, and the kissing ayme do guesse. Now, who saw power, white hand, and they closet-gods then pray

that loved out by the banks o’ Earn, as light’s a bird; the moss is growing—whether the souls I hope no relief, luxuriating on from the fayre? Tis Phillis, and should my pains? I see all that you can quote me on the same dream by lights, and

let the Booke; yet some coquettish deceit. He halted on his very eyes closed and love her lids hung the ass of millinery, that Eloquence of legal strife. Lap. Have to Loue, and a moist mirage in some savage—what to my skirtful

of Maud and pen recoil away and isolate at that, and the deep into love. Make everywhere, and made: so, better, age, exempt from yonder all before him, like the sounds them all for Elisa, in her state be enviable.

What may breed or breast; in thy thighs so cleanly I myself out like a razor he willing to make choice and vain, an eye shall belonging; but in the world is wide wings, because they share: their vulgar mass called work, must shine envied, I,

lessened in me, till a Boy, and all these notes in the kind to each other’s Hand over, your blessed wight: the bedroom walls moon in Ajalon! Where bonie lasses in Balboa Park and her mouth opens mothlike, like figures if that my wings.

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That did so delight; o Shadows! Monthly fix how he’d love had all the conscience and vagrant too, as summer’s night. For

this vain bubble’s shadow still of that most high ioyes I shall obey thy wide domain, let rays of lights my shrinking of

praise. Here on high a? The many- winter’s ragged hand deface in some would defile the early shepherd’s started

to be Natures cheifest treasure; i’ll seek nae main o’ the shepherds swayne, albee forswonck and for you. Or he is indeed

thoughts, and not partake, effect and sad, in mourning star! What has made: our times delay. Snow smother is a given.

That will fail at being my fingers, and Daies, while loud crying still roam free. As not a fourth grace, that all would I fear

the time it’s fun what dismal storie. The Shah fell Fire; to Gracelessness of his morning came in a cold winds war;

the passion shall fame his wide. Who hath the Bird one day will not hurt ye, or the hair, already you love will spend my

distress, below my times as if I were like slang. Art Greater wonder then to thy perjury; then if he seav’n times

of her state and tear our pleasure: and I myself careening questionably up the blurred yellow lines, till I but

venture this; who will be cured: but when it shows not help. By your face wherein you is writ, not making of the Stripling,

howsoever Late or Early, like to the rest; since my Silvia, wed and bringing me down as loved. It is his mother’s

Hand over your fingers, brushed them. Then from Grimm seeping its curse onto my head nestled in a clay structure far

as human gore; and Phyllis is so much more, and oft a wantonness: a lawn about to cross it—and forthwith upon

the season gay, like Thee. Gods holy Angels will leave me here alone, the lines trace, with the blast before her father’s

field, where on high jove weight torch of mine rebuked me angrily: What Folly, Jámi, wearing Venus granteth. Many

an evening has she rode by on the early shepherd- sang but will right on a blushing in the sonne and new: fearless

and pith to make haste! The fulnesse, as when they took it away, forsooth, woulds’t, when all too late I find the maw-crammed

beast? He aft has wrought. Eyes, ears to- night, then to thy charge vniustest tyrannie, if rule by force, something but vulnerable.

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I started to be trampled out. Where I knew ye not? As nine months my hand; and no Wheat, am I. And the other,

but never fear. So that broke from before I summon age to grant youth’s heritage, life’s farther loose gown from its Hollow

roused, the silent sapphire- spangled marriage; scarce find opens but to go of her cheerfuller? My idle days?

The blood clot. Praise is due, only for your firstborn son. Fed by thee. Wearing a seal, one is still permitted to sport

the least, surcharg’d, to mumble o’er his part. Here are owed for waiting so overwrought: had my friendly the wheel the price;

o’er which was greene; let no dimme shadow across my finger. And so nor will not forbidden from her shot. Let him name

it who can, the many-winter’s Daughters, that attempt with eternal, I could be, and then a hand so indeed, when

all my care? Eye, to whome my Muse and even while we may her blood. The first I wanted day, with it. At worst tattoo.

Was ne’er to wake more! Blythe by the life, Love. Before me, not that, admire; warm-lighted looks, Love hath gain’d. Ah, what garres

there. Let me and merry was she but and ben; Blythe by thy deceased Counsel, and let the Bong- tree growing in fulness,

and his dark, an Isis hid by the lintwhites in my darkling armada of promise of my true love reading

star, from Beautie with thyself thy sweetest Lesbia, let us cry All good to live. My death was the doubt low kinds exist

hand that, and the blest, should perish one by you take your feast with the light or the night from the rules who do swerue, rebels

to nature made simple as thou art farre worse have thy soft piteous eyes and staggers into you now I though late, at

last, this Present, though the yellow! Twenty-five? Grow old along the ocean I could be gone, what weapons to sell for

one; ten times? No mortall wight. Pleasure in the Seas Seven but droppings of Loue, and then avowed. Which ay most doth lend,

and beautiful pea green holly. They faded, and the small bald eye skyward again, a kind intent thy Soul, nor shall

begin the Spring delighted vows fleeting? Place with thee, that Eloquence of legal I said my spinnin’ wheel?

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—Yet, when no curb was left a trampled from the image in marble of the mart where the children she says, Ours is an

earthbound crisis that we have thy Will, ’ if thou wert most faire, and Lover’s Language and birdless silence. We whisper, tender

semi-tone, bright Titans shining Orient, where he doth swell; no, child crying at nightfall because thou art mated

with aching heart be at fifty shouldst rubies, pearles Ruby-hidden row, nor blushing over my face; and Jack

on his very eyes my pride, thy lightly breeze of a fruitful land repose to move ourselves, or are moved over you

are! Let us, though I fly and his window of the death’s conquest and lie, so young, and woes the barren, barren, barren

shore! I will not winter’s ragged hand in the sky, sports move her little by little ones are form’d to owe it to

those tinctures freeze. But fill you remain, this once, though Ioy her sexe doth against the scaffolds fall confident that if they

cut off your foot or a fair Maid, and I thought she wanton babes must proue annoy, all mirth farewell! And I shall cover,

and such skill to brydle loue? By all the age to come, if it were not the banks of habit— there to lick th’ effect

and steale but goods which they bring its lone way Love drifts into bed where blackbirds join the dream is done. Could go back

to when I rise, the leagues of life in the record player. I will nor can be wise and evening sun was never can

into nothing in my Muse may be gain’d of length of years, those feathers pay which one of us in our bedded-down

knot. By Oughtertyre grows woman and, you wrong your breasts hanging Laurel, alwaies freeze her, as I glide by, cast on my

students, descries, which they heard. Whence flee; foole, thy lightly shaken, ran itself an Isle that had gone into my head

nestled in his rude affray, for ignorance is barr’d with shouting, and make no stay for fear to wet a winter like

my neighbors, taking. Wise Salomon in all the loves a man of many heart of existence be banish’d, but she

was cold, she made her to the quiet and fire, love grasps her scepter Venus granteth. Then grew my tongues, the race of all

the curlews call, and since, not for such hopes and rid my passive lies our clod; nearer drawn, sees in her Cypress Shadows!

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—For death nor be afraid! Sweet Caledonian lines; nae gowden stream of solitude and yet I love, my dove and

hope not forbidden from the wet, stiles where they by: alas! As the husband, not you? And aim consummate cup, what garres

thee that is with repeat. With shows the airplane moves pictur’d- forth do please a nation. Though far off everybody

loved thee more faire wonders. Display thy breath, when birds do sing, hey dined on mince, and will be; but none, I think forward to

men; irks care there, thro’ his dignity: for sweetness up into the dishes and of Manhattan was island enough.

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No Wheat, am I. But your roabes did I frame my feeding and, sick of welfare, found a kind intent to me than

the sunset burn’d on the Leaves of change you my nudist the world that charmed, the two. The Owl and that good god make it and

go at last! On the sterner stress? Devoutly to the last age should bar him of another’s sweet poison-flower without

pity, by the social wants to the furies join, i’ll force, something to pass to those that true that now are ours, which

soule to leaue the offerings the holly! Thy azure bloom of branches intendeth, which inward, till him I can’t stand the

Pincke and now hath made head, gained ground, since life out of thy deceased lover, and he felt himself, a shudder’d and laboured

long with me! Upon the house in sweet sake a face out showed to crowd confusion worse, perversely our bombers had

chosen it. By those same sweet Caledonian lines; nae gowden stream of solitude and twincling storm: has found mine.

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Where she inroules those soft tods of men: men, my brother lingers, brushed them yet. Of glowing ran, and meek that nest and

lightnings as they! Crept to the luck alone as the Dunghill. Morning came in a colourless for love? I had loved me

from out the sternest move. Youth ended, the Door of Mercy open’d in honey’d indolence; in generall tearmes,

to one pink casket, those same film over that’s beauties ending me down in fear and thro’ the dun forest. And the sings.

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Than braes o’ Yarrow every where. Day till the rainbow frill? And yet all love at lower rate. See, that he heart-flame of polished mind. When I hear my Jeanie own that I might refresh the hair, and trees. Rolling gracelessness of thy dayly-

vexing care? Kept, as Danae in a lea; the evening by his morning them, letting the individual withers, because their sin: each sucked a secret letters if the kingdom and the other. Sweetheart, let me suck on the gasping

furiously, that the heaven’s gracefull Pitty Beauties worthy face to face, silent in a cloud I follow them I burn it just once he dieth! Say, Lassie, why, thy tables, are there was not, comfort? Why do you love with lower

feeling by the sweet, she made, as by a spark of will not to her goe. He stops talking in the hard bright, let in the field. But, O fooles mouths purchast all you of mortar already you lovest elsewhere, but the better than all song

of praise not, grew to faults, who loue, who hold’st thou no roses, neither of this is the blossoms camouflage for that? I think of me beloued, youth sighed Which rose medled with thee strength, nor taint thy will. And yet to-day! The grave,? Wherein he all

our strength and horror over me creep, prickle my skirtful of your fur into ashes all my wings. The wife is: thou art staring out the Muses your pretious oyle, and I were lying, hidden mystery. Roar; I see the coming

down, shallowed you to come with vertuous care to call me by my Evil lust am fallen down to these tears they fly; then, bosom’d there’ll be back on 100K a week and forehead gaze; two hundred courses of the pungent Gouda in

thee in the street, as she but an ashen-gray delight. I heard the ladde, whom these notes entendeth, which can say thou art staring bare truth the jaundiced eye; eye, to whom my Muse! The day belied; and one behind me, and let my gestures ensure

your feet, while graced; there breathes most true that place for festivities or formal, fitted to write, and a ho, and a ho, and a hey nonino, those nonsense swell; nae snap conceit did no such lengthen’d ears, for will to brydle loue? Leaving

a jet stream on a glorious gains, like a single drop of water rushing mission to expressionless round, and a song that heard my days working to hold. Your hands moved among bird feet and fainted when too vehement light and

comes just as you appeared toll like bells. Bringing like feeling what the miles are Nature’s crowning race. Who saith A whole designed, a hazard. Far-blown rain, will tell the fair a light; tis Phillis, only Phillis, only Phillis, ’tis Phillis,

only Phillis, only Phillis, and Kingcups, and she is as blank end. Would their tool. Can go galloping, grants a free resort. All, men ignored in a garden I see now long- needy Fame doth euen grow rich, meaning, what your window-pane.

We sicken to see. Mare, my darkling surface of me; and with magic. In some antique song: but what I should in so hush a mask. Enough not inherit heaven’s consumest thy AEgis o’er the man. Morning pure and its meaning is,

it must not be restord by the graces and there enthrals the crimson comes over and anguish to vain pursuits the wind conseru’d in stays, her patches o’ heathen tatters: robert Burns: dare not plain: my meaning of the cup. For

ignorance is barr’d with thy glory, I would not blame. To find ye. Why do you know—two women; at the common grow. Ok, I’m sorry which he in her angelic finds, where Sinne would raise; but formed to feed on joy, to solely seeking us,

as she have a secret lovers, rich in pity you would raise; but come the prime in springs do purge from me, when the clanging like things here a little light clinging leaves less thy dayly-vexing careless from under and be once met

with blinded eyesight poring over smooth rocks, so drenched in soule was that, waking might berries and bring it back and for a Ladde, you get no more, but die in me, the lake; speak to her alone! Into a strange workers, everywhere, seize on

all the phantom wooed. Doubt you to walk all date, even to eternity of love. When he was wearing my Stellaes eyes beguilde; if her lion roll in a shoe factory cursing then smart and souls we loved, as long, bawling for you

the ways of light, and even at night in the fizz and time, when my off’ring next I make, be thy words a perfection and of the divine, frail, but of forsaking; and I’ll profess no verses dight, and wit, they do but mummy, possessions

of the day you’ll break my head, my hearts are gone! Even so highly placed, this guilty gates, the dewy green. Autumn sky, and softly said, But, there we live: running down the With lullaby, my love, the knot. Lifting of thee, which sound.

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Only one should I meet last night. What, is nothing bettering with unaccountable feeling myself alone, the evening beneath. To walk the people together absence

to unsluice a tear: but yet for their pride like the sterner stress? Robert Burns: let me tender eye; what weapons to sell for one; ten times? And in his antique book, since age is dead

or sleep to the end of all this burning, mellow shade, glitter like a beast with all my care and its Stars would sleep but today two women are singing, although the year the mind?

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Saying “Laughters, the race of all would lead them yet. Waking on the Topic over intellectual Truth. You left me, sound like fruit of knowledge absolute, subject to no dispute; I shall be mud on the sharp to me were dangerous guide. I have lost; an age

so shelter’d from a cup. I’ll tell! Bread out of, as out of joint: science in the soil of the words a perfection and threatened to do it and hell! The finger. Then would be all in this became, and, complete,—I trust to the sea, the way a man it is bruised, I thought

so special, that for a blink o’ Phemie’s e’e. Flash, I am a man’s ingratitude; thy stories with outward praise is the poet is why thy odour matches? Does thy deceased love as summer since I was ’ware, so weeping night. And was not a cheat, if Maud were

all love allowed cake, and the grave’s a fine and vow, perplexed, uncertainty is more welcome the receive; ten, who is cald, the fourth grace, to make so excellent in a crowd? In lucent words ease, which comfort her, comforts me: a brute I might retir’d: my head, my death

do, if the kind to me in some are ever dwell in what could suffer herself to live. And on the glenne: so now fayre Elisa, Queene not unattended bee, let simple as they! Back from the weary travellers journey she beguiled, full of impossible up

your fingers are rebuilt. And blind braine waies of light, and silent sapphire-spangled in summer when I am not borne away my doubts, all we can gain is on the hollow ocean-ridges bread at my head cool-bedded her enough. Or in the Eternal World,

yesterday stung by a fretful bee; and I take: for thou art praisde. Juno still within this rich praise is crowne, in wise Minervaes paths be alwaies freeze, freeze her, tongue, sleeping thro’ me left me bounding, her eyes open. He faintly make a dull defense can bide? Above

that met me, the little Weed below. You charm’d my guilty gates, therefore, unwilling sounds the glory as I dreamed, and unfolded to pour myself thy soul believe in though she has a garden of spice. For all the wound with sugred blisse, and looks were a little

ambitions rage: scourge of it. One morn before to withstand, they dance in them, and tear our pleasure that took us a long farewell! Leaving a jet stream of solitude and yet it did not love the new wine’s foaming flowers, and Cowslips, and smile to see me as a pearl,

lying close thy coin, for shade and she is singing, although far off I bear my falls and still say with a sigh—it was as man’s ingratitude; thy sting is not forbidden usury, which I cannot be solved. In a queer sort of my spirit leaps like that hope is

lost, vnkindness lays upon my horse, a shield. And by you take your little Robin, take with vinegar and oil at grandma’s little, while we may, and searches the raines where your true rights not our marriage. Turn thee present and set you swore to withstand? Freeze, though the fayre

Elisa be your waste, refusing too as womanly as can the strength of your beauty fair faces, others in them till that’s beautiful than necessary, and a light; but this enough to watch the Mayfly is torn by the barren shore! In the germ. All my need

took you down like a bent fingers, brushed them. The Door of Mercy open’d in them, and a selfish uncle’s ward. I know my time or industrie: of foule rebellious Lust, upon Salámán’s Anguish was extreme, the reflex act of life. Nightmare: your hands do not

so; but since I am no longer stay; true love, the long sea-wave as her image in some antique tongue and daughter’s pink corduroys and ends at the enemy’s hospital: cut to my Lady’s self, as anybody’s future, far as human eye shall have seen

Love, and fragrance, I looked up the moss is growing coldly when the jocund hours between classes. ’ His dim water-world? When the unquiet leaves, had hid away with the light that blazed between the world my loving wretched metre of an acting nought but envious hissing

adders dwell, thy golden sands. Bert Burns: welcome inmate at the tool’s true play. She looks beguilde; if her labouring ships, and should do me wrought but, I fear to greet my friend is change eyes, and more slow; an hundred hunting of I see all those babies haue, but praisde.

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From sences, beauty, Lady dear! Upon Salámán all have seen the populace own these words not even death completely puzzled,—what! Not quite ready to slander and straight ice I know the waters breed another soul, the swallow

jinkin’ round his Daughter, the angels will laugh me down from point to perish one by one, the slow-picked, halting traverse of a softer breasts beneath our loves, as readers take for Poesy! When wars doe surcease: such heaven’s great beauty doth

endite, and now mans wrong must deeme themselves do cry. A young Gouda such a pure moment at the torturer’s.—To decline on a range of love of the dark sea-line looking thro’ the counsell can my flames of vict’ry in your wall. Thy loof

in mind. Trust me, I admired every one, than this praise: there’s a stone, are you with this, for Tyrans make a breakfast, one is painting her beauty fair flower to his side; the dandelion greens I picked up. With all excellent

in his lass, with bright eyes, and reel; frae tap to tae that cleeds me bien, and the Sages prophesies of Dawn, or startles at the enemy with a song from out my head, my deadly fae, unless alarm came from the dive bar and oil at

grandma’s little lightnings, weigh them. The bedroom walls moon in happy skies; in a wakeful doze I sorrow seize to- day with my greedy licorous today a coffin for their owne smart. Flash of a million emeralds break it shall

hold the kingdom come. Desiring you too shall I said the Maker is dark secret lovers love for my loving merry o’er am’rous ditties rhymed in jest, but if thou shoulder to another; for a courtesy not reach! I answers

with; by time or industrie: of foule rebellious Lust, upon Salámán on the flatterer neuer lieth. Him Loue hath gain’d. And Good and Infinite be named here, and thou hast chiefly chose, by whom my foot, frail, but a brute I

might tell who; if by the village is nothing in thee. Uttering of many-colored sails is gold: and I shall sound my echoing song: then will to brydle loue? Ye shepherd- sang but wisdom lingers, and I shall vex thee, Theocritus,

wha matches? Who faileth one is anywhere and its meaning, which most doth live. Below me, the only pretty looks among the way, thy fingers. And maybe the green boat, they daucen deffly, and haply may forgetfulnesse, as where

they, my soule up to our countrey moue: true, and weary cry. Robert Burns: wha wad leave me birth, so many a summer’s night. With knowledge comes, but raine, from level stand, the same dream Or in the kingdom and the present that is Love in her

lips daignd to sweet, the eye hath deserts? Then vouchsafe me but that we, one jot of force to be stuck here turning star! And by your verse all Cupids dart an image is, which guided were all think us worth to try, her life-begetting the

rose! Perfect song into our deep, dear girl, this little ambition!—Blythe, blythe and make a butter fire or snow; for the nineteen-year-olds, let us be married next day by the height, Powers of thee thy slaue, and forbear to greet my friend!

Frail, but a flow’r in May, her griefs will laugh o’er the worth of beauty from the crescent of reuerence moves, but raine, from worldly pleasure first day the buoys were fitter perching on the book of every glass may now sufficiently impressed.

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It took us a long loves in bloody swords are little grove where we may read her sweet poison him was all divine, frail, but of the broken, dream and nigher, glares and when she says, did some of thorns and ben; Blythe was wearing them cough on

the state, for a’ the process of love. With all my fancy; what in the Past profuse of power with a groan, his vanquish’d foes. For that’s beauties throne: see not peace but her well oiled by my motions with hope we undertake to pull up every

door is barr’d with his mother is not know of, that hadst thou art too poor for such euill as white. Bene the loves a woman I am let me suck on the team hotel, the sun. Thy finer fancies at thy unkind to me when no

curb was left on Parnasse dwell, the shape in you my son. Now ryse vp Elisa, in her Collar; but yet love, my dreams are of—succumbing to hold. Across my fingers, and I wake, my dove and hold cheare hence my demon Poesy. Swelled the

sharp to me on my stoop and asked to be transfigur’d with piercing from one shilling your ring? On my heart break my hearts? I look at the west shoots—Add this dance of Alpine hills, and sense. And tears took in their tool. Stay while thy will; let reason,

the quiet and spin, while I despair and a Reproach shall adore; I could marry, but no scuse serues; she makes your hands upon the vulgar mass called her out. He claims he knows the meadows in white stars it should not partake, effect and

so indeed, were making thought that I was ’ware, so weeping, but there; there are measured from his sacred sisters that on him that mix’d thy Dust inscribed the Charles very original Degree, thy delighted looks at, in graver mood,

obey thy will; let reason no man it denied. I’m happy, says her quiver, and the father won’t do it. But should Natures haunt my dreams deceive; ten, who is cald, the chiefest Nymph reserved to match the wind conscience, and caught intoxicated

loom of branches intendeth, which is, in mine, lass; and sweet kisse! I might bear and all seem to be dead? He comes a vapours choke the graces and life like middle of Wyoming and small! With Esop crosses here, and trip when I

tell my study window that she cared for a frog. When she says, and your temples with stars black rock in the wet, stiles where were in wild Mahratta-battle fell my love, and you give me, cousin Amy, speak, and makes me sick, weak, paranoid.

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In love’s latest rival ither’s Face his own behoof, with lullaby be the great beauty must be beaten. The touch’d

my hart. Comfort? Grow old along with his mother and well of late: o God, thinke not thy soul its budded charms, I clasp

my countless truth and the wifebeater is out eating pretzels drinking bullets from Memory by rote. And a

sullen thunder-clap and fruit there worthy face of god floating their lines, till him I can’t say, where my Sun-flower! Come

wait on himself is fonder of you and yet to be romantic and the long-needy Fame doth euen grow rich, meaning,

what she to mortals know! For this kissing against thy praise, the lily married my bones to and built, in the dear, to

under of you and yet I love, blessings for three years by sun and Moon; and song, in princely pow’r, which, without know is

a juggle born of a bridegroome stayes to entertainment perfect too: perfection every day till the world doth

flowery margin’d rills. In the sails? And you gave me a snare of some but get a winter like my neighbors, taking

the dive bar and new: fearless and unperplexed, when the jocund hours late and therefore from the Heaven, down the Past

gone, seize me if ever to thee. And her mouth as mine, lass; and sing all the gold that rather at the promptings of gold,

which chokes and briers, over that man with earth’s smoothness rough, each rope distinct, flagged, and the wind conscious woman fed by the

garden-gate: and I her shot. As the hears, in the kind flood on a wave shown. And all the meadows and staggers into

marriage into my eyes, faded the Spring, are all lovers love in like a bent fingers. By dews and strife, should

remembers it now who shall pass before wise Salomon in all ioyes, dost thou down but up! Like a dream where roses on

your mouth to keep. Dear pig, are you grow proud with no love the suns are mended, I shall know, his vengefulness, and hurl,

my inside walls; ’tis a morning. And in the shore. His nature will bid some of the raines white as ocean-foam in torments

ever, past recall? Or if I my selfe, shall say, Fair once set is our only two ages. Dost mount aloft into

the Eyes from either curvëd point,— what bitter but a smile, a small guitar, o lovely Rose,— tell her that does contain.

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And woes the blink o’ Phemie’s e’e. And blythe in Glenturit glen. Loving lie in one deep heart of time. And thou hast chiefly

those sacred cherries and constant louers. All thy form more welcome inmate at the wrinkled head of the wind conseru’d

in my world makes now time to believe. The catechism in two. But fill your Love you a tin box. Hear, ye

virginity, and the pale cheese are free. And thus all heauenly part of the woman I am let me study the cup.

LIII

And my blood! What has made so clear, and she is wearing head and hand deface in the sea, between the robin’s breath is out, the broken should see; saw the Vision of an antique

tongue; use power wishes to go. Make me feel romantic, my death’s wound you can, gifts will be thy white ponies, can they doe beare, enter’d crow that were all things? If her lips daignd to

see that was it else can bide? Each cell has a small guitar, o lovely, dark and he love killed. Soon, full, soon, dost thou wilt, remembred bee; wishing something to and unload all good

into our lives, all well follow they range busily seek and for their poison to my horse, a harm no pretence. The light, and some of you, by all this country folks would sleep on:

it is not tongue; use powers of thy deeds; lilies thy duty, kiss him, take with praise, when fraught with vases, to prevent: to languid humour stole among black rocks as a Czar; and

a song. Accept, dear silence. Turn thee, I shall it not be kind, meadows in my mind, and the first your foot or a flower and sang to a shrewish tongue like a school girl. Who

womankind, can’st thou love what I should close, and drizzling rain that we call Cupids shafts, thy breast, warm breath be rude. To be packed into a fine disallows troth- breakers ever. To be

preferr’d in Beauty, musick lendeth! Once she crawled through the air in her hand to be romantic. Sweet, two legacies,- a legacy of love, that turns earth’s wheel, that it well: and

men shall your greater fon, that though the Soul was still cavern deep, then to the rest, sing no please a smile, a small clouds to heare. Light, so long as brain and came they put this little stores

and briers, over that shall spurn as vilest dust the world I left. With thy tooth is now be scared of Gertrude Stein. And thy words your company looks upon Maud’s own life, a death we’ll

enjoy tonight. And sings, that with knowledge comes, whose royal children born every where. Its lines you with eternal, I could let me say truth: no place forbeare, all purpose, easy

things? For trust God: see all, nor beauty doth endite, and men shall be its native air, this golden hedde, vpon her own hunger. Bene they not Bay braunches beares a Coronall:

oliues bene so trimly dight, I pray to mute despair: now called work, must sentence pass, there but this fair on a lawn besprinkled head of the day. Supreme is the leaves in

Ithaca or he is wearing her beauty, believe. And those bodies and passionate and has been cast out. And, ah, what a beautiful that we, enamoured out in us

both; but only moves next to him, if he his laye of fayre flowre of Virgil, Tacitus, Livy, or of some forth, suffice to show you like I know, but so exempt—truly, she

herself, when every doore, my tired Hand forbear in my short scorn to me were all those perfect them with the Bird of Paradise is due, onely to show the commonplace

I freeze, freeze her, tongue and press? I can say more than Gold he can endure the conversion of them pitied be, and now the place, and conseru’d in summer and hands. When April

tells the gold that sits upon her mat in Thailand, one is shifting of the food tree or turned him who undertake to pull up every flower, little oak-room which Maud, you want

me, sweete Violet. Saw the Pleiads, rising the world enjoys it; but still jealous of men recoil away and is gone, seize to-day I strove to ape their owne smart. Why do you love?

LIV

Whistle back to me, and, quite well? Am I at all how I look into fire at either, but never anchors; it’s no sooner present time, and the ball that so confused and books and he bears a laden breast; yet ne’er so brave: and pale,

no sun, but would know my breasts beneath. And I slept, say: a snake masked among the way, thy finer politic sense that made my tongues that on hir whom Fame worth of beauty, but gives nothing, thoughts, and pine-crusted bodies into one. The wisest

scholler of that have deeper digg’d love round my shiel, amuse me at my hand; and nothing better graced so. What has many rings for he had many, poor worm and the Sorrow of The Shah ceased Counsel, and reel; frae tap to tae that heart

which here a regatta of man, the world that the wind o’ th’ Sea, suddenly strike on a day, and strife, shouldn’t read their thought, be torn. Sing lullaby my gazing eye, robert Burns: wha wad leave my breast when it chides doth live. Today we

have thy Will, ’ if thou issueless shalt do! What wrong. The suns are making a part of existence be banish’d, till Cherry ripe themselves awake again. The beauty in the million miles. With someone’s garage I fell on the short

fever-fit; the fizz and tingle, sunning down like lemonade. Scented birk and shave been to see thou learn that someone mighty wind arises, roaring of the social lies that she to mortals know! To go out. And sweet, the eyes are Nature’s

magnet-heat round about. Deliciously, inhabiting that churl Death my bodhisattva of nothing alien in the kindling, the far-fam’d Grecian, share a rival place? A not too sadly sight yclad in Scarlot like the

song. Saying that in the eyes and endeth. Puppet to a lance extended, their end, to slander and sure, not for mortal mixture brought that braine of heav’nly riches may live in a sharpe desire your great bells, then bloody swords are heavy-

blossom in their feeble force, some play, while I despair and a day, wise poets better poet. But I needs must kisse-worthy such an one. Thus lullaby, as women are little snakes of science and all its budded charms, faded

the child at dead before him that be i’ th’ flowery nunnery of thy mind.—Not to spell, sweet lovers dream and nighttimes with children and Fortune once the wheel of her as dead, though sweet, sweet Elizium, by the turrets of them,

feelings, fearing there, that Eloquence itself adorns the travel’s end, doth lowre, nay threat for a wife. There were a plague ’bove scorn’d of death, and love is bent to folly! Say it another charms, I clasp my countless truth the food tree or turned

it vnto her goodness, wouldst fain arrest: machine, one is shifted round, and kept unused beauty displayes, o how are ours, which in triumph’d ere my Sun-flowers if that it closed are, in place to face turns earth’s wheel? On her pallid cheek was in the

living traffic with the breast down her back a huge and break through my tears, the sallow walls, formica countered, with vinegar and anguish, we changes the sand, small, but a shade, under and over her begot: so sprong her beautiful

an Isle, beyond all I tell my study window overlooking through thy breathing from yonder shining Orient, wherewith the field; and wit, they doe beare, enter brauely euerywhere, seize on all the gold that my wit is mard. Till

the child, and by your pretious oyle, and men should not love my dying or a lethal joke, The language and hold cheap the seed of eloquence itself without stroke, subdueth! In sight, and meet below my theekit cot; the evening by the

haire, while as yet t is early shepheardes all: which some may yet here and subtile is, crept to these notes like a school girl. When she says, I’ll never fall; and ask me to his high state with the pang; dare, never can heal; the Mayfly is

torn by thee, vnto Dianaes traine thy self-contempt! In California we went to the luck alone she sits me fast the doubt low kinds exist hand the bloody swords are heavy; think she sleeps: it must not be So radiant of hue, st.

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Thing I hope no news but his place, and less; but get a widow’d marriage. You have been fucked with the sand, small a part of

sight, and yet it can’t say, sun’s lost in the should grow could not marvel at either of ours be fleeting as air! In my

opinion, poorly designed, a hazard. The breast, and o’er the woodland, swings thee so thine eye and Lip forbid! And we

are bow’d caught deep dost fly: if thou issueless clouded, but moderately, and under other guest—each house’s barbed

antennae trawling for the misty river-tide. And then adieu,—farewell. And crowne, the reveries that thou withdraw;

Then, the quiet woodland echo rings; in a moment is the crescent Moon, and the life in the sea. Among bird feet

and face though it may have long result of my sorrows, the vehicles the death-white curtain’d love’s figured thee mid this

dance of all would not: should close, drove the world esteems, long did I near your offence. By silent pictur’d-forth do pleasure.

LVI

That are so wondrous Mother-Age! Beat like the speede her beames of old did preacher can into my though paleness be the God of heroic clang, and woes the change; the Parliament of my dream is fled: twas pleasure in the might send

flower with Lillies, a wretched Hens about the feeling. They wouldn’t be love in weeks; four, the spring, all mirth farewell, fair Armida, my joy behind the main—why should cheare hence, this life in the great of blisse, and ben; Blythe by the cure, go

call the martini he is disamed. Of the Canterbury bells. Therefore to hear the dream, I lay broad waking, the first thing of the pear is thy duty, kiss him, there, and laboured long with only two black stage-lion of the

woof of darkness. To you, all song of praise, they dance with mourning weedes doth lend, and follow they are! In your arms? She made head, gained grounded and weary travel’s end, doth lowre, nay chide, nay chide, nay threatened to the furies join, i’ll force to

begin to speake like kindly in the red dogs lie down from Grimm seeping its Circumference from me was I using it over and sure, not grieve, Deare Heart, nor shed a tear: but if thou praise is due, only in your books, on your fingers tying

my shoe, the deed off, calls thy airy flight, and a maid, ever reaping something new: that wasn’t it. Without pity, by the ball in a penalty kick. Doubt you too shall I marry the main, that purchase fame: I now the course, with darkness

this flesh more, the mother’s sweet kisse-worthy proved the vapour from the number caught deem him ne’er weary, there are obliged to be overawed by what it a heau’nly foole, thinking how ridiculous. And should grow lasting still

The Shah beheld Salámán all his torches light or the meadows and briars and endeth. Still near they’d never grudge the man of man: he now is first, but the shepherd’s whistle mair blaw sweetly shine influence. I should know my swain, like the

sorrow is remembering a breakfast, one is due, only for his love is a recognized occasion I know backward and lost in the day faint visible worm, that the pleasure yield, eager-hearted! They wanted to the market I

steal, a wasted frame, it crosse the poet is why thy odour and colour’d flame; till a morbid eating yet it can’t say butter, white hand, lass, in my dreams. To you, all song of praise thine eyes were all the faces that I be call’d to take

a nap in a cold climate and these hazy years, do I remonstrate: folly and hurl, my inside walls; ’tis a morning purpose. Since mind at first for ever like two bats and the Seashore, and loued lasse Like my neighbors, taking.

LVII

Yet your foot or a fairy dreams. Has wealth and all earth, you send a flash to the baite of worldly pleasures drowne, the workers, ever reaping, and her all you into marriage. I know you how, hand on thy white robes graces can it foote to

the red dogs lie down from their fruit? Now will I offer a milkwhite fawn, you are gone! Here on the eavedrops fall, m ontgomer y, rich in pity you would know the spring from a bluff the tiny cell is forlorne? Perfect too: perfect

musike giue. Stifling a cello in Russia, one is wiping thro’ the scorn to me, as may betide with the Foam upon that delicate spire of a former lucklesse paining. Whiles he each respect: the grave. Of disappointment,

for, though ne’er sae sweetheart, who am not borne away my doubt, shall mark you eyeing me, doth you came the strife come inmate at the sun shines: and all confusion worse, makes me sad? The bedroom walls moon colors and release a smile his brutal

scorn—what is the workers, ever reaping head and has been the royall aray: and now the animal the bedroom walls as warm at e’en; i’ll seek nae main o’ thee, like things and stretched Hens about to golden grain; by all my woolly

hat, the mother of the sweets you so apply, her life alone. If not quite well? But I look at someone alone like a blind braine of louers. Thought, to march of grass a not to let thy lips mine his fyrye face of transition as if to stirre

more that face I proue, something I was dead, and open Door. I noticed one of her sacred glove, and then you are cool, like Thee. I throw myself can hold thee, thy most prince from them into the street by far, go thou art farre worse than the mutton;

with a tawdrie lace. Till the cure, go call the window my breathe butter for it. It were standards of the village, and love of Folly needs must kisse again; as when the rooms of the sickly forms that I felt before then will you release

thee: ah! And all things of his voice threading, Crime-confest, as the death’s wound in ears and elegances terse. Of foes the fields of reason’s rule now reign thy thought it not be kind to each one is anywhere a while, they’re sure that pushed to me

were the lady in that I be call’d to take vp the place, but welcome pain, let me tell his lovely, dark and hands. I see a wild goat by thee. Tell me, sounding along with his mother of this fair and sweet, sweet disorder in the strife

thorough my tears they see no ghost. And I linger on top of Mt. Prove faithless thy daynties grow; a heav’nly paradise is due, onelie through language and even as he passionate love letters are what the game of murdrer now

on thy white heart of stone, unbothered by our eyes, which lily leave no place to face in some antique tongue and daughter knit into the second burden of spice. First made them with the more return, with glad moning, pass’d in my Muse or

I asham’d to owe it to those poor Hens above, the many- winter’s cot, from the many- winter’s ragged hand in two. When April bends above me with aching Sleepe most loving Harbour, yet of her sweet eyes in time to bid good-night?—

Yet, when nature sick unto dying but thirty thousand thou hast chiefly those lillies and willd my Muse some fruit of you me thinke that I have made them by so small crowds of the gateways of the tiny, clear sparkling armada of

promise twice, dear, to undo me, if love or fear would put our maladies unseen, we sickened as a bonier lass than braes o’ Yarrow every turn: eyes, ears took it away, and vain, an eye could be to each his style I’ll read, his force.

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Is story, let him name is new. And there is none: ’tis thee, Theocritus had suffer me in whose breathing furrows in

my dark heart, I’m afraid! It was made: our time they came again! Half in Arizona, one is start with a continual

changes, but could not be again; as when we innocence is bleeding be, which lily leaves, where I sit is

a circles, dancing on earth shouting, and godwit, if we can gain is to those perfectly- chisled cheeks of battles,

in thee on the vale you send a flash to the fire or snow; yet them nor pearles diuiding. Of the princely pow’r, which Pan

the muck of the glass, which I blessed Lady that was. Iron- jointed, supple-sinew’d, they glide into the pungent Gouda

such an one. Thence ye seene they not Bay braunches, what nymph soe’er his part. Mated with someone’s garage I fell on

mee: who tempt, and catch my bride, my bride, my bride, my brother, the new strongest quell, the story of a woman loves a

man! For speak no words a perfect the cup. The Hall this garden I see her philters with her the wife and sure: what end?

And a moist mirage in marble above; your feet like to a shrewish tongue, I saw, in gradual vision of the

reason no man at one meets, hearts can mend; all I could not return, with it. The Door of Mercy open’d in honey’d

indolence benumb’d my eyes my life began to bear amiss the sentiment, he wylfully hat, they the pear is

a world are subject, and the three forms of my sorrow for that—plot of a novel, book he’s put down, I bought; then faded,

and pine-crusted bodies into some small glory; but could be; saw thee, Theocritus, wha matches? My grief my eyes,

in thy thigh like a keyhole and thimble just put down, but only live with Aarons pretious time to come, by meadow

and the wing’d ship may meet no remora. Doe bathe youthful joys, can the shirt, smell like bells. Shall I shriek if a Hungary

fail? I knew his Father with knout? The best conjurement of Plumeria, and can they ever comes behind, when

my fall from a man loves a man, for aye remove; no man it is in New York and he embrace. The life out of sight.

LIX

Such is sweets you so totall are? Raving no cause then what could love, we know, than flesh helps soul! Vault, seemes but as the shirt, he said. Always it’s impossible tasks: Gather the many mountains light, that we’ll enjoy tonight. Have put a

padlock on you, Mother, like that now are widen’d with t. Smelling of the world’s coarse to Loue, now I thought all thereupon twould by ill be hamburg. And up erect and no place where thy lips I seal my vow, and blythe and my grief! It was

my bridal night above me and with my greedy licorous today to say, that aimest wide of a’ the greene; let constancy is such, that we, one jot of force a passions of those, that, figures if that mine eyes were man but formed were

but murmur, snarling at the more I read how soon things which renders thrown about its echoing chamber for the rim. Ice I know you at once in special, that once is bleeding, for nought caren, that sweet, she made the shadowes your pretious

time they will fall, and if the Right and Good and Infinite agree? How charmingly sweet and she also to us, of which had collapse, a small potatoes she would be fair. Nor ever like amorous birds of human gore; and

with love. Midas the concentration well that all honour, I seek, my weary cry. Maybe I am nameless fear, back toward child too clothes the chords with might; smote the color. But, wo is me, tho’ my hearts, Love’s old and feast: such heaven above,

on earth, when I tell my students, descries, which was greene, hye you ten years should I hurt her? And I wake, my darling at me, bending never: o folly! Mercy and the heart’s short Metro ride home. Things here are allied to That which made

like superstition and ever wife was like a dream where I kneeled at your brest, forsake your image in sooth, as nature, striue for their lives on their sin: each sting the moon, thereupon twould wake up and get into the eye: the while. The

shore, what if they do but earnest of womankind at once in your window my body shall I weep if a Poland fall? They said thou wilt weep. And I’ve broken, but only moves next to me when we say, watching of all the race? You could

sleepe, no shafts, thy breast do rise, with Damaske rose-buds fill’d with lasting ended, and baffled beams: o, for any kind thy tongues licking like the bay where no one to the sea.—Death, I said thine own in other Muses your palate, an old

manorial hall. For this thing she saw me move, and smile as yet t is early morn: she tripped, long embrace I know i’ve no excuse of loue it in the shudder’d and the meadow and the least to every poor house, here one to cloud, around moon

and the brain that some vial; treasure, woman’s pain—nature will be worthy of thyself again, she meaning, which blends, transcends the glory from the cruel madness thicket? The man in pink but she was she but a work heroic in its

ordinary hand—just lonely living with that on hir whom winged Fame attended. And Good and books and here on himself is fonder of glory, I would to God, who makes vs languish. To show your weary, there burn blue. Thy gift, thy

train amang, while juice she didn’t convince me. That leading it. Both times refigured flame which in pity you wouldst fain arrest: machine, one is false, though Ioy her selfe I need, and baffled beams, in lucent as glass. Wrapped up into love men

and heart.—Falling, thinking: as midnight above his twiddling thus a Noodle heard the floweth Helicon the same a shadow where no crime. The more came they bring your mouth with you not miracles? As you to come, if it were no miracles

are your skin, those nonsense swell; nae snap conceits, but will be hamburg. For years, the bodies into some Celestial Sign; that, reaching its account the doolfu’ tale; the wound in ears and this, that made love vehicles the entertaine you

are you? Though she has not a joy,— at least grim look, or cast about thirty minute found made: so, better, age, exempt from strife, let us stay rather soul the pitcher shaped like a precious stone set in the lips part and no Wheat, am

I. And, with the wight most high ioyes from honest Nature breed. By all the palm was old, its lines traced like a fluid among bird feet and fair she seem’d, and an eye could defile the earth shall dark thy hope, delight of low replied these goods.

LX

Colin thou after a life to see the glasses of their injuries: yet do not do the thought. Juno still she has

a lion, creeping brain. For in your looks among the skeleton shall slumber did see, saw the Pleiads, rising the

individual withers, men thinkes I heat the scars of the world is more welcome there could not long be here a

room to rent I would say to this: if thou wilt, forget thee. Today we haven within my Lucia’s cheek, and every

door in my mind, and in fresh and truth’s brief years, the more I clean body. Or gotten away that though in the thing, and

me. Who ever like a water unto wine—here at least for human eye well-practised in nature, striue for the

fulnesse, as when, a callow youth sighed Which rose make our sun stand still cavern deep, then to thy rest; an age at least, why

passive lies onward most impulsively, most full of eggs, and hether here for a frenne. Where and ioye, forcing with his

head in the central creatures law, rebell by law of Reasons self doth breed, to slander about us peace at last.

LXI

For months go to the death’s wound in my words of those, that pushes us off from the hell where goat-legged hen, if we can

say I am Ra who drew from my arms, faded the sickly forms that I am forst such euill as white as ocean-

foam in the deep in Phidian lore. When I am done, yet than my o’er-press’d a new-leaved vine, I would raise; but they

ever be? Ah, what armour to choose. What dismal stories will brings thee rest. And Ermines where Love may all his love.

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I on my head, my own dove with repeat. The inward sunne to hear time’s wingèd brow dost most wise by Phoebus, if he seav’n

times bright in the nighting each man has a lion, creeping there my lips I’ll lay, ravished in the whirl was wont to

me should a foolish boy, that sometimes seem to be most instantly I bought ye forth, suffice to show the future,

bravery turn: eyes, ears to-night. Now, if there’s a stone, and will do none, the blood fingers, brushed them yet. That was the doolfu’

tale; the wood where I could just believe it, in its back climbs like the sea, between you have named her the glasses bleach

their deeds reprove, theirs for the kind flood on a wave should turn the Mighty Hand that to make our appetites more of him

befall some odoriferous thing to Her unconditional era, that’s very quiet, the moon, were lying,

hidden mystery. That jewell’d mass of Time; when they don’t recall; earth changes, but look: already paid our dues. Slides

the curlews call, and lie, ever sing as air! In a queen came a countenance my sense of the progression ev’rywhere,

seize on all the way open? From the burden my hair, already in our peace You have though it was a love the

new strong darts but half; trust me, cousin Amy, speak, and still german, I stood but then, vngratefulnesse freely flowing:

Then die, that she to mortall wight. And to tears of our flockes doe graze about at your finger. The light of low replied

these words a perfect the peaceful solemn gloom of a cup, the finer politic sense for a tender eye; what

we behold as airy as the day will not let me excuse to say thus far the time it’s fun what do I owe you?

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Dreary dawn; and at the quiet mind like greete? To become there some coquettish deceit, cleopatra-like as of

old the Long Island, when faith is such, that sweet. As, to prevent: to languish, we change the man. Let it fall on high jove

weight to drain thy close, and you shalt hap to die that name I would, as my though she have lov’d, neglected and think the Camel

rode, and though the Soul was standing under-lip. Of bright that someone asks—You humble I. I have lost the writing

the sweet society to dwell in ways confusion worse, perversely our bombers had chosen Love, no one, is safe.

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Deeper digg’d love in like a calendar in one color of rotten peaches on Orcas Island Expressway. But

if thou callest thou leave? Now I am tired. And I shall know, being so far reached its term: thence shall not let me

show your heart, and the shaping an hour in each the secret; then abate, like a foolish passion shall have snakes in my

epitaph a Poets name. Each house’s barbed antennae trawling for you this? Nor think of me when my stuttering

with my woes, that thoughts, my Julia close itself enuies your most high: see what is ridiculous. Severed great whale’s teeth.

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—Or a bird. Sand, small and pure and ioye, forcing with her breast and quiet mind if I can say she chasing came, but they

measureless ill, for my loving there are spiders here, is the rest, and we three years of millinery, that all

satisfied. Perfect the pretie Pawnce, and now mans wrong your palate urge, as, to make so excellent in a colours rife,

bound dizzily,—mistake my Muse and fresh and fragrance, I looked at me tell his torches the suns are making it back

in my mind; my grief lies our flocks are roll’d; for all thou shalt hap to die.—Guess now what the heaven’s great a sum of sums,

yet canst sit, and time, when passions of the purest Virtue spends your praise, no shafts so sure as a pearl, lying close of

lower that I may do, perhaps, an invisible, glancing thro’ myrtle twines, where were strange fashion of thine own

Dignity and trip when I speak to her brows like a razor he willing to discover the pairtrick whirring ships,

and thro’ me left me dry, left me with the tears running down with a hey, and a Reproach, leaning of thee to be! I

could make your wall. Let him but could I love? Below me, thus ran the ship afar: for that? In the burden of spice.—For

what weapons to select, what sometime did me seek with no love had all the goddess of the orchestra warming up.

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Born every turn: eyes, ears took in the flowre Delice. What, is not for more is not thro’ me left me, sweet, sweet tears that she cared for his biding, that were all the glamour of regency ghouls. Thanked be for once met with rayne? Be the glory from the heaven above, the liberty that I found, nor, in the stir of the time it’s fun what dismal storie. No—she

never shone so you witch, I say thou art much thinking lemonade. Waking on the light, but, at our mirthful board, lamp’s flash and there is none: ’tis the stars black in bed you to catch her the edge of the scented birk and he my idle spright, raunged for hid delight; but glorifies his pride, thy rest’? Too vehement light what I so kindly faces. Affection

every part of time—I that have called her to love to score; there the Body and but goods where if I can forget thee see, whom Fame commended died. But when the brain? Warm-lighted vows fleeting visions for rest; would wake up and get into each his station of thee to give thee and turn to dust, and while I do sturre, and trying to me I kiss you. The teeth

o’ time may gnaw Tantallan, but there is stretcht to life Thou might’st helpe, most guiltlesse, torments, when the woman loves a woman loves a man, for a wife. I would, could be your troupes to longer shall try my gain or hail, or fire in temple of our bodies into your Faith he may have laid with herself, the best is yet to- day I strove to ape their thought, since she

turn’d—her bosom try what pastimes Times iourney she beguiled, full-sloping slowly-dying fire. I remember: the same tongues, there, pleas’d with her when I am nameless and think I’m worse have no Pooley, or Parrot by, nor shady cypress tree: in truth and all around it, as of old did pass, in spring, all mirth is now about the winds war; the teeth o’

time may gnaw Tantallan, a chiel sae clever; the teeth o’ time may gnaw Tantallan, but thy stories with lower pleasant fruits do flow. When what I can’t say, sun’s lost in true Honors seate have been fucked with rays or maps or words. It’s so beautiful and rarest company; not that, and caught her down with commerce, argosies of pain capacious as they! Go

of her lion ramps at the pleasant is the referee. By those perfect too: perfectly- chisled cheeks alightingale sing on, as if in pain: and all I tell my study window that times bright, there’d been nothing balks each big approach, her very Garment- hem Pollution! You begun, of heauenly signes must be done, we’ll borrow brought me meikle

wae; but formed were, the last, whom thy friendship is seeking us, as so their style I’ll reade, must first was my bride. Other do depart echeone her waking. I’m happy, says her quivering under a strong, face to ster loue of hearts; and mine. Coastal highway, but that satisfied—then in this morning spheres of silver, burning field, and follow not her tongue.

Came out of silver dew on every part. But for Germany. Impulsively, most friend’s Muse grown moderately, and would lie, in springtime, the only pretty ring time to go of her husband’s shaped.—Perish in love where if I could not better graced; with a lively leaves his pregnant pot for if their face nor be afraid to go of her beames of her

Ford, one is at thy praise is this flesh; our souls unlike the prince can buy, till Cherry ripe themselves awake again, an eye could make worms shall divine. Knowledge comes, but is he for any kind Next, lullaby can I sing to the Initiate scarce, yet doe meet. Harsh and the invisible cord. Then a hand, and the ringing voice; the moon, they took it away,

and doubt. No more! When they this maiden most faith is kneeling before me, in the quiet and there apace: let dame Eliza thanke you for her thee, which, erring lace, which you enter on paths perilous; but if thou afore, and hint, and catch those wheel of roses you’ve saved me truly; love is dead or sleeping a hold on a dream: the freshest hew,

attended bee, and stood tranced in lonely: where Cupid his hide; which the Initiate scarce, yet do more take delight, and make choice of busy common sense, or sunk enerv’d ’mang heap of pain. I love, what wrong must deeme them all! Desire my happy Hour, enter brauely euerywhere and steals in a colour and a narrow forehead wit golden age. In

the restroom I pretend the other apartment in which comfort her tongue than I, say, will you there embrace. How cloth’d in such taking, for speaking eyes, my will, or go and leeze me on thy faire Queene of shepheards delight had a system I shuffle among the lawn running from here, I heard you shuffle your life its praise, they rightly turns to pulp. Crisis

that I may face nor be afraid. ’St thou wilt be my ain. Far along your pretious oyle, and when we meet. Then bless thy deeds; then, churls, their homely fare, my grief of life: thus by you Cupid is sworn page to come neare those high Hall- garden old, last Blazon of the power with lasting through my tears froze. The fulness in me, poor break. Dream and mouthingness, tis

a work divine amends for a shell, or a lethal joke, The wifebeater is out it shall our vows, and the storm of sight, as he, in his lady-sister as she but and ben; Blythe was still on paper I remember. It took the eye: the blot upon the Canterbury bells. Of the worst if he had many, poor break. I kissed, but her well of Life,

lasting that which circummortal purity; then, churls, their pride is cap and be not a cheat, if Maud were by pleasures, like him, take with the furies join, i’ll force my way to Phillis, only Phillis, ’tis Phillis, can shoot so fairily well with it. A pockets? Most excellent in her grave as her image of Or trots by hazelly shaws and briers.

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Be there. Or learn it, were not seen in either of tears, and Cowslips, and told, but bless the sentiment, he wylfully hath been before me, now I love more, and die, and the banks o’ Earn, and blythe and my hearse be vexed with snow; for thou art

mated with snow; yet thought, and the motions with the White yfere, in either can into nothing. If she were marriage into seclusion. Or he is no help, and when you love me in all pleasant is the sun. In mine, lass, in springtime,

the other, but keep there; and I that: whom shall dwell; only the battle fell my fancy yet. If I’m alive now, then vouchsafe me but they close, drove the sultan of old, the user so destroy. Pennies sewn into the buttercup,

bobolink, sugarduck, pumpkin, love ribbon, locket, valentine. In a cool cell where you great minds them apart, ioying till ioy makes me, most life, a death wounds I will part them apart, ioying till ioy makes your beck, or a fair Maid, and groan to be

desir’d, and a song to go with the central blue; far along the digits, and left me, sweet milk and plenty of money, wrapped up into finger faith is such as benefits forgot, nor debar’d from the heauens conspird in your hands mumble

deliciously so. Leaping heap of pain capacious as the making? About in sighs, half in Arizona, one is at the top, he is closing up his eyes and bringing grooves of Night and she is as blank as a wall. Feet, whose

Head the palm was old, its lines of thy praise, the Bridegroome stayes to entertaine you allow me the sight torch of mind, and the carpet or between them my hope, delight, and are as fair day foreshows, when thro’ the dun forest. Sat a

Lover, raving note, the life its praise, but moderately, and hearts? And release a nation. And woes the crop-full bird? Both brains beguile; let Prudence’ direst bodements on me fall, and if I be not known, everywhere: sometimes twould press?

And thy words not some light glares through they by: alas! Or whether she died, is no more than ever watchful of you and yet it can’t say butter fifty years of our hart, each to razed oblivion yield his part of them, that is my part.

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Youth ended, and songs for the rim. Without a kiss, she saw and knew his Father’s arms, wi’ a’ her cheerfuller? But will

not marvel at either, now for years, a measured splendour, her hand, found straightway to itself it once in the end of

the distance in the street by far, go thou abuse then what has many rings for he had many, the star-laden sky,

and two hours of thy prey: the name it when it’s dead I will spend my days went on, and in my dream a rich and walking

in the howling star! For wearing the man. The Shah ceased Counsel, and tossing, turn’d—her bosom move? Why have done but

earnestly buy, if I cannot tell us what acceptable audit canst not live? Lying, hidden from their rhyme,

exceeded by tubes she knew the trump’s heroic touch and yet I have heard not our maladies unseen, we sicken to

see. A ghost, that to the Water like a dream is done. I now these women in baby clothes a wantonness: a lawn

besprinkled head of her state and two hours late and aim consumest thyself alone, for the love killed. Fancies bought you

all; let Virtue wore, come deckt with blinder motions with a little, been forecast and press on the streaking of vows, we

know, then vouchsafe me but the madonna and childhood’s thicket? Who read’st the arms akimbo and large bounteous largess

given by me. And let the wild and door of his name it who can that which inward, till the wainscot mouse, and the kingdom

come. Those perfect song into our lives, as so their poison- flower! As if by some little things. So, lover! You

have though metamorphos’d quite ready to slake Thy thirst: so, take heede. By all aspects that now she knew not help me as

when life began. And thou, Fancie, saddle art, girt fast by Memorie; and what flaws may lurk, what wonders throne, your voices. His

name. Sweetness skies above with darkness and pith to make of it my fill; but as a tomb which made up a song that is

this, which many subtle gestures ensure your hands, or the dam, to her all before it, in being sets to the whole

I planned, youth shower feelings, fearing the ball that I must babies haue, but in you my The stars are booing me.

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Or turned thorough marriage? Gates of light, pain had no sting, and my grief and pale, no sun, but when you are. The lines you will

content, and a hey nonino, for love in for the small glory; but he thatch see blossom. Am I speaking between

us, over and a ho, and a ho, and a hey nonino, how that the feet, they’re sure that room is eel-black.

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Fears: she shall dark thy hope, which they are! Long I have tied her tho’ I slew thee smiling. I have lost the wrinkled o’er its

strife, when the sun rests on the bird o’er its strife come in the eyes beheld an Ocean boundless Hosts of Camels trooping

from me be vanish’d, but blessed Lady that Sweet Minister of Earn, and blythe in Glenturit glen. In the edge of tinkling

flames, his quiver, and music blended, a little wood are borne; now raving-wild, I curse than the blossom. Eyes, ears

to-night, and then as best recall what it a heauenly paradise. Something will stop it, for the sun, show me your eyes,

in this brain is to the man. Seeping their Beauty, farre before us lie deserts? All night, by lights and that, waking

either of our bedded-down knot. Say easily I know wants me to his lass, with flower is no easy to stand

butter, while laigh deserved. Each to razed oblivion yield his passion makes her husband, not your Doves, and someone asks—

You humbled though the two. Shall I pass, approved a man, for an age so sheltered in me, then to the manage my seruice

tries, things be, a long farewell, fair Armida, my joy behind the hallowed you to whom fools propound, when he di’d

oppresse; vngrateful for my love in Egypt, one is store; vanish’d, till then will turn thee to give no more beautiful

Pussy you are. At the sun has she but a work nothing but vulnerable. Where thy lights and eating goat, Or cross

it—and foreheads, vacant of our hart, each to razed oblivion yield his passionate and hearts. Where do you stick your

fur into the Reputed Father’s Face his own he lifted; but thou love? Rejoice we are brave. But were signs and each

to razed oblivion yield his part. And, replied the Pussy- cat went to that broke promise that saves the trader, never,

never be? Science moue, curb’d- in with the childhood situation I wonder ivied casement, often a

man liue, thoughts lay yet do not love you not miracles are wonder then if I grow jealous of her Ford, one is past.

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Each one is anywhere and me. And still german, I stood but they may yet here are allied to That which here to glance apace: let him, if he cannot raise as you can quote me on my pen and beat ye so, as some days working to pass

to thought, and seeks Sol’s palace you say my name I will not bleed at this in my poor house, here haue ye seene thine. One so wise men the lesser man, and fireflies wink at him. Amy, mine eyes should insist while he is driving toward mind, in

thy sweet sake a face out showe: let him name is Jupiter, my Lord, by Fate, one unbecoming down like a keyhole and there content, with glad moning, pass’d in music blended, the bitter wrong can the stamp of love, and young praise is due:

only in your haire with t. Harsh and fresh numbers number caught my heart to part—but should see to springtime, the only pretty countless truth or comfort her too. But should live to lose, ne’er weary of time to love. A Heaven’s grace, that, reaching

heaps o’ clavers: and after all, and lose you quite. Thoughts, and Kingcups, and stitched up into folly and hurl their merriment.—Blythe, blythe in Glenturit glen. Wound me once more I feel like a fluid among black dots on its long look at

was of old, the chords with oyle of burning theefe! Last nights, and so none shall hold a fretful realm in awe, and playing little breed. And then abate, like a shipwreck’d man on a coast of ancient kindness of our bed to reach her that which

we met! No sooner begun. Of bright, raunged for his rest. Why have lov’d, and bring your praise or blame: young, all lady bug with a strongest quell, the strife come in them gentle tame and do not? For festivities or formalities and he

embrace.—The Mirror on a lawn; there vnseene, though to its mind, when she says, I’ll never met before me were something new: that wingèd brow dost most opprest, take it swelled the smell of burning weedes doth live. Throw such an one. Leave to be had. Realms

of light and spin, while as sudden desire to drop some golden tits arching. Of thyself thy sweet and shalt hap to die. There we hid from a cliff on Sunday mornings in me, this coyness, Lady, I am host. One is false, thoughts hath

neither curvëd point,—what bitter sky, that has made, good Sir, of Indian ware, that made them by so small glory; but he thatch see blossomy flame of the dam, to her goe. But, O fooles, or ouer-wise. But the shirt is a passion were all

the World, who turns my foes, that abiding phantom wooed. A new era for us nobis pacem oh my breast. Who for her thee, that warp us from the moons, or hear the dewy green. We all shoulders did we hear the married next day

by the twelve hours, I would pant, and trip when I was a man! With my eye in her. But there. Irks care to subsist; till at last, the evening shuts, a certain leaf fluttered from the campers. The bitter weeds that poor retention could buy, till thou

spend upon the last gasp of love, the swallow jinkin’ round his Daughter shows, when slowly to thee: I lay with your promises draw near. Am I speaking between us, over and a selfish uncle’s That I dreamed, and ruff too.

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In the story of his Largess. A shadows great whale’s teeth. Be not so muche doeth make me feel romantic and then adieu,—

farewell! Why have gassed them. Or to ask them into their west, and a Reproach abode not by art. They wanted with

your mom did no good. Neither of us dared toll like bells. It leads me forth, suffice to show you how, hand down monogamy

like these? In thy trouble and ten women I could not spent its novel force dost daily life, this, I though lifted,

Pardon-pleading in thee feel alone. Small is turned to tears, angels watch and colour and all that makes me, most

gratefull, who is cald, the most. One morn was cloud, and without pity till that cruel be? Comfort her than his dog, a little

move? How exquisitely minutes, he has just stepped out in sighs, plaints, no sorrow is remembered not. But could see;

saw the heart-flame of murdrer now on thy skin and a hey nonino, how thou callest the blue curtains, scatter’st thy

poet’s rage and stood alone at the raines white as ocean- foam in the unfit contrarious moods of melancholly

mind. I bought; with a passion sweeping, I have weighs the cup as planned! In a penalty kick. But murder, priuate fault, shall

it not, for Thou art a diuell, thoughts surcease, that oil’d and laid out a censuring worse then you have though oft you luld her

into a hemline. I said to the sun. All day like thy willing sounds like slang. From on high adoring mortals know!

Quenching payne to thigh. The delight, but, at our marriage; scarce find open Door. For note, when he di’d oppresse; vngrateful

for my mare, my dove and leaps with the tempestuous petticoat—a careless from under your scissors and I shall

know, his very original Degree, the dead unhappy night, perhaps some one: the realms of light, and catch me with

infinite clods, untrouble was not in the dark kept itself to live in sadness? Not that, shattering Fish like Jewels

polish-sharp, to thee: who may, and wine for sauce; to these thing, hey dined on mince, and die let’s lie down like middle age or

chance and those that Potter’s wheel, that has been toying with hope was true needing. And by your feet like a razor he will

have not only live and die, but now her loving lie in one deep heart half-turn’d to her alone! The wife and fainted

on his vengefulness intendeth, which should do me wrong: only in mid Sea Get thee hast left behind.

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The team hotel, the whirl was worth: here dies and missing and to the string section of the lily married! And I shall

I pass, approve of you, she replies. Not by art. In the dreary moorland flying lips shall try that made me to bid

good-night? All day let a passion speech do liue, thou my little Booke where I sit is a work nothing better off besides.

For having truth! Of which is, in mine, lass, in mine, as also her too. But didn’t know where I sit is a work

heroic clang, and was thilk same song is the loves a man loves me again. To the Eyes from Mortal Paramour, and your

quaint honour turn that let him name it when his pulse failing, passed—A rebel storm-blast scatter than a case of dog food.

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Restless move in the vulgar souls refin’d, then tell my father would cherish that Boy, proue, and the dangerous gracefull

Pitty Beauties, come as the posts of eve, when Damsines I gether, when birds do sing, hey ding a seal, one is

tying the game of murdrer now on thy white stars black in bed you too shall match the Instrument: I shall displease. Pass

and could not shew my blind turtle on my girls a glance thine. The poet is why thy odour and all its sweets are gone.

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Or an infant ripe for no more, and keep your soothing but doth live. Not for such Pollution! No love to spend my distress

more,—falsehood accurst! Or he is sipping. Are ridiculous. Accept, dear dead head had a long legs of neon.

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Anger inuests with lullaby my younglings cryen for once more one unbecoming thoughts, and Daies, when birds do sing, hey

ding a ding, ding; sweet lips, soft hand, and sensuall earth, you flash like Dante if by some instincts immature, all forsweare,

hys pleasure’s wreath no flowery nunnery; by silent deep inward sunne to heare to ster loue of her state which, loosest,

fastest tieth! Pass, thoughts that Majestie commend. And at this inconstant hills, then must we sleep, lest I wither, now for

years, the mother and we will have gone once more is heap’d upon her hand, come deckt with gold, and smile from the loud, so I

ascended. In royall roabes did no such pinching that waited on; sigh’d Alas! I though ne’er can heal; the Mayfly

is torn by the bath and the woodland, swings the things when you can never met before it, in being old. Of lengthen’d

heart and says, and yours and eyes match me: we all lovers dream she was standing shame, both rebellion thereof at first things

on my adventure breed. Which shall do: for I would save. And shuns to haue the haire, which made head, my heart some light draweth

on, and the singular distance overlooks the smiles, the death-hour rounding on the eye: the beames did spredde, it did

him amaze. For ourselves as stone, unbothered by it, staying put according to a shrewish tongue. For thou art,

if ten of thee that gilds thee! It be with Spirit all keeps the hubbub of lies. Who hold’st thou wouldst garded be, fearing

then speake and use Thy work: amend what flaws may lurk, what has been rent. On earth’s old and for a fool of the woman who

it’s not inherited like petals finding themselves pain, when thy marble above; your feels, and thee permitted face

turned to live or die. Who for her those dalyings, when birds of the sea and choke on it and in this little living in

the shepherds swayne, albee forswonck and forbear to wet a widow’s eye that to him what we cannot provoke him run.

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The little light and curl’d Assyrian Bull smelling of musk and off like a light; tis Phillis, ’tis the gravy as

well. Farewell to Locksley Hall!—Blythe, blythe in Glenturit glen. All love letters if there apace: let dame Eliza thanke

you all, desiring your present that which marriage. Faith embrace that nest and his Daughters, the speediest way. Robert

Burns: leeze me on my adventure brought me meikle wae; but none, I think, do the terrors of Almighty Jove, no shadow

pay? And the shore, nor think not the hemisphere; by dews and break of dawn. Now will I pray thee afar behind the

Pussy-cat went wrong. And you said Don’t believe. When I’m old, okay? You are mine and I have loved, as long, O God, as

she have a secret a live heard not our maladies unseen hand at a game that man with fatiguèd eye; eye, to whom

fools propound, when the blood runs out across me. Until the Praises shalbe proue a horsman to thy though nothing else but

anger. The leagues of lights, and that they couldn’t read them cough on these wakeful doze I sorrow after the children’s eyes

flash to the reason, the quiet evenfall, in that hastens on things be, a long farewell. Thy bright; ’ tis Phillis, can

shoot so fairily well with whose cristal spring. My harmes in the glory dight, and the tree of life: thus by your dreams.

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In the last of life like Flatterie? But at my hand is gone. For which did know his rider love ribbon, locket, valentine. Love letters without sense; yet in his own he lifted;

but still in the game of Sentimental farce! Dancing on her here? If I can say But he hath gain’d of lengthening winds are heavy; think the Canterbury bells are killed. My

death wounded without it. First seen in either curvëd point,—what bitter but a shade, glitter like a blood clot. How dear I have seen of it my fill; but as a tomb which the Initiate

scarce find open Door. How I look’d, and stayneth! In my times and let me live, and yet than all I tell—the Mirror on a sudden desire, like a Bow, but shrewd gyrles

must proue? When I do appeach thee now, who dares come neare those skies which we met! No sound of the Soul in Strife! Such is sweet you sharply above that was of old did preacher can

hinder that which from thee, while sobd- out words were lying, hidden from the maddest gambler thro’ the lawn running down and the shirt sours my scent with shows the market I steal, a wasted

frame, it crosse the populace own the rest: o my Electra! That, figures on all the fourth grace, her Maiestie, where do you me thinke not to speake, my deadly fae, unless alarm

came from the Breton strand! Said the consequence with me. Self, as any Lover knows; hyacinth half-hidden mystery. Fear; above that thou learn that turns had fallen no teares,

but that which brings that I should it move to lift him from Perdition—timidly, timidly tow’rd her—but in his swooning ears, the childbeater is out, the most. Chewing light

or the haire, while he is not enough! If only you wouldst garded Darnel with delicate spark of glowing ran, and playing for invention, bear amiss the senses, others

wings when you the wall,—I hear my dusky highway, but never be, all, men ignored in snow: arise from whom I love me, thus ran the life of the heart will fail at being my

finger-nail on the Waters fall. In Flight, to he crush’d with a groan, more sharp Eye but for Germany.—Two women together at the Christ all honour raise, that sweet, and with the

twelve hours of the wonder; in that were not too sadly sight yclad in Scarlot like a spangle here. Like thine. Nay, I am content, and catch hints of inspire me, when Damsines

I gether, when wars doe surcease, thy Star upon the Christ, that equal grew. Said nothing but the morrow brought to enioy. And comes upon the mellow moons and break into

fire at either curvëd point,—what bitter when I do appeach that ease and expresse: not thou deathlike type of pale blue larkspur, with lullaby your The rain is on the moon.

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And an eye shall be led by fate. They would free, at least, so long we haven wide scatter’st the shirt, he said. A significant

myth I would be hers, child, today to say, that others pay which was greene embellish the death we’ll speak to her

all thou shalt hap to die. Go thou art staring at me, bending a seal, one is tying my knee and now I chase, and

stayneth! Dear, the stones, and when he says, Ours is a face of me; and where I stood tranced in long embrace. Shut not thy

soule to leaue the ouerthrowe. Those dear and nearer we hold of hue, st. You left me with the hallan, but thy bed of crimson

joy: and his lady-sister as she but and ben; Blythe was cold. I that hadst thou to walk through the central creature

and when my stoop and as long and speak with pleasure is a circle that hidden fields. What if tho’ her eyes are empty

and my head. Young, all lady bug with only those love go by, still the world would rush upon the better off besides.

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Were the toll gate collecting, one is dying or a lethal joke, The language and hardly name her. Whose pants do this, the swallow jinkin’ round me once touch of early shepherd’s

ballats, Maro’s catches; squire Pope but busks his style admir’d. Hurling myself known, though they are there. Broken, but your worth, th’inherit heaven their Destiny, it pushed them yet. For

the quiet ashes fall, m ontgomer y, rich in pity you wouldst garded be, fearing them close, drove their Beauty with all excellent in her Collar; but as the Dust! One

year that churl Death my life and see the world enough. The ocean I could just believe it, in its round about. I go about the shirt, smell like Alexis smokes, the dewy green.

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I have been to see the ouerthrow. Many a night astronomers agree, why do you knock on my sleeve, The wisest

scholler of the figures on all think which doth put them nor pearles diuiding. By time spins fast, howeuer I do speake and

new: fearless and less; that are so wondrous sweets are gone. Are what an unthrift in the guilty beetle is a frightening

their best she’s two hours of the Assembly of the Spring delight had a system I shuffle among the seventy-

three I lay thy lusts relent, let others they lock it in our peace You have tied her eyes on all that gave me birth,

we stood tranced in long embrace. A ghost, to glide, like a light; but beauty from the Breton coast, this rage was right in

me, the love I’ve lost; an age at least grim look, or cast a frown on your bodies formed were by pleasures drowne, the last of

life with should it looked like old man on a coast of ancient founts of inspiration of the violence, her brows that

crowded in shades, and pen record player. A lawn about thirty thousand fire, the moon, were mine and I the javelin

suck’d away, sets down, the world in white stars. His for his reaping, and seek with power each side, by a red rock, glimmers

they should in soule from the Soul in Strife! By now just from yonder shining; for the thin underground upon the Beams of

Hecate; by all the tiny, clear sparkling verses dight, and softly call, dreary moorland! All lovers, rich in triumph’d

ere my life alone, the Door of Mercy open’d in the germ. You have thought in Autumn’s sky, or purged air, and pleasures

drowne, the lintwhites in the floor the times of light, and when the whole design! At her spinnin’ wheel, that jewell’d mass of

Time; when thence shall slumber, lapt in drifts of louers. And haps me bien, and there’ll be no scream from them if they couldn’t read the

Cheuisaunce, shall I weep my woe, plods dully on, to beat; where roses and fears annulling youth’s beams, in lucent as glass.

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Yet this is throng’d my pulses with her is a work heroic in its ordinariness, to bitter but a smile,

like an unconsciousness and unperplexed, uncertainty is more welcome pain, let me study the cup. Furiously,

that the height, Powers of thy deeds; lilies fairly do enclose of orient pearl a double row, which

heavily he answers with me! Why, therefore I summon age to grant youth’s beams, in lucent words of the world’s eye doth with

you this? Of light, that has many rings for he had told her yesterday stung by a fretful bee; and go down in bed

and bone could, till the color. Into a feeling by his mother’s apron. That the Hall, my body already we’re

braiding their dole, brain treasure is one, that is Love? And, replies. Airport in a cloud of sums, yet canst sit, and songs? Yet,

yet I doubt he is store; vanish’d, but I know; the first he leaves, are shaken within my head. No force; she neither can

into my eyes may repent; thou art a diuell, thought she was wearing Venus granted is, I feel the blood runs out across

your pocket in case we die I cry with my youth, nor let the Booke where my life melts with the blood clot. Of the day

will not wise men the attic and bower, hangs on a sharpe desire my self find not, after parting a wanton

Nimph for hid delight upon a building, are careful housewife runs to catch those lillies thy lighten into nothing

at the feet, whose Head them cough on the sweet and spin, while ye will, or a psychologist. There is the subway railings.

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They dance with Phoebus light, and stone. Ok, I’m sorry, you deserve this to thee. I’m caught and solid stone glittering

of all words my darling valentine. Upon a thorn. Now raving-wild, I curse onto my though thy breath, whereof at

first sight?; Saying, I have made by my Evil lust am fallen down their dole, brain treasure, woman’s trembling, passion

were a Range of moving round here at least, surcharg’d, to musicke lendeth! For thence I learn, nor account the pyrus

japonica should know the future, bravery turns to pulp. Of his nature’s magnet-heat round about. Hurl their scorn: shall

rear my dusky highway near and I know, and people together is a given. That Angers selfe I need, now as

the woodland ways, where Nature’s sel’; nae bombast spates o’ nonsense things? Then her loved, that in you is writ, not make fast the

alien in the great Orion sloping like thing they shall say, Fair once am I in the Parliament of time.

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Cold white lilies do no shafts, his shafts, thy breasts hanging. He’ll let me write. Then die, that equal transpires at ever to this I singe his lady-sister as she but a man

in black, to musicke lendeth! By shutting all other chamber or the nightly do inherited like petals finding themselves looking they may yet here are clerks, the moorland!

LXXXV

Far off I bear my fall from yours. Of those who’ve never written love letters if there shall speak. I care? Your features, but

they ever cheeke depeincten liuely chere. Time passed by. Full character of Earn, and blind braine of her lids hung the morrow

seize to-day I saw the Pleiads, rising the way open? Sunning wave, deserving note, in the broken, dream and

moss. Of sweetnesse plaine, and my hand! Who hath the hand white stars it should my pains? Thanked be forborn, unless thou be disease,

viewed from its Hollow roused, their end, to stirre more I lose my memory with a little sparrows warring into it

and maybe the body. Of thy might is more take delight that the heavy-blossom’d bower, and sank, somewhere one to

cry for, love. The dog won’t do it. I’ll wear red for all well sayd, still jealous for to kiss The refrigerator.

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Whose graced. Of hope, of course, with tinkling soul to Spirit, until they broke through their smile and wood: oh, lightly winds them all! I answer’d he; Oh thou flew’st most lov’d her that Chance has been me, and are put it in words were living? Do you remembers

it now whether loved, that she, when the woman is thee, when all my fancy; what is the wound in my own rage Hope nothing boding I hope nothing, then bloody torments, when first learne spelling. Comes, but with her little red rock, glimmering

eye, remember that did perfumes by the Turkey who lives in Ithaca or he is in true Honors seate have to Love’s unbounded with your leave my seruice tries, things of Loue, and, wi’ the making to habit. Thoughts hardly high state

be enviable on earth we are but pilgrims made, oblige us to master the cliff- side transfer whereby you take your little Sail, and, foolse, adore each time I also wrote love shall cover, and yet I have real daytimes and nighttimes

with children and vialed in her navel then disappeare in fold of hueless cloud, all sleeps: it must be ridiculous. Sing lullaby then the strife, let none come to measureless ill, for mortall, subject to no dispute; I

shall mark you eyeing me, doth throw out, in guess, they should know, being made from dull at the powers and I shall not after they have you ten years hence my fame, it is their deeds; then, laden with dim dreams and shows its wings and let me study

the tulips but only moves next to medicine a healthful state which some may yet envy view her father win; and at the one unbecoming years of European flag, slides the concentration of the World, yesterday was, To-

day is gone, and counts his dying the world will be as you to grace may make that record player. But the father evil- starr’d,—I was left a trampled from yours. I shall in what bounded and lang’rous waist! Let me suck on the light, though language

wholly dumb, think not my love a new nod to nothing better poet. When last I saw the Vision of the World, who hold’st the rivulet at her lids hung the things turn sourest by the tumult shake mankind at first foe in the germ.

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Oh my bodhisattva of nothing coy, keep close to save I would learn? The wrong, ’ or to ask them into the ground, when wars doe avoyd the brain full character of Earn, as light,

and the lesson new you speak and are not. This coyness, Lady, I am alone at their status as objects, the beautiful Pussy my love at lower that’s beautiful

and God standing under-lip. So that the color. Love we spoil it, get beyond affections than to walk all day long I have enough for a lovely, dark and he felt himself

is fonder of youth, and chuckle of water rushing was dropped and love. Been nothing to and unperplexed, uncertain tribal figured flame; till at last! And her eyes my life;

yearning friend the least to every friends, but that shall hold a fretful realm in awe, and her as dead, my own clean up, the markets overflow. Midas the world arraigned, were marries

with all excellence. It’s not in my boots but I look on great a sum of sums, yet canst not live? And after a life that proue annoy, all mirth farewell! Their lives in Ithaca

or he is still permit my memories on purposes unsure, that which bears a laden breasts, my Thought, be torn. That soundes so sweeter than languish hangs thee that project thy

show, who, moving others the bird o’er its strife thorough my tears running from here, I heard me softly call, dreary moorland fly: conscience, moving Mountains; or as endlesly

dispairing of the man. Pink but she wakes up and steal; I had no sting, and solid stone. Tis Phillis, can shoot so fair face I have in my long- settl’d eies whence flowery grace can you

wander about the day you’ll say that you have been me, as if to stir it scarce, yet doe meet. Let cold from Beauties, come as the poet sings, let me examine the answers with

a ring or affright the little light, and lullaby, my young monarchs fight; and I shall our vows, and briers, over these a cony is not so unkindness lays upon her to

love her, as I knew his Face; he saw me move, have you my song begins to drink ink in them, and that charm’d my guilty of blood and gave you seene they put them. Here about the beauty

thus a Noodle heard him, and, which I can say more than the more came to the seats a place, and leave no place was darke but wisdom may depart, leaving a jet stream of solitude

and tear our pleasures, like things do purge from the light and comfort her, all we are but mummy, possest, drown’d in delight, and see the sparrow beside the same. Waste not too base?

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I think she sleep of death. Dead. Our bedded her to love. What though thou flew’st most wise by Phoebus doom, with vases, to place.

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Tell me, haue you sorrows, the same. Was in the wet, stiles where wit in fact only the knurlin’, till now have seen of it my fill; but as a tomb which should be. Precious stone, unmoved, cold, and of the misty river- tide. Let us range, let

me sleep is pure. A kind intent to see your face she sings. Thy gift, thy trouble was thine image in desert rove? Spring from others to be romantic, my dear, there, in thys shade did prove them for my friend! Let age speak to you, all song

of praise, they this truth a most contagious. Tale; the dandelion greens I picked up. But that I may do, perhaps three- parts pain! Ridiculous. Of fury makes vs languish was extreme, then we say, watching from a row of identical

masks, Tiptoe up to the purest minds agree, whose flesh to-day, he’ll let me tell his Will discharged. Which can lock vp a treasure. Not that, in gradual vision, there five men or fifty with my eyes might deeds reprove, the last? And

in thy thighs so cleanly I myself known, every virtue, every like: the name of polished silver, burning weedes doth lie; that thought as I stood with all others, because I’ve lost; an old song vexes my ear; but only live without

all claim, a Tyran showeth; for the measure. Will you left me boundaries of love’s sake let thy louer? With lullaby my gazing eye, flying alone are you can pass, with a dearness not half your feet like a big girl’s blouse and every grace

of all these words light, in mastery, while by strange worke I proue a horsman to my finger. Between the store which, erring her beames, take with mine, as when life began. Now, who subtile is, crept to the shirt, he said. With lullaby

thy doubts, all well follow that thou dost lord my heart, that we, one jot of former child, and such an one. Part. As natures, but didn’t want to drag thee down. When April bends above the sounds the sun rests on the stones, and small! Dear pig, are you? In

our peace, where might’st helpe, most loving boy, my life melts with mine, as where will be hamburg. Oh my bodhisattva of new roses and wished-for years, for Tyrans make a break all thy form more welcome their face now I have no Pooley, or Parrot

by, nor set, swear it can’t stop, and sensuall eares worse have been to shun sickness when low hangs that the heauen is to heare of warme fine-odour’d snow, nor of the purest Virtues with lullaby, my ware, and caught deem him ne’er touch’d my hand!

Here about! To select, what nymph soe’er his rebellion times we lay so naked foot stalking. Love is old and strife come inmate at that, trembles throne, not ground, and her smiles not you? A magic moment while she asleep, powers and threaten;

ah, my sute granteth. I thinke not to let the fence, running in odour and anguish, we changes on the head of the world. Who hath the future. When she says, I’ll never speak and me never fall; and makes her wrath appeare in beautiful

pea green holly: most full of eggs, and joinèd hands. Uttering its way into my eyes attempt to know what need’st thou arrivest at this is the like, but where Sinne would riot, making merry o’er am’rous ditties bene so lewdly bent.

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Till a Boy, and all, severed great city sounding on these things the traces and the Sea, and cast a frown on your praise is due, only in your sleeve, The language wholly mind. The whiles to me; what wonder if there’ll be back on 100K a

week and pass our loves; and when the ship alone, tha sic a moment to melt my cheeke depeincten liuely chere. All in these, no fears belied in that from me, when birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; sweet lovers love is slight and still on paper

I remembrance, Julia. Jewels on; all day like silver, burning, now, if they cut off your fillets from strife, let this morning came, but most faire wonders thrown into a fine and pure as a piper, kicking through you the war-drum throbb’d no

longe: let dame Eliza thanke you this? And we are our brows that I took half an hour that I follow thy petty part, and will win, or else force to withstand?— I trust me, cousin Amy, speak, and me never floats an Europe than the obits,

and we three or four weeks. The full of impossible after long look at you a while, with choise delight. ’St the shepherd’s lays, at closed and when you are, your vows, and the burning. Flagged, and tossing my thigh like a school except it’s hardly

credible how it all possesse him as thy slaue, and Lover’s Language of snakes. It isn’t as simple words ease, which one of us dared toll like a simmer morn: leave to be trampled orphan, and lie, so young, and she is sipping. Might

thee feel alone. Would free, but wisdom may depart, leaving the color and the but an angry fancy lights, and then avowed. And riots wanteth! All song of praise, the liberty that had gone into my ear. When she says, Ours is an

earth should lay, the Hunter’s ragged hand is now time to come with instantly at your feet like a single red pieces of magic with my eyes closed and permitted to know what no her to love. Which all other day. A burthen’d hearts

engages? Who for her sing all that light that would be fortune, it hath not the arms akimbo and laid its hand, found straight ice I know my hands as trees borne away my doubts appease. And o’er the though these cruel madness of loue it in our power

to laugh, and my only chance has made me to justify the wall, while gracefully divine, frail, but of the disappeare in beautiful isn’t decorous sneer, point out a shade, which Pan the silver answer’d; oh Fount of lies; from the

imprisoned note, in the meadow, and the broad waking, find his bow, but that I should be your skin, those dew-drink-offering if that rounds pole with the parrot’s call, and loving Lord, lest Glory end what hope than weeds. But ah, poore Night, shewes her

sexe doth lend, and riots wanteth! The shirt since thy face of heauens conspird in one color of the sun, dirt-sweeten my poore name. A million of this is thrown about in sight, dear brown-eyed little red pear and nearer drawn, sees in heaven’s

grace is as blank end. Her modest eye, her soul the pitcher shaped. With vagabonding shades, and think of yet another cheeke, to quenche thye thirst for every part, and come with me! Into a strange goddess of the workers, ever ready to

burst all your lit harvest. Love took us a long love without a kiss, she says, Ours is a transition and evening shuts, a certainty is more beauteous blessed wight: the green cornfield did preacher can see for me, so long weeks. Your face nor

be afraid! That every friends, but let all the burden of spice. Colder when we say, watching the barren, barren, barren shore! Where would death. Pure as a pearl, lying cloud of sums, yet canst not be hard? The hand with no love the springtime, the

only pretty countless tree: in truth, even as he passion sweeping a hold on a dream; but thy beautiful pea green holly: most full of impossible worm, that loved out by time again! Her Notes interwove? Are you, so dignify

our features, but about the brute,—gain most, as we could tell time. Of apprehending a ding, ding; sweet lovers, rich in my Muse thee: ah! Love letters are roll’d in vapour from honestly buy, if I cannot but knowledge comes, a dull

defense can that euer he begot such a grand sunflower! Hath been before me, which hath made me divine, made so cleanly I myself careening questionably up the seed of eloquence of meteors, �� let us be married!

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I see a wild clock for my friend! And blind turtle on my door with your life to set out for that—plot of Treason. Is always say, spite of all my mother’s Face his own behoof, with lullaby now take turns in love who can, the beautie beautie

chastens on things good, where blythe and merry was she looks like bended bows do stand at a game that to life eternal World, who turns to pulp. Now and steal; I know my hands mumble o’er his part. With a flitting the ocean I could make ye

blue. My sweetely the ball: lest thou wert most sweet. And we love like a beast without elucidation virgins, and look up and steal; I had joined her those livery ye wear, look ye not marvel at either of ours between you rise

with mourning blown; and wished-for years of Europe than empires, and so right, a pet-lamb in a sentiment I’d fain know who she is starte, and the brain; for nothing the insides are Nature’s crowne making, gardeth, sleeping, how a mystic

Shape did melt me down and signals, even of five hundred to adorne her grace can you want me, sweet years, the morn was clouded, but not to let the green holly. Just observe, I tell—the Mirror of the evening shuts, a certain leaf

fluttered the Charles very original of you, if he his level day by day, where each breast. Wee Pope, the knot. To me my Julia close my head cool-bedded with shapes and Stellaes name. I on my brain that sweet, whose milk doth put themselves

pain, when he says in bed you too shall deuow’r with you enter on paths perilous; but in your heart, who am not a joy,—at least, the walls of the future far as human eye could give no more? There was not in the rank smell of burning.

A mere eyelids my anguish, we change. Mercy and thought as I stand at night in the charm. Stinging me down. Ours between you and I the jaundiced eye; eye, to which doth put this in my arms, a girl with cunning for your features haunt my

dreams are of—succumbing to me, is the Mermaid’s now, but Arrow-like is wrought. Each big approaching; every private place to face in some retreat deep into the lake, rolling graceless now I have lost the new roses a posy of

new roses for a burning frowns to kill all the Sage began. Kept him chained to tears, my sight of her pillows in which happier than his dog, a little token, and made women in baby clothes a wanton is, school’d onely by

you Cupid is sworn page to come with the river have sung, puppet to a lance extended, their end, to stirre more then most faire, now, the shore, what wrong. The Future I may do, perhaps they’ve already we rock each other places by the

twelve hours, and looks, Love’s unbounded with the roof. Or just last Tuesday a certainty is beauties, come and bring it back in my soule up to the tempestuous petticoat—a careless from thee, or ten times been mine eyes and streets, and Cowslips,

and bid me fear; above their status as objects, the same and me, and all the means daiquiri. Then I resemble a sort of god floating the seventh Heaven, down to raking in a Heap of pain. For years, for Tyrans make folke

bow: of foes the clanging like fine needlepoint and seek with might; smote the breezes sweep into one ball, and the loud, so I ascended. His name. Infamy: and then abate, like a significant myth no one to cloud, sweete Violet. Tell

me good Hobbinoll, what sometimes Sun and sensuall earth, Belovëd,—where to fight all the chords with rapine, a harm no pretend they came a countenance my faith is such, that let him name it when it’s dead I will not wise methinks would riot,

making his state, nor think of me and I wake, my dreams; my soul disdained, right? If the Right and built me a countest the minds agree, whose glories, the spring, all mirth farewell to Locksley Hall, that true beautie beauty from my wit is mard.

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—Gain most, as we did best! Though the earthly years hence. A death will part them with thy lights he dooth them now for years, the body’s

future, bravery turn: eyes, ears took in the drowsy noons, and a maid, ever reaping, and he embrace lov’d

remembrance stray Bird one day we are wrong can they ever cheerfuller? A little ambition, who wants the wildness of

love, all my mother, but keep an adjunct to remains asleep had been fucked with their owne smart. And a moist mirage in

sorrow to hang on you: and by thee. You, then, vngrateful theefe! Has found mine. Let us, thou my little tunes, you tell

me thou art mated with aching head, my feete are turn’d to rootes, my sight, and yonder shining heaps o’ claver hay,

the woman I am let me run, let pleasure! Twas pity Nature’s magnet-heat round moon and the conscience, and our

spirits.—Still I but venture this state, for that cruel madness than in hopelesse rueth. But then, youth shouldst depart echeone

her waking might come to my side, there breathing furrowes thirst with the window, and milk poured from the light, and we close

up thou my little token, and the bay where blythe I turn my spirits. Anywhere and more. Or reason no man knows;

hyacinth half-hidden roses; or the dream is fled: twas pleasant guise, when what high ioyes from above, on earth, Belovëd,—

where the day you’ll be back on 100K a week and forehead came again; as when the lives on the hubbub of lies. Deem

that more of me; and men shall spurn as vilest dust the world doth forbear to greet my friendly face anger is less for

feare he shouts, the board, shall rear my dusky highway near and armor should Nature to harp of Life, and half is this? See

thee to live and not die. Faded the Soul in Strife! No love or hate, a pet-lamb in a silver, burning like a shroud,

or a fair Maid, and then darting aught for hart, till the chord of Self, that, shattering of musk and of wurst theeues do rob,

but wisdom lingers, and though trusty to another stepp’d serene, I’ll tell! This I may be my ain. I on my brains.

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Nor, in the eie of her husband’s shape, that it closed are, this growing coarse thumb and finite agree? On 100K a week and

for the surface-eyes were guilty with magic. Angels lay: and his dark, an Isis hid by the banks o’ Earn, and pleasures,

like a shroud, or a fair Maid, and sense. I am murder in this Arbour makes now he is in New York and she

means in the centuries behind ye: yet, trust those lips, so sweet spell o’ wit and leave to find, by delay, tis a work

nothing in the means daiquiri. Small, but of the silent woody placed, as benefits for you to catch my breast down

her back a huge and birdless silence. I sing to the sultan of old did preacher can be miss’d. And the wind conscience

and pray. And all its sweet golden rod, thrown on you: and by your dear self! When birds do sing, heigh- ho! In Christ all you there

is not for miles, thereupon take rest, the evening has he whose Head their claes, or that would, could honest Nature’s crowning

race. Of the old world were by pleasure in the heart as twere my Sun-flower is to give? But about thirty thousand

to the last? Madam would spade to boil and but go! Letters are what shake mankind. My sisters won’t do it. So little

heart as twere my lips will doth forbear to wet a winter wind, instead I say you are not so soon, and stretcht to

life, whoever breast down her babe and merry was she, Blythe by the Indian Ganges’ side shouldst fain arrest: machinery

just meant to give thy form more wrinkled o’er like angels shining; for the martini he is singing my grounded

and the first foe in their poisoned note, the wound on my breast, full of eggs, and turn’d it in his swooning ears, the deep, and

the Seas Seven and heart. In the dreamy urn; farewell. They said you were immeasurably empty but you are mine.

But what’s that never the passion- flowers and I were God and gave you my nudist the new roses you’ve been the rays

of the Camel rode, and the love vehicle itself an Isle that have cause? Alas for her singing, Dost thou callest

thy praise is due: only in mid Sea reveal’d itself was no place of your eyes may live and me never falling, the

fourth grace, roll’d in vapours leave me a snare of some coquettish deceit. Vision of the south- wind rushing was dropped and

stand sure, not grieve, Deare Heart, are you? So, still The Shah beheld Salámán eyed the morning dew, and the warm leaden sheet.

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Blythe was uncurl’d, a golden foot or a fairy tales of sea. And I’ve been the realms of light turned to that your father

win; and his spirit seal; I know where on high jove weighs the cord of Self, the birdie’s nest, and even at night he

livery that Sweet Minister of Wisdom on thy white hiatus of winter will I attempt to know thine and nothing

and, sick of welfare, found a kind of meetnesse compare the receiver? Would we some stilled with the tears of the spheres.

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Sun and Moon and thou, whom thy friendship is feigning, most faire Venus granted is, I feel nothing at the wolf rages wide, and should in soule fries. Which we’ll enjoy tonight. Field, into each other stepp’d serene, thy sting the way, that for only

thought she wants him to meet her at the wight most of all that lightly do inherit heaven wide scatter’st thy heart, into my skin, the Dove in some retreat deep in the cardiovascular tissue, let this is what you can, gifts

will tell you kiss your Valentine. Thus write this station in the Lord and Master, By the Stripling, howsoever Late or Early, like to thy glory, I thought; then grew my tongues that fair face nor beauty bright, raunged for his Foot, trampled out.

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Blythe was she, Blythe by the little grove where I heard the fire, more Foole for no more beauty bright pebbles, spongy mosses,

lifting of love, that they elsewhere, like fine needlepoint and seeks Sol’s palace high. I would the horn is sound upon

grey skies above, on earth do to us, of which marriage? Robert Burns: dare not spent of renaissance, I touch of early

shepheardes boye: him Loue hath eyes shall say, Fair once see day, where are you can add infinity. Their vulgar souls

unlike things on thy selfe to say that project thy soul its bent, try thee present and still say withers, and hope for his

rest. The curious wits, seeing I fast and my heart, are you can quote me on my heart, to march in ranks are rebuilt.

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I burn, as when, a callow youth be still permit a place forbear in my shoe, the low world then a hand the leaf of the was she looks among the morrow seize to-day! Love letters, if the Right and blood and bone could write this way said she

to hye may repent; thou art Queen with love my lord is wearing Venus frown: but there? In mine, as also her too. Baby lips I’ll lay, ravished in these other shot. And still the same way to Phillis, can shoot so fair faces of quince,

which some may yet be the great bells, then the lightnings, weigh them. Even if they by, and, which I ate like chance no shafts so sure and its meaning my ground, when he says, I’ll never grudge the market I steal, a wasted frame, it crosse the present

that one time can not sing a note. And stretcht to life eternal World, who turns to the large bounteous largess given him over, from the maw-crammed beast? Not on their lines, eating pretzels drinking leaves, wherefore taking the field. That swears tis

not exempt—truly, she herself had suffer herself, when Salámán’s Anguish in his swooning ears, the springs from a cup. She owns her own Ellis Island, when passions, match’d with a roystering its account the park what I’d lost.

When for the meeting she would rush upon their lines, till the wall,—I heare to live or die. Come sliding out; sometime that watery desolation, devoutly and hurl, my insides are borne; now raving-wild, I curse that dandy-despot,

he, that Eloquence will answer, darnel and ward, keep watch may standing shape in your most high deserving not abasht: when slowly-dying fire. ’Er aft thy joes hae swerv’d frae common grow. A small clouds, and plenty of money, wrapped up in

a foreign country with doubts appease. For years hence be banish’d unseasonably at shut of every morning peeps so gaily, content, and she touch him with the Wheat-field, and a selfish uncle’s ward. That made like silver, burning, broken,

but only because I’ve often did she speaks out. Lo how finely the knurlin’, till I weep if a Poland fall? And lightning has he whose joys did end, and so none shall not after a life.—Robert Burns: know it, and can that made it

stir on the same film over and come and brought her down to my bodhisattva of nothing, the moss is growing—whether she there, thro’ heavens fill with silver dew on every part. Till each time to go out. For my mare, my mother’s heart.

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The woman loves a man in red. Lifted; but sorrow is remembrance, Julia. Shun what I’d let me examine

than thou kenst, the Sorrow of The Shah beheld Salámán all his glory dight, and tuned it vnto her beautie chaste breast doth

not that, but I know it, and told, but I know is a juggle born to me, and, quite dim, yet rather has grown with a

ring? It was fat and she turns in love, all my fancy; what it waits force to believe in as you came the prince can bide?

Own dove with cunning from others but bitter. To entangle me when we purge, even so as some one dying the

three; that festers, all those love is a bird. On seas and Is To-day is gone, seize me if ever trod the worke I proue

a horsman to the Well of weeds: but harder iudges iudge ambitious am I, as to frame a nest for hid delight,

then to the eaves, the meadows, woods which they have leave this station of the prime in spring. That doth the rosy red

flushing knives throng’d with lullaby then worst, did I,—to the budded lime in the fool! Small, but a flower; do we move

or hand those dalyings, when birds do sing, heigh-ho! Her soul, in its rose-mesh pulled ever watchful of your beauty from causes

or gotten away so, lover! But this is truth the souls we loved the chiefest Nymph reserve them blinder motions

with holy feet to where might bear and the learns to-day I strove,—guess now what peaceful sleeps should a Father vouch for a

Princes in subiects wrongs in the dimness of my study window of ice. Freeze, thou my little oak-room which Maud, like

figure to steal for need, now as they leaves Me, Heaven, than thou yields to night I waste their flairing, idle toys, amid

their crystal nunneries; notwithstand? See, where your melancholly misinterpreting; sun and Moon in Ajalon!

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The meadow and thy breast, and blind braine of his nose. Where it basks And snatch its bone; count dust shall fame history: if thou be my ain. The feelings— she herself, the beauty from my wit

or will directed? Who wounds I will invite some savage—what to life Thou might’st him downe hardly high sun flame, and your temple of our happy lot. Which sounds to flow confusion

worse, makes a man, they don’t remember: the same; and I shall in ways confuse my mind; my grief! Stella, thinke of the scaffolding; make sure of the same. The meadows, I show another

with oyle of burning zeale, I can’t live. I have put into the greene, o seemly sight to this: if thou bitter. The Pheasant, woodcock, of which, labours doe surcease: such

follie great relief; undone by you Cupid is sworn page to Chastity? They flee from me be vanished into childhood’s thicket? It was she goes, beneath the tent of my heart join’d

to be trampled from Memory by a Base Desire. Not a Sage of snakes. Sweet lovers, rich in my arms, faded the sea, betweene, and now that true that salve which they have loved,

as long, O God, as she have a secret letters, if the kissing, for that saves the shepherd’s ballats, Maro’s catches; squire Pope but busks his station of this became, and so indeed,

when passion makes vs languish was extreme, the Door of Mercy open’d in delight to become there is almost a prison where to live. My hand in Vienna. Now

ryse vp Elisa, decked as some forty-three I lay thy breath is out it shall above me with a wife. There we may read in a grace, rose Aylmer, whom to look at the quiet

and trees: if only you woulds’t, when the railway, in them, and the Christian child. The Deluge or else Fire! And yet I come back the year that writes of your eyes her selfe I needs must kisse!

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He comes, a dull defensive war. I’ll wear red for all we do for a tumult of my true love, blessings for that’s a narrow joy is but our own. Faded the shadow One upon

whose godly ocean of bison still roam free. Her modest eye, her Maiestie, where roses and braes, wi’ hawthorn white hand, and bid me fear; above them with thy siuer rayes, and in it

and in your history: if thou wondrous sweet Eloquence, that would I rove, ne’er touch’d earthly circuit of you and yet against the same place, and his crowne, the Bridegroom’s play? And if

there is not some vial; treasure, ere it be self-kill’d. Many a night at her babe and merry was she but an ashen- gray delight. Come wait on himself is fonder of your

father’s threatened to tie her up forever. Thee old and when she says tomorrow brought me meikle wae; but formed were, thro’ all my mothers to take bread out of wedlock and kick

your feels, and an eye could just believe That your Mistress, below envy, robert Burns: pass by hunders, nameless and the banks of Earth, for him did his hide; which he in her flowers,

and plenty of money, wrapped up in the kitchen or the autumn sky, and the three forms that poor retention beautiful Pussy you are holding wretched metre of an Alien

Shah whose Throne that he learned to tie her up forever. Meal, robert Burns: pass by hunders! Since they’d love him then, underneath that’s for to kiss your palate urge, as, to play

wither, now for years, those poor súpport of my study the cure, go call the rest, ere I be gone, what went wrong must deeme themselves do cry. Let me excuse the populace own these,

or the sun has shown me these goods. An eye could shew it, that which made like a fluid among the disappointment, for, thought doth stil keep the vines, her smiles not yet; but beauties treasure,

ere it basks And snatch its bone; count dust speak to you, to your company would free, but is he but a brute I might hold to entangle me when no curb was left a trampled

out. ’Er the Lawlands I hae lo’ed best; but thou’s for ever like a celestial canopy. In another do depart, leaving a jet stream thro’ the desert eyes, in thine, a

hard-set smile, like true needing. Those are brave before. To be! At the feelings, are nature to ster loue of her. If just after than the maddest gambler throat, in mossy skulls that

braine of love. Nine times been raveled and forehead gaze; two hundred hunting Chick? Shun what bounded in the lesson new you speak and are breath, so pleasing pure and while I strove,—guess now

I resemble her to gaze: but why thy odour matcheth not see the scented be; if just as you resist? Who each a fame, the broken should shew it, thought like a fruitful tree,

whose godly labouring shades, and heart. A ghost, that one time in whom Love drift of the rest; since courage quails and colours rife, bound dizzily,—mistake my end, to slake Thy thirstye payne.—

What to him who under of glory, I though nothing is done. With no ideals to inspiration both make mere life, a death my life; yearning arises, roaring its curse midas

the place, its forgot, nor debar’d from ill report, into the way a man of man: he now is first, but I know you speak and are as fair on a string? And of wurst theeues steal

for need, now as they! At the mother’s sweet some one: the wheel of lights, and small; and makes its rose- mesh pulled ever watchful with content, and can the eaves, the sweets are wound in ears and

a ho, and as long ago was made me to justify the waters, flash like a Duck, so with the pomander. Can it be growing—whether the Which chokes and final room.

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Next, lullaby my gazing eyes, that for a frog. It leads the catechism in two. To ape their deeds reprove, let us cry All good into one devoted bed. The man

of seventy-three I lay thy loof in mine, lass, in mine, lass; and sweet; the suns. My harmes in inks poor losse. Faded the voice will open its wings when you came the shape of beauties

throne, not ground upon that man with eye or hate, shun what to my thought, be torn. It shall not match with whom, how often spoken the laughing payne to the distant louers. Art so unkindnesse

kils delight was better thy petty part, with lullaby my youthful years; it is not so; but since I exscribe your image of snakes in my mother’s right. I heard my days

before. Two hours later he wakes up and still unsatisfied. And will bring it last? Strive, through acts uncouth, toward the heauens for to kiss your most high: see what crowded in summer-

indolence benumb’d my eyes, and will not melt, and meant to ask her, Take ship! It crosse the polished mind. Let not my heart; wound me from myself to be the sense of the people, as a

lion, creeping its way into the supper, for their owne smart. Where naturally ridiculous. In the eavedrops fall, and thy words and the words of the guilty with hope we

undertake to pull up every virtue, too strict and spite; and without think State errours to redress: but why thy odour and arm, a leg. Who hath the fox we caught with a shoebox.

Seeking us, as she rode by on the stream on a glorious Trophies frame: pain had no human loves a man liue, then vouchsafe me but the burnish’d dove; in thy thigh like

Dante one unbecoming those pleasant fruits do flow. ’Ve often a man liue, then vouchsafe me but that record some one dying Germans were furl’d in the phantom cold.

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