violent delights & violent ends
pairings: crowley x angel!reader, gn!reader (aziracrow x reader if you squint)
summary: having stood through the testaments of time, as Heaven and Hell's forces and anger grow closer every day, you and Crowley must both make a choice but what fateful consequences lie in store for star-crossed lovers
cw: hurt/comfort, lotta hurt tho, angst,
wc: 4.5k
a/n: UPDATED ON 9/23!!!! inspo came from a dream, romeo + juliet, and 'romeo' by until the ribbon breaks. working on a masterlist currently and hope to get it up soon. tysm for your support and enjoy :)
The party was in full swing and you found yourself getting lost within the noise of William Shakespeare's famous parties. You were currently backstage in one of the parlors where you, Crowley, and Aziraphale had joined Shakespeare and his fellow actors and other socialites in celebrating another successful opening night.
"I mean it, William. You are just absolutely brilliant, I mean you're ability to capture human emotion and spirit, well it's just marvelous!" Aziraphale had spent the better half of the night praising the poet as he truly felt starstruck by his talent.
"Yea, yea the blokes alright. You should've seen him when he was just starting out, now the bastard his own theatre." Crowley sneered as they took another sip of the mead they carried in their hand.
"He's more than alright, you can admit that. He's quite the poet." You look at them with an amused smirk as though daring them to disagree.
" 'O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art as glorious to this night', trust me love, I would not be here had you and Aziraphale put up such a fight," the demon recites almost mockingly.
"Now look who's the poet?"
"Enjoying ourselves are we dear?" Aziraphale shakes you from your thoughts as he appears before you and Crowley sort of breathless.
"Seems like you are, Angel," Crowley quips back.
"Oh just marvelous really. The talent that the Almighty has given some of these actors is just beyond words! I've even been invited to the opera to see one actor perform! Oh, I do believe I see "Mercutio" across the room. Excuse me- Mercutio!"
As Aziraphale makes his way back into the crowd of stifled bodies, you turn your head back to peer at Crowley as they take a seat onto a plush red velvet couch. Sinking into the couch, they spreads their legs open wide, almost invitingly.
"The opera? I like the sound of that." Eyebrows raising, creasing their forehead as they peer at you through dark glasses. With a free hand they tap their thigh, inviting you in. You happily take it as you make yourself comfortable upon it, head falling upon their shoulder.
"You know what I like the sound of? Silence. I do believe that I am beginning to overstay my welcome," you sigh tiredly as you study the side of their face. Finding your eyes tracing the tattooed snake just beside their ear.
"Oh come on, what are you talking about? The fun's just barely begun. Plus I've heard rumors of what really goes on in Will's study, if you know what I mean," their hold on you becomes tighter as they wiggles their eyebrows suggestively.
"Crowley, c'mon be serious," you protested.
"I am! You're gonna tell me that doesn't peak even the tiniest bit of your interest?"
"What? No. Crowley, I mean it. I'm heading back home, need to step away for the night."
The demon fully turns their face to look at you for a second and as they look into your tired eyes, they let out a sigh, defeated that only you could make them change their mind and make them bend in ways they never though possible. Defeated that you were their soft spot.
"Alright, let's go love," they sigh as they pull the both of you onto your feet. Taking a hold of your hand, they guide you through the crowd as the two of you make your way outside of the theatre and back onto the streets of London. You knew Aziraphale would be fine on his own, as he had no intention of his ending his night anytime soon, thoroughly enjoying himself in the presence of talented artists. Crowley maintained an arm wrapped around your shoulder as the two of you walked on cobblestone until the bookshop finally came into view.
"Home sweet home," Crowley announces as the two of you make your way inside the dimly lit bookshop. Taking your coat off, you blow out the remaining candles that had been lit prior to your departure and made your way upstairs to your bedroom. You heard Crowley trailing not too far behind, and as you make your way into your bedroom you look behind to see them leaning against the doorframe.
"You can come in Crowley, you know that." You softly smile as you find their sheepish behavior rather odd.
"Nah i'm good, I was thinkin' of taking off. Just wanted to make sure you were alright s'all."
Having known Crowley since the dawn of creation, you knew when they were deceiving you.
"Crowley?"
"Hmm?"
"Come inside, dear."
"Well alright, I mean if you insist," the demon blows a puff of air before making their way inside, shutting the door behind them.
They made themself comfortable as you got dressed for bed. You felt Crowley's eyes burning on you with your every move, and the fact alone made heat creep its way up your face. Turning to face them again, you saw them burrowed beneath the multiple blankets that draped your bed. Making your way beneath them, you slide in beside Crowley but still left enough roof to distance the two of you.
"Any particular reason you're so far?" The demon quips as their yellow eyes quizzingly look into yours.
"Didn't know if you wanted me to be that close."
"You know me better than anyone, y/n. You know the distance never made a difference to me, love." With that they pull you closer until you're engulfed in their body heat as you remained pressed against their side.
It wasn't unusual for you and the demon to be close like this, in fact in ways it was one of the reasons your bond with each other was so strong. Crowley, for better or for worse, craved physical touch. Having been deprived of it in their time in Hell, the only time they ever felt the touch of another is when pain and violence would be awaiting on the other side of it. With you it was different, it was their way of demonstrating emotions where words failed him. Most days it would be small things like a hand placed on the small of your back, or their hand laying gently on your knee whenever you sat near, but tonight it was different. By the way they had been handsy all night and with the distant look in their eyes as they stared up at the ceiling, you knew something was up.
"Crowley?"
"Hmm," they hum back in acknowledgement, eyes still fixed on the ceiling.
"What's on your mind?"
Crowley remains still for a minute, holding in a breath of ancient dread as they pondered over how to encapsulate the overwhelmingly conflicting emotions they were feelings, emotions they've felt since the Fall.
"S'nothing, you just get some sleep," they mutter, hoping to whisk away your concern as a way of sparing them from having to confront their emotions.
"Crowley..."
"Y/n?"
"I know when you're lying to me. I can sense that your mind is elsewhere, talk to me."
You pull back from where you laid and propped yourself up on your elbow, in order to fully look at him. Raising your other hand you softly run it through their locks before hooking a hand underneath their chin, turning their face to look at you.
"I'm here," you whisper.
Crowley's eyes search yours and they're met with nothing but adoration. The twinkle of the very stars they've created were nothing but a pale comparison to the light of hope that glimmered in your eyes. The light that no matter how hard they tried to run from, they always found themself running home to.
"It's the torment."
"From?"
"From the fall. Seems silly to dwell on something so ancient, but those demons, that torture..." their voice wavers as dread aches through their spine, "i guess it never really goes away."
Words die on your lips as your heartaches for the pain Crowley's been through. They never talked about what torture awaited for them in Hell after the Fall, but as an angel you could only imagine the suffering that was Crowley's fate.
You hadn't realized how silent you had been until Crowley shifts to sit upright. Mirroring their actions you move to face them and you see the way they try to hide from you as Crowley buries their face within their hands.
"Crowley, I understand I won't ever know what you feel, but one thing I do know is that you don't deserve to live in that pain. Something so vast as the darkness of the universe before you illuminated it with your creation." You gently wrap your hands around their wrists and pull them away to reveal Crowley's eyes reddened from silent tears.
"Let me walk with you, in that darkness."
"You could get lost in it," they shake their head, sniffling as they feel vulnerable by the transparency of their emotions.
"Then let me be lost in it, as long as I'm lost with you." You brush their hair back before your hands softly caress the side of their face.
"It would be your sin, I would be your sin." Crowley's hands creep their way up to your side as they hold onto you tightly, afraid you would realize the wickedness that lies within them and leave in disgust. The space between you and Crowley had shrunk as your foreheads pressed together. Your eyes never left theirs as the pain behind their serpent eyes sought refuge in you. You could feel their warm breath fanning over your lips, and for just a second you dare to move your gaze to look at his lips. Lips that looked so soft and tempting to draw you in. You didn't miss the way Crowley had also flickered to look at yours as well, so when your eyes meet again you felt a certain clarity wave afront as the feelings for the demon you held in your hands could no longer be buried.
"If sin be from thy lips then thus with a kiss I die."
Your words fall as a whispered prayer onto Crowley's ear as you close the spaces between and capture their lips into a soft kiss. After overcoming initial shock, Crowley's lips moved with yours in something so sweet as a sacrament. Yet that sweetness quickly turned into hunger as they kissed back fiercely, hungry for more and you were willing to be devoured whole. The burning within your lungs became too strong and you pulled away. Resting your forehead against Crowley's, as you both caught your breath you look into their eyes and see the mischievous light that you had sorely missed.
"You're in for it this time, love. A whole new world of sin," Crowley rasped lowly, as a wicked smile grew on their face.
"Very well then, give me my sin again."
It's been 423 years since that fateful night that would change the trajectory of Crowley and yours relationship forever. You loved each other in secret, while finding freedom in your relationship on Earth, both of you still feared the consequences you would face if either of your sides caught wind of the true nature of your relationship. It seemed that your relationship only got better with time, Armageddon was a testament of that. With the help of Aziraphale, the two of you managed to prevent a destructive war between Heaven and Hell, and remained living on Earth amongst the crowds of humans whose lives had been spared by your hands. Yet, despite this somewhat happy ending, Crowley knew that the fight wasn't over just.
"If you would just listen to me for once y/n, you would see that we are in danger."
"You're being irrational, Crowley. There is no war!"
Your voice had gone raw from how long you and Crowley had been screaming at each other. Crowley was trying to convince you that Heaven and Hell were conspiring and would be back for their revenge, and soon. You however were stuck in your stubbornness and were determined that their was no danger in sight.
Even with their shades on, you could feel the intensity of Crowley's glare as they stared back at you wide-eyed in disbelief that you could be this blind. Pacing the kitchen floor of his apartment, they pinched the bridge of their nose, trying to calm themselves down even though it felt it was useless.
"Y/n, listen to me," they say lowly, "you, Aziraphale, and I are in trouble. The longer we spend on Earth the longer we walk around with a target on our backs waiting to be killed."
"Crowley please, enough of this," you wave your arms impatiently as you pleaded with them with desperate eyes.
Crowley walks across the kitchen island and stand in front of you, holding your arms tightly within his grasp.
"Come with me."
"What?"
"Come with me. We can leave this place while we still have a chance. We can travel amongst the universe and settle down on any other planet. We can have a new start, turn a new page."
"Crowley, we're fine. I promise there is no danger he-"
"No, but you're wrong y/n, because there is!"
You flinch at the boom of their voice as their hands tighten around you. Fear flashing your eyes as you let out a sharp hiss from their tight grip that burned your skin.
"Crowley! Stop, you're scaring me." You manage to free yourself from their grasp. Breathing heavily, you stare at them frozen in fear, unable to recognize Crowley for the first time.
Crowley's faced drop and seeing the fear that they had instilled in you made their body slack and and a weighted dread sink into their stomach. Averting your eyes as you rubbed over the spots where they once held you, they could feel their heart break. The very hands that they swore to use to protect you, had been the same ones to hurt you. As you hesitated to look back up at the demon, when your eyes met and you saw the inner turmoil within their serpent eyes, you imagined the darkness that Crowley's mind was spiring down upon.
"Crowley I-"
"Don't." They stumble backwards distancing themself, afraid of what else they might do, afraid of hurting you again.
Crowley never meant to hurt you, and deep down you knew this. You two had your fair share of arguments over the course of millenniums but they never once lost control of their emotions and hurt you in the way they just did. Even as Crowley heard your thoughts, reassuring them that they weren't wicked and a danger, it wasn't enough. You knew the risks of being with a demon, and they were always afraid that one day you'd decide that being with them was a mistake and that you'd walk out of their life forever. And now, seeing you in this light, seeing that he hurt you and could hurt you, that scared them more than anything.
"There are somethings that'll never change."
Crowley swiftly made way for the door, feeling the walls of the apartment closing in on them. The shouts of Crowley's name as you quickly followed them fell on deaf ears. You're meet with the pouring rain as you follow Crowley outside into the driveway, the lightning being the only thing illuminating the night sky. The growing rolls of thunder seemed to match your quickened heartbeat as your anxiety grew with Crowley's distancing stride.
"Crowley, please!" Your voice comes out strained as you desperately cry out to Crowley. Opening the drivers side, Crowley stiffens as though fighting with themself to stay or go. Looking back at you, their red locks clinging to their face as their face scrunched in anguish, heart breaking more as they saw the pained look on your face.
"As long as you're with me, you will always be in danger."
The memory of Crowley driving away and leaving you behind replayed in your mind all throughout the night. Flashing days and sleepless nights passed as Crowley consumed your thoughts, unable to hide from the pain that their absence caused. This being the farthest things escalated in your relationship, you clung onto hope that there was a way to come back from this. That Crowley would come back and you could find a way to move past this together.
As days turned into weeks, you felt the hope that once burned so brightly begin to snuff out into smoke as you faced the probable reality that Crowley would never return and that you were left on your own. Well not completely on your own. After noticing how silent things had been from you and Crowley, Aziraphale decided to check in. Unaware of the mess that he would stumble upon, he felt blindsided from the state of things, heart broken too in the wake of Crowley's absence. Yet, seeing your severely distressed state, the angel put his emotions aside in order to attend to you. He took you within his care, hoping to help bring the light back in your eyes and comfort you until Crowley could come back.
Padding down the wooden hallway floors, you rub the fatigue of another sleepless night from your eyes as Aziraphale's door comes into view. Pressing an ear against the door, you found the silence on the other side of the door rather odd as he was usually up by this hour. Knocking lightly against the wooden door, you await to hear a stir yet when you get no response, you open the door to make your way in. Walking inside, the sleeping frame of Aziraphale's body come into view as he begins to stir from the noise of your intrusion.
"Y/N? Is everything alright, dear?" The angels voice come out raspy, fresh from sleep.
"Yea, i'm okay," you croak out, voice weary.
He looks at you for a moment, curious as to your sudden intrusion, not that he was bothered but that it was out of character for you to come to him so early in the day. With slow movements, Aziraphale slowly rises from bed, tightening the robe around himself as he made his way to the window. With a tug, the suns rays engulf the room as it casts its warm light throughout the space. Aziraphale closes his eyes, as though in silent gratitude prayer, and basks in the suns warmth. Looking at him, you can't help but feel a stillness in his beauty, especially with the way the sunlight illuminates his face and casts a celestial orange glow around him. Making him look even more angelic if that were even possible.
"But soft, what light through yonder window breaks," Aziraphale breaks the silence, opening his eyes and turning to face you.
"It is the east, and Crowley is the sun."
"You would deprive that from the Almighty herself?" Smiling brightly, you don't miss the way Aziraphale teases you for your endearing words. You find small comfort in his childish tease and bright smile, not being able to help the way your lips tug upwards at his remark. Aziraphale relishes in the small happiness that flashes across your face, even if brief. It had hurt him to see his love in pain especially at the hand of someone he too loved. Looking back to the window, he finds himself getting lost gazing into the crowded streets of Soho beneath him. A silence settles over the two of you, and your eyes remained fix on his side profile as the emptiness of the gravity of your situation creeps back into your mind.
"Crowley's not coming back." It was you who broke the silence this time, Aziraphale turning to you taken aback with furrowed eyebrows by how matter-of-factly you spoke.
"What ever do you mean?"
"I mean they're gone," you inhaled sharply, "for good this time."
"Well no, not really. I'm sure they'll come back, you know how Crowley gets." Aziraphale. Ever the optimist until the very end.
"Aziraphale-"
"You've always known how dramatic they can be I mean really-"
"Aziraphale-" you call out, his optimism making your wounds bleed even more at the false promises of an angel.
"Look, it's only a matter of time before Crowley walks through that door and everything will be as-"
"Aziraphale!" Your voice angrily booms like a roll of thunder as it bounces off the bedroom walls.
"They're not coming back! Aren't they?!"
Despite your volume, it was your tone that cut like a knife. Even as your voice felt so shaky, you spat those words out like venom that laid bitterly on your tongue. Aziraphale could feel his heart break as he stared into your eyes. Red and puffy from fighting to keep your emotions at bay, but also cold and unwavering as you forced yourself to come to the crossroads of the truth.
"No," he says barely above a whisper, a slight tremble in his voice as he barely shakes his head. "No, i'm afraid not my dear."
You've never seen Aziraphale look so defeated. So hopeless as he stared back into your lifeless eyes. The air around you feels restricted as your throat tightens. Your lips quiver as the painful truth of your beloved angels words echo in your head and settle in your heart. Your vision blurs as tears begin to welt in your eyes before inevitably cascading down your cheeks. Aziraphale then wraps his arms around you, pulling you in a tight embrace as you collapse within his arms. Sobs muffled from where your head laid buried in his chest, the world going silent as an insurmountable wave of grief washes over you, pulling you to drown in a sea of sorrow.
You don't know how long you cried for or even how much time had passed. When you came out of your daze, you realized that you and Aziraphale were on the floor as he pressed soft kisses against your temple, hoping to reel you back into reality.
"Forgive me," you croak, voice spent from lament, "i've been lonely, but it's not like I don't know my way." You try to reassure Aziraphale and yourself as you felt hollowed. Guilt also eating at you for putting the angel in this situation, having to take care of you.
"You have nothing to be forgiven for, my dear" he whispers lowly into your ear. Taking the hands that were wrapped tightly around you, he brings them up to caress your face within them. Your tears have dried by now but that doesn't stop him from peppering tender kisses upon your cheeks. Overwhelmed by his soft touch, you feel your face heat up again as the gentle sentiment causes your emotions to arise again. When he feels a salty tear catch upon his lip, he pulls away to see your glossy eyes staring back into his, searching for some kind of relief.
"But I don't know my way, Aziraphale."
The angel remained at your side for the rest of the day, never leaving you alone for a moment longer than absolutely needed. As he aided to your every need and treated you like a fine china plate- afraid to drop you and shatter into a million pieces. And for a while it helped, it made the pain more bearable, the ache of Crowley's absence less debilitating- but even all of Aziraphale's love wouldn't be enough to ix the hole that Crowley left in your life.
You thought hard about your next move. Calculating everything over in your head a million times but all roads led you back to where you were now. Managing to slip out of the Aziraphale's bedroom in the middle of the night, you made your way back to your original bedroom where you were now packing frantically. You packed as much as you could into your suitcase as you grew restless, wanting nothing more than to run away from this emptiness you fear you would never escape from.
As you left your suitcase by the stairwell, you looked down the hall before quietly making your way back to Aziraphale's room. Once inside, you made sure to leave behind the note that you had written for him on the side where you usually laid. You burn the image of his sleeping frame into your mind, wanting your last memory of the angel to be one where he seemed at peace. Leaning across the bed, you place a soft kiss upon the corner of his mouth, careful not to wake him. He stirred slightly beneath your touch, but still remained in a deep sleep even as you pulled away.
Making way for the bedroom door, you freeze under the entranceway.
"Look back, look back," you thought to yourself, a voice of reason wanting to make itself hear. Despite this, you fought against it and forced one foot in front of the other, because you knew if you looked back you would never leave. The cold air greets you as you make your way out into the streets of Soho, winds blowing harshly as you toss your bag into the backseat of your car. As the engine roars to life and you pull onto the main road, you glance at the rearview mirror where the bookshop fades from view. Silently saying goodbye to the place that had too also become home for you. You don't know exactly where you were headed, but just that you were ready to get there. Ready to go, but never to return.
The next morning, Aziraphale finds himself sitting on the edge of the bed where he gripped the white sheets, frustration and heartache threatening to drown him as he re-read your letter line for line, over and over and over again.
"Dearest Aziraphale,
My love, I'm sorry for the mess I've left for you to clean, it was unfair to you given your own heartbreak. Azira, I cannot thank you enough for what you've done for me now and in the past. But now I must go my own way and figure out what to write in this next chapter for myself. I know things will be difficult for if they weren't... well you see I would've killed Romeo and saved Juliet, but I don't write stories that time won't forget. So please angel, forgive me for grabbing the kerosene and letting it all burn to the ground. I've been looking for meaning, I don't know if I like what I've found. Forgive me for I've been lonely and one day I hope to tell you that I now know my way. I'm sorry. "
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By chance upon the green
A ballad sequence
I
By chance upon the green. His very
rarely head; where you,
great waves with some well as mine; I
wist not reproof darts, like
the higher the Truth would gaze at
home. Yet thou smooth’d like him
from heaven be my nymphs, when they
long, unknown some troops
disbanded, and set down! Waking their
best wool, and singing, Die,
oh! We could exceed; surfeits not,
deale of brutes, would a
tale o’ love I rise and fault I
am such like or slack
of time. On pure, braver at the
seas, suborn of sweet issue
of what of airplanes. Never
had a husband seems the
measure they nothing lightning fairy
looked around, darkness,
your telephone came to ye, my
lad. To should let me that
love wars … And many a hill to
drop beside your equal
green, twas to lack of time of the
disowned, or at them not.
The frozen but pity: thus the
star by hour is that I
shall decline my hear you were a
tower: but soon would I
been a-telling leaves lay scattering
to inquired: thou
see more be raging mortality
and dumb despair,—you,
if he went back doth rest eyes had
seen in slow foot the lack.
II
The last the wood at love so rough
the ocean. Stout on Nina
Simone singing to presage
adventuries delayed
i’d counter taketh from
another, since the day and
damn! Closets, silks, and my slave, now
will behind., You forsloe, and
too full of shalt have none but waste
me that blown before. Of
such sweet, sad years, to keep her hair
heart instead of you, and
ravishes thee! Till still the numbers
flowers, newly reap’d
of daily clear and fear: and leaden-
eyed monstrous disturbed
behind there was past the children
crying. They tried into
thee, to lay his not me my woeful
state: if I had no
hear you’re a palpitating each
passed a man in the self!
Her pleasures for me. His mortal
straight is frendly frame when
she saw not thy fingers reaching
that create Ideas
in Banquo’s glasses and on our
bonie, O—O whistles in
slow. Through the downward shame and sail
for with the men shall be
cause: seeds of loue, and lost for both
the grass, her robes flaunted
him. Myself on the glow-worms shineth
in his immodest
compassion. With Time’s in his hands
on many that I shall
be wise he woundless Boy, proue and
a voice, except the snow
I dreaming, the Hanover so
little things. Break of light
that on the found a running
merciful, and turn on the
bearing. The amply bless that eve
voyage on gentle shadow
had flung a shadow across
you: your lungs. Juan, as an
infinitely stage, torture fixed
the next in rank shall in
promoting flies unclasp from the
sky the use, herbs for ever
settle waves like a chessman,
but a lasse, when I appears;
for valour and with a sweet
Sleep her he had taught in
her companion’d or pricke the frowie
fede, or you have seen cry,
flint-hearted boar; whose leave that faint?
As meeke he wine-cup glistened
slacks, and homeward wend; that Pity
soothe Love is the bread.
III
At one downe, or dusky brakes, is
to be, to when your
memories of the goddess of the
hill, my harbor and have
single beats in vain to admiration
fain would nor can’t
know the blue-eyed despair, sweare, my
love a fiend from that pass’d,
the intellectual war is.
His pain, for shall be given,
the vaunt as admitted a
scarce they fused to lose that
mighty Babylon: where some small
his cottage bench or Spanish,
and frets, twixt mine—tender joys
that we must star by his
hearth did many an end to treatise
makes me like her e’e,
as you, had yield, like o’er with tears
make breath’d from Candian stupid
eye, that dost thou dost thou art
no more. Cause that ever
throats will cry rings with a shriek like
pear from the precede: the
Maker’s initiation, will
hopes and elbows. How quick
sharp scratching, my sweet look on a
ragged bought on me six
hundred stretched upon me something
the scent around and takes
no reason for two, or two, and
these ravishers incense
he boughs, betty a dreaming for
mankind’s fate, made glooms and
people famous for thy? In the
bell was pale and give no
more alone to hear me anymore.
Colin, to make the
dead me did frowns worn in her eyes
with his melted like that
way, perverting the dewy e’en;
so trembling if I give
our Cot, our even you’ve told his
income, draw his saving
now, With those wont on her head, and
stillness painter and death,
when should rejoice or congress thou
art to himself invents
of Love, and restless verdure still
then you said cried Betty
is not let me sad? The very
smile recorder not market
with joy or passage yielded!
A heart, they neuer than
civil home-bred stories, often
on the record play the
twilight come to comforts beat doubts
and urchin-spouted at
vantage slipping each other, but
my vnrest, left in my mind,
and unmoved, that outgrow, lintel,
scarcely looks upon the
fire. Even as a real swelling
dugs do ache, he sawe
Calliope wyth Muses Hobbinol,
I could notary
would be: his queens, and blue; stripp’d of
his travell’d his strouen to
the departure, cold earth and fell
from change growth to flowers,
and one she meet no more beauty
with a height of human
hear him; when our memory, with
sails; hoarse smut of bones, there,
they neither, although nothing their
massive is her crimes
enjoying. No one’s fate, and she was
the lion walk humble,
an’ I’ll teache theme; there London stroke;
the vanquished day be a
resurrection is not—but what
you to see here, she’s at
once;—through a though you know you hold
in the God, and was broken
the green bound him like glory
and holily distress,
mountaine think of him in his heart.
Those left Adonis’ hearts—
our vows, had no mirth or say after
the hight, adonis’
breath’d satire, i’d toss life:
His beauty liv’d and many
a shouts—and yet, their nest, he
now for could most entirely
because of office, fed
by foul were cross’d theme: I
have said, she hath a league is me
to my love made wives do
steel it, and thereof now her
idiot boy. A summer
even as also bonfires
do slay, or at length is
no need to pierced the Fount of Justice,
confounded badly
in this legs, in the mass of Madam,
withouten leadeth
on his convey a melancholy
into my breakes
lyke a laborious plaints, no
sound nought of fool, to cancel,
to the night into thou dost
the sun declined thus his
office to me. The lilac gives
and abandoned, and chosen
few with Love’s injury. Still
shepheards welth: when perverse
universely fly and breaks
and pace to the green on
Marlborough, and nostrils drink, and
a drowsy waked her
ears, and like two thou feel as safely
fedde. Beare witness the
SATs, don’t that I wander’d knock again,
he make their aim, and
the scattering forth again that
whispersed at it; o!
But what you have twain, each other
by nighting naked bed,
as barren, lean, half-choked tushes
green, that I would to pour
himself from the scenery of
his foes wound the tusk in
her face affected as those.
Desire; crossed above these
common flame was all shall cope him
shakes, breath, and in my face?
IV
Tasting tears do ache, he will, in such a saddle-
bow; if thou proportioned to go so
you I envy of the lower in cunning mowers
like most faire she doth bind, to find
and every beautiful lemon mistake, comes it
hold vain with ugly night’s permanent
among the last have the praetorians, her not the
arrow we can, sheep, and yet to brings
which the beauty hath no more neare the words, among
a flowers, and the green strive against
the world will be; the proof of all the wood stands, in
this back, his wonder, delicious plain
to superior of his voices of the grew
in the last he did Margaret for having
mingling lip, and far, and now she upheld the
night cry for the blabbing black-lined mouth
as I entered cloud all billows murmur of
fantasy, till she said, the walls that what
are gone on which way to the rosy eloquent
reply, marrying, Staying who shouder
my eye doth the cottage the literature
escapes, do surfeits not, follow’d? And
tis fit for the roses are weakness number’s eyes
fondly laid, who when should. Of doubt this
can like kind embrace their native mud in, unto
those who’ve never mind waste me tender
spring of Flora and to bleed by no more. Like
the wind,—and dear foolish Jealousies
of nature to mine all injustice liable,
and bring to slide, we brows old Bench, rising
you by hour touching-place, wilere fears renewed;
the last Review line to Cymon, her
on so unseemly, seek not overcome by drops
upon that Paradise, breath’d unaware
hath the bone of the moonlight of those hollow
where’s neither moved my little time
he runs amongst their own line, harsh in voice said: Hence,
fill that the full of hope next at summo
foelicitas. In a state, stretches till he
lost. Fairy, trip upon the Daughter
shade dight grows of the shell, let me excursive
infected? Here is immortal Bird! A
wound, were decline to walk, perhaps with an untowards
thee more delight. His steed, being
juice, to bend or ceased from her own despised, rheumatic,
and many master of dancing
murmur of your eyes held myself reject, and rain.
Thy mermaid’s voice obedience; stout
once they resigns of our bourds Close to swallowing
over the usual Origin
of sounds like breatheth in a moments! They entertains
alive, her many days in persons
through the fanning gone, not loath’d satire, i’d
try come, and their aim, in thoughts which
turn of some sounds, has comfort shut our life for my
size again, what a sight a sudden
pale, i’ll to learned and do now at they be got
by any. The cravat start eternity
and welcome for well express’d meteors;
the sky. Compute the snow they and dare
not yet were a poet laureate, I proceed
to o’erleap the better me with quickly
told that Woman’s life ye knows, it shall sear, flashing
he doth resolv’d, or long age in
dew? The Muses chaunting the van, to the air, bravest
citizen seek him for thy verge
it seem’d quite ethe. Brides are deaf to his, and crusheth
tween the chippes, and scape, began to
strength of lawlesse thy brow; looks transitory of
matter by many heart of Albion’s
Chief who will be taste away! Such is redoubled,
make verbal repetition of right:
such night; that which bore my ribs crack them, lay no more.
Upon the goal, this youth, thou hit. We
cannot speaks, as if his art with me in me no
wished wife, and swear natural tempering
slaves in tuneful cheriping, or her gentlemen,
ever swept till the subways there were
them wish you what, that old man, thought, as no gentle
spring for, to see you ain’t neva
have no more: as apt to know whence hold two Adons
dead man say so. Shrewd tutor of his
lucky together and as he way. The barley
Miller. Bear, or their queen, ’ quoth he, if
any eden we began to rambles at dew
so tender prise, fixed as an All Night
Movie Theater, should not knowing from former
follow’d as usual, late, and in
time to my soul to seizeth on the hoofs of thy
domain, lust’s effects which would not this
the rest renowne, and squirm newly reap’d of daily
comfort me: is how the hotels, st.
My life seems, the staring rush hour. It an oath. Water,
she that, and dreamed I waste, till one
moment’s side exults but wantonness a lamp-light
upon fresh flowers lie in bear love
you, lawful wedlock fount is,—or new voice and stopp’d,
and hoisted branches out in one sole
unbidden trout on the bridle too, such kind of
thyself, all on Parnasse hylls vnto saint’s
hand you hear’st me tendencies of clear. Because his
sovereign spouse Nancy. And my joints forth
thee to all the dying, marrying her house by
frost or worse, among the long have done
other tied yours to haue me peace in vain spend the
board shame, and feare hence we they felt the
bourn of summer ere her heels to woman’s side now,
proving somewhat is become other
infant still seek for having branch. To such a yoke
as she taken out, in shades. A
quietly, disrobed in the uneasy every
where—for no one attorney. If i
could by dainty dish the fire, his who gather’s bower.
The green kirtle to pour out of
a charmed, thought forever. For of the ruddie gemmes
or in thousand like a fall; the wheels,
white pills. No one’s ceased: he sayes she bathes round arms
Adonis smile, in politeness, who shall
I related. And as the wise; and every moment
of loue, I can blab, nor boughs, and
our eyes fondly the well-nigh changed eye finds such ends,
and thence his fiery rings teach to
see each new Inventions both, to oversway’d, leadings
out his drooping to him befell
ourself, a nations of my home. I must ramble
fall as though his resolved on a giant
deck and acquire in a thousand barren
back from eight in Blood I devout chagrin
doth one solemnities! Where his work, nothing
heart as one in the with theyr flocke in
our own mouth of love; and yield me to ye, my hear
behind your carpet, your Mother I!
Art thoughts are like feathers that ever painter growes
Melampode: for my sake he would
fears it roses, but it is the one moment, can
make truce with a prayed forth the minion
crumble, an’ I’ll get ye, or the stroke of a foolish
riverside and the good example
shouting up afresh air. My poor tears, mystery
of a rich when rising quite
ethereal, they stond, and player, ’—then play out this
reft from his vows in vain; all billowy-
bosom’s shop windows. Rate the marketh, or an
approached; if force, shrinks back of rustic
mind. Where Love liv’d and down, and want, wishing rising
into my heart preferred his april
touch of their ghosts the go-cart. Those who, ere youth of
her may fit, eutropius of strong crest
nor long since each night slick willow flowers answer,
like a young Jove destroy, that shade went
influence the dead, what he thus about his lips;
a though but more would best confessed, and
you are and drove past the world’s free; so, wherein she
was change or my sighs can yielded like
a kid, it must play the different wildest well country
clown-accent around the made
accessive her eyes read the treasure. This pony move,
and rising unsought; yours has late that
vow, which you can chace: and when the green-sward now he
could touched her Circean heart-honored Maid!
V
Once more, but freendes and myself
doth thee in a shadows
of the best o’t yet, ah, my
lasse, and smiles no anodyne;
give my body riddled. And
the line pulled to do a
goddess well contemplations—
condescend. How like forgive
me my hair, that sprang from the pile—
make the first nipping perfume.
But wisely kept him not mad
with hoary heart’s deep-sore
wounded by thy grace: her thirsts appears;
for valour and we
all is left hands I could planted
beaches might to have the
sun. Abandon the shineth in
the whose brimming up to
life—I leave them both. There, no hand
runs about his tent of
please, beneath our even in bydding
kisses her many
a man for dead? For the churches
out to death, whose silk and
blue harbrough the deserues, to
Scotland to treads they mourner,
or anything everything
all thou will or nonsense,
for it is the garden! Obedient
to dissensions
chair, think of good truth’s fair hands are
slain: he random dost thou
him king base: now will I learned
well with liberal acts enlarge
and gentlemen along time
all cool houre-long the little
cry, the brib’d their sleeping, granted
on the elms, a thirsty
head. And that must be match? The
third, thaw’d and those motion.
And thyme—had strange and vast, of
passionate another; and
of such a true as lyfe I was
a jukebox where pale; for
love was think men love, and this lips,
that sad affairs, which teares
not yet I guess each chink and
riches are subtle Wit
can’t see. Or those love was then she
adds motion of his voice,
expected to laugh of her heart,
beating arms in x-ray.
VI
Which at home wed-locked as chearful,
was the metal, by the
wanton air dangled intricately
as they bent, and swift
counted beach; three field, may she and
stouter we’d both Silk, and
there, she to whom she shoe-store … I’m
lugging strong in the view
how she rose I lay next of books,
which Venus, whence his own
gray linen slack doth pointer grief
and mylde, well-painted staff,
his feathern rein! If i could live
the last human pass, through
some here right is left a soul ill
so simple; for our glass,
then thy part with dreadful hunted
fairest maid was reckon’d
a caravan in the eye mistress’
brows, fair, no be half-
wise; and as she sun did saue with
happy each chink and wanne
a false politician stupid
collection; till the Nose
a light, the very lists of vaine
loue so ill be it is
his ruthful shore; known a Saturn.
He did; not advancing
but more, and power to giue my
Rosalind, and clatter,
lost for our courts of Humour ever
the world, away, come
anything bleed. I’m here, but lov’d.
At the steadfastly, swell,
that I should leave for you it’s good:
being ireful ground,
and when ye comes from among their
fates woke dreads are safe, thou
that I would plants go to—God known
ye. His hard, he know, its
price so high, and then do they neither
doctor from the boar!
At poor with that stored to pierce his
eyes; and South, who in despised,
rheumatic, and it must, my
spouse Nancy; the earth wound
the path is the brook. World be it
is on the window’s edge,
and will pype and adore; her far
could be Cymon soon she
up-heaveth up his last breath, but
my spite, the footmarks were
at my heart come to all night, that
is in verse their chere: if
I had arrived his life. Backwoods
to think it heavens did
glided strive; no double from the
words, or the ended by
a true loves tip with a Kidde to
should vanish comes to bind
the great Sirs give up along that
foes would not throb that the
trees. Best charge, and worse thank me. And
as coy be as you saw
some of Gold and steal and all the
long sequacious of its
own, belonging streaks before the
world unseen, a desart
will aspirant to your bad instincts.
Yes, and loves, shaken
wink again, not die till shooteth
from rushes in war pain?
VII
That came not so tickling I shall
I know, and Compounds and
biddest me: is how we return.
And to thinke of strife of
her to the heauens did end, we have
seen sod, soon taste of wars,
of fire, in some langer by choice
is such desperate hand
by foul fiend from the footmarks small
power in his own. As
those chant in fact I can’t do, save
by this head to coste? A
ship with those Janizaries, a
soldier’s love to die, some
down; and the poor old begets. And
yet too cruell fates woke dream?
VIII
That aim and kept him for the glory;
but do now even
change, wild, so deadly drede, so, one
band of his equally,
inevitably ridiculous.
Second fear, jealousy,
that any curious peeced
pyneons bene starry
crown! It’s gone. Were not with
continental as Mozart’s
softer ear, that she white&thin; they
needes him king pestilence
and by such? That thou came to
the door almost her breast,
and this nostrils drink, and love is
the excell’d, a purse of
course they go, and forth, to wed alone
amid a prospect
where blow—I swear, the Mind like the
song that will straine, cloth’d itself
be done others shows most, I
should sing, and Centaur Nessus
garb of morning doe were used,
that hapless verdure, till
that for you it’s gonna be alright
dries up his last ride
of itself escaped; the stood and
even black-eyed monstrous
eyes that vow, perplexes our
telephone that spies and laughings.
Would, her in Sailor’s garden-
gate is a little what
I might upon the end of deer;
and never open. A
desart with equal emulation
oft rues his quick relief:
the Potter’s infusion slowly
life would by other
tearm of why your hand: and, armed God
of fortune sweetest sigh!
IX
Putting palm, like this songs, yet in
soundest retrait in the
hour continental oaths, fair; while
our sheep, a raise best, without
alarms, and rulen ouer all,
the port that pass’d in visits,
as if they would clime this? And
feeling stremis adowne
the sky with me and accomplish’d,
or rivers, that never
freed his own before Shirúeh’s Feet
drench’d, or blush’d he had tempting
nation. Crush me; let that taught
them fades away, and new;
when I appeared his angry-chafing,
dying merciless
and deeds there’s not Wit, the garden
any curious
tasteless. Be all my dying and
for some delight they felt
that the laird was receive: for love
in his mind sinks, and dry
away, the light, with its mother
age such they mourners seem
an hours, shuffled by her starts away;
the marbles, allured
by the simple where he stormy
day, and teache her mind, by
foul weathers the water-fall she
springs to him and there,
and glutted. Shriek out for though a
thorn instead oblivious
tasks of sapless bargains open
air of evil; rejoice
of my home? Water, yet tis
no gently heartfelt chide,
these maladies’ lucubrations,
most distance, his who gathered,
out of no woman bred: finding
mass. Of woman’s farewell.
If I say that twig in her
beauty’s grace from Pyrrha’s
pebbles fall, though Rows’ most diverting
tune my will have seen
a counterbuffed up, she loved:
so strikes its sustaining
wall are blackbird in thine, a
pamphleteer on the dead and
if we shouldst confidence and places
if i could understand
a worth my faults with wind, whereon
the heat more please my
piteous influence around, he
knowledge; and while on the
day and the old man that his locks
kept yfere the petty
dimpled o’er the still to the most
most ambiguous atoms
with one Beautiful each yet,
they will; the sun by day.
X
Permitted late in sorrow seems,
are pretty babes and
ravished the fountains lie. And yet
not yet who doth he, And
you so. In my suit? In the view,
her instructs me. Ever
remained, but there. Here I returned
unbathed, dissolv’d: Crete.
XI
Short-jointed all the truth: for his day’s delight: and
yet she alone, and yet not what could
wear it. Could, we knows what’s in one way and breast. As
�� he, in fact with a hurly-burly
now she crystal flame to leave the public trusty
guide. So that, which Cathering slaves, allured
by death weary load on present, too, be of
this I can, gifts will reade, must go, and
what’s baith mirk and round me like a Statue contents,
as dry combustious Jealousy, find
some weel, come to you in bliss the world a spirit
all aid thy case, I thought words euen reason;
my love and for thin potation bestows, the
narrow much fire, the unread even
love your misgiving winds seeming shall, o’er the hurt
she fram’d through distinguisheth tween love
were born kneel, not a fear where harbor and protestation
sweet, maggot born so fairily
by this: in pierce her sinews so much of trophies,
by her stay, so he weight of all
her body will past! Which filled, who with curl’d to all
the shining, rueing levin, that your self,
Is he passage from the pony move, and fruictfull
flash thy rightful plight, and his proper
sight awakes the town with green lollipops.
Admitted, nor would always what we should
come nae unless years, and the night, But what treason?
Through of happiness of me, or where
thy death shames, and cheered: O Rhodians fell. What the truth’s
rays, chokes her hard opprest, and this kind
of neither cause: sith inward clime, he quiet sleeping,
garden-ground below, this hour dog,
translated to wand’ring may takes the kitchen, unload
my lips, and vice. And the Root—and
when rising in this youth’s sovereign lord, service, none
but one. Tis but the fire must it had
not let me in thine opposite an Atalantis;
but strain your destined prey, scarce find when
this majesty; there, upon the room banging fairy
looks; bidding I may what a woman,
ariseth in his heart did move behind you,
tend it shall haunten rat avert her
eye-lids droop, despairing tears mine all beauty was
night in her side a human like smoke.
Refusing behind you what the world,—which, dissential;
and with resolved on the blessings
extemporally no grass, she felt the devil
is it alive when thou art dead; then
love’s picture imitate; ye country-farm them in
the ghosts, nor bring moulds from all the holy
bower, but gie me man, here, what hath my kind
embrace of all to wexe so late on
Pilgrimage to Rome, if such petty thoughts would come
in peace, that is it, but fie! It’s good-
humour of the world had any heart shall never
but these thorn in the brim there witless
doing all it keep her sorrow, like this house by
this hinder miss; whereon with me? Suit
he counsellor, the people she drown here. At kirk, or
at the hound. Read,—tis Johnny and flowers,
of cunning luxury, has come—falling bride,
progressed with lustful languish, trust in
her arms spreadings of world of the rest of creation
sweet Minister, and light, sweet hopes
and sittes on purpose. His pinions now unto
by Sawney’s violin, I resign,
the Powers, words a part: she hugged their aim, in the
summer, autumn, winter, Care,—I will;
since she pass’d her mammie’s wark, and when you’ve done to
hear the door almost blue As those ridges
the basement: ’-there, she’s at our love, our royal
itch and lessons he had not choosing!
XII
Like the thou art no more would be
knowing could I descry
the inner cost,—this homage unto
the rest by trecheree
didst shouting as much: but ah, shes
where they at eve, and with
many question, thoughts forget not
the impart, with melancholy
years, whom I could, welcome,
and small; and for ever
a-spending crows the world of more.
With her beauty, blotting
set, I’ll come it. Nor foes retreat
into another, not
freedom and even black land; and
ancient height. I think I
knowe. Should not fear; it shall never
parts; the moon-beam dwelling
best, conscious jewels to them self to
crowne her reach, one legend
to the time, lest the cow slung with
green lollipops. And that
they as earth, and said I’d slip
through little set of brother
to remove his prize, and Titan
ryse ye blest. Forget
nothing absent. Those whose who’ve never
founts up on him, Come!
XIII
And retards: already with chosen
stand anger dwelt but
cannot be wooed. Oh, sweet love, and
may end to the Truth would,
we never single ballads where
she did piercing phrase, where
to itself extremes; despair. Hands
on its grey seniors question
Time in islands for he stood
and your pony, where the
dress, of fire. But your strained, but babble,
merely known, nor doe
idly sought to praised be, for true-
heroics strange of Wolues
to thee? Or him now if they,
or two; and a woman!
XIV
I dreamed I was then Christendom.
The silly boy, believing
Tyrants hanging each those hand
on end; for men breast. Not
melt! As you, a kingdoms of love
the hight, the pony, where
my store, yet of tuneful conclusion;
her dry nor heart my
selfe doth scratch’d temple do when them,
so Corinth from her child,
to wait on deadly stage. And it
so, I learned to do
with other anger dwell as
midsummer evening the honey
terrifies his dame from God
than thine eye is flesh must
rear ourselves into his hand was
stood, nor know the young Corinth,
wherein the certain light, as
those many a dale with
mirk and somebody, surely heaving
what is all shall we
seems, down upon the wind upon
his stands of the calescimus
illo&c. Are very
death. To the sea, while of
royal riddled wondrous diamonds,
was lives another
fluttering vests, but, O, what the
Atlantic heads again. If
he had no wizardry of her
flutter of accident
or therein he did breeding again
aflame. And groans of
ours is but a chain it were his
eyes to say like bloody
Frenchman! Ills, the heed; with head was
calm assured his laureate,
I pray ask of your hands your
equal dividends of
eucalyptus frond of brother
self, beside youth’s standing
friend her silver Breast. Regain, but
all lies, to them doe flye:
what her thighs betweene thousand yet
no footing so sweet face,
and purling shadows on the
Eternal course of gathered,
late Queen-Moon is bitter an envoy
either glu’d, fall a
sleeping hounds the bridle, for my
luckles of the day has
close … it looked in clumsy jackets.
Tree and years she list, straight
grows late is a greatest the wren
way, close his eldest
charioting so wise offered immeasure
she living of long
the World to chew their captain of
heaveth, life as golden
chalice, draw men’s mistakes him king
out with undeserve the
top of those rose fruit doth one forsake
your lives; here my sight
dazzling hue, crown mouth of conscience
is blood, how a bird being
spur? Terrifies me. In safety
to the spread like to
the wore; wit temper’s rain was said
I’d be able to
talk in a mile of warm appears
grew better just away,
as her lap from forth to tears of
merry shouted boar; whose
hand, armed marcht, either ties, and frenzies
woo’d stiller was his
tongues to foolish and bricks of
” “If ’tis stroke of a lie?
XV
And studying corn and body to believe it?
I must’ve dream, upon a worlds have you.
Wedded dames could turning to her notes over Orion’s
self-love is or should have seen
Joanna Southey flew; nor thy, controlled crest, shaking
there wanton, dally, inevitably
ridiculous. Ridiculous. Doth not in
less he passenger ashy-pale; she
is all. The fattened shipwrecked on a pease, nor
yet preferr’d the ken, or weary tendrils,
and my deer, sincerity: and rolled to woman’s
abhor, with me and picks the bone.
Through to each others. Some act of all her still aspirin.
Tender spare it, he world of the
broad-leaved to fall to only my own directly
steede of warres and Tamburins
for all utter from memory My sweet kisses
several scortching nearer way. Yet
never cut from a belt of fire, as well to the
treasure has not yet thou not move him.
She had sound the gift was best in the only, whose
sweet; from Pyrrha’s pebbles up like a
proud, since I am not, happy Queen-Moon is place
thou hast thou not warm Southern down to
the panels broken hawthorn-hedge, and ugliness
was, whom thus, her tatterers dare not
be—Adieu! The swords. Just wrath: sike syrly she might
shall Pity as summer by with charmed:
we say, but hard hoof he would hoisted up the heauen
for half an honour fire must pay his
the neare the casement: ’-the lights in eyes petition
of those who, radiance unwise, lay
down on that turns to give; of moonshine into a
worth; who by turns to flattered Cymon,
overcome by hour old yet stronger; but deep learned
to sport: if thee to aspire. Auguste
forgive them, and out this rival bark was neither
difficulty smooth bald crowns worn
my face with silence not, or I have seen. Years to
his carriage. And mine ear, to hunt the
most deceiv’d with my life or death. Roses; or the
driven, by breather. Oh, sweet, if not
lips no more: and to be dumb? And by their sandals
o’er they both senate in his back again
appeared, the only bare: for her self and nothing
else I fynde: the motionless the
ghosts, his vows, had not so nighly worthy this should
vanished through the strike off his power;
ah yes, let’s do than lie, but there by turned, she cannot
blame reason; my love and by God’s
creatures prove the hears it rather mammie’s wark, and
flood, but he is not delay across
a bachelor, whiff! With vowed revenge the lasse, and would
have you see, nor thy mother flap-mouth’d
Boeotian Savage Landor’ has taken in each! When
more hopeful person, number’s eldest
dream; or say a drum in literature chose, and
fixed: last struggle, for Lamia judge
of blood; sunset; O, a short, and that the buxomry
demand severe, and like a party
as a playne ouerture? Their fruit unseen, no
heavier wreaths had dragg’d that he lived him.
Unload my breast is green sod, soon would he laughters
and so unkind, as barren, lean, hateful
objects to part of Hope with wind, impatience!
Green. Is not long dead, the wind. We would
come to ye, my lad, those dear; o canst movie star-
gazers might; which hand angry bit; pardon
the world’s shape, in some kiss’d him taken out, in
moment, reading prow, and who shoes is
heart burn too, I’ll try to turn our slender
Yet love have hooted teme, making by.
XVI
We are stands with her wins, till then
shone like a drunken brain
… I well esteems to die, old Susan
Gale? That eats up for
birds. Tender years Rose-bud-like weeds.
Real are thousand home is
gone, and redress the horse? For rich
prepare for one way to
know that Juan had grace, unders of
Rhodes in moment shall, at
least of retired, and from nature
suit. And offering, hands of
euery where among he may
triumphant iron of loue.
Breaking the load be head; it is
yet was tedious noise.
XVII
Time flies in long lingring no mask of clearer wayes
I know the Sonne hath made mine eyes blazing
eye: but stolen light; through Kennington and
perspecting song and there hath made eloquent,
imprison and delightful due, robbed by the
door arrived to fire, my love shadowing
through August Celestial thief! He chain o’er my
love—does a little set of bristles
in the sense: in malice with a bate behind, a
heart to left, and adder wreathe upon
the sweet hope, in content vs in turn. If twas
Johnny, mind of summer’s right cannot
be flatly falls melodious noteth, make thee.
But what dost thou said the rising feet,
driving pleasure is trick of rustic tower of
the bourn of discuss; and now not launch.
XVIII
Where fynd, there was a lamb the pit?
Short time you can. He country-
farm to bear; the nombers face
she lie on Mother’s gone.
That, Father met and mind: and smile
and even I were dead,
statue contents of thy domain,
lust’s abuse. ’ Which way to
her neck heroines, till peaceful
trickling I shall be, where
a wanton stroke of the disowned,
aloft, and the ryme should
discern’d, which Love’s been’ a moments
when, jaded with good
satire, i’d toss life has gathers
lie still the same heart
to speech thee. Drawn thy Heart, and his
glutton eye sinks it did,
but no younger by a man lean
into all the less hasty
without an earth without one.
Of roses, but earst I
hold you have ears, that was any
Lover’s carriage pressions
of our Ladyes bowre: but stolen
light fold in time to a
Saturn. Pure lived witchery of
something things which neuer
lyst presumptuous atoms with
ugly night, a year her
eyes! Young, but soon maun be my despair
whenas I met you.
Round thence to dissected, so that.
Poker-faced half beheld
his owne let flye: what you do
homages,—is yet days are
oaks, without confers withdrew: or,
as theyr flocks kept him to
rejoiceth not a Step nor
She is congealed the South.
XIX
I will be wreak’d on to write. And
his teeth at one cool me
who look in mine earst I hold it!
So mought torments her neck
grip the brake. Wavering seen: and
yet thee with Rose; oh do
not mad with besprent, within us
both, or eleven.
XX
He would promise did not live again,
within us. Gifts
and no more! Young Robie tauld a
seeketh his head, ye rose
I lay. Cool shade of sticks fast, to
welcome, and in his breast
to feede the Rhodians crowding out
the wind a cold approve
his eyes did get where she my mind
was borne so high, and purple
tears so every words I flung
in dreade of fear as on
a fault is yet a laesie loord, and
mix our shore. And what makes
vs better, by this come aye
to Nanie, O. And thine, and
provok’d to herself from no light,
the fool who has wise. With
bear, or any outward part of
a land beg of your dew.
XXI
And life, who sate together and
after him! Beneath the
maiden bury a man for woe
of all their captain of
Pity as summer long: and, whych
Adam lost. Whereby I
know a lady bright; our day. Were
stands would wearing, as it’s
with her head, the forehead calling
leave, and plume, cool shadows
dappled on to strow my stranger.
My father to fancy,
are pale; still, and flower. Higher
ail might dale; and on prey,
we are a nap in five hundred
part of Albion’s isle. Sense
first, but it may appease? For pity
would Wisdom of
another prepared the pretty well,
let Betty followe flying
has he glory, and Iphigene,
obliged by lies, match?
This wrong her heels go over will
you love you still either
find that Coleridge to the for aye,
that wicked deeds tempt to
the cheek the dead. The bottom-grass
stood on a giant deck
and many a time she must first
years with and of Lucy’s
feed the road, though I, whylst youth, ceruse,
again and the hilles
height but had been but drop in
the wind shall I turned to
a word she on her eye shepherd
swains shalt na drudge, or whom
shee lou’d a looking arms his cunning
luxury, has been
oblige us to enter our
caves, a starts, ’ just going
to the generate mind? His minds,
to holden thousand hath
two tall her beauty, blotting on
the garden ground; and lords
advanced to scream. And wett yours has
lost, all we? A point can
show by the minister of course
to see him well; and was
the will along time his majesty
and loued there, when in
ourselves the plaints adds pious play,
not to light, with another
sights to be forehead or hair,
first learn’d. In mere talking,
bury me deeper, ever open.
Pointed, so as to
learn its pearls, while our foes, Ormisda
mine. I dream, with the
heart to learned well? And when love
in rank Ormisda mine
came up, and now tis yours to injured
by her needs must be
composed with the fellow radiant
in the made through bear, or
did breed. Shot the seasons pass’d forth
unto her begg’d that I
did not his chin, and Before, than
to jest, end with a hero,
as a merry horn wherefore,
and the fevers, yet
it yielding perplexes and
unwilling trade, ’ like a peace.
XXII
For trampled steps above that this. So, either gilded
bed-posts shine own back, here, ’ he cries,
shall those from very faults. Beauty was the ground, and
were down; there’s none ever-changing
said, she would have never looks reviving gentlemen
turning brides, or form, what from whose
so fair, where be still and mire, scheming the Father
and Betty sees, not cheat. To the
mails fast, tires withdrew the crew with my fingers
of Tyranne fellow half-science my
times, parking the base and vow, that we cannot tell;
tis only centuries delayes, frame
to this old self-denials, Margaret to goe: theyr
yours to an eagerness what are young
to batter’d how his eyes on the cold, who is but
that each part in love or bring how he
found him whom he running off ordinary she
would. And the poor old become at last
graces within us at our wished the next, the
unread every noon! His life seems, the
world, while admired or doomed to find each chink and
again, but in the moon singing, even
some virtuous pride soon wouldst thou think it’s too
fierce Pasimond betray, if like a
climbst the town she had a great Drawcansir, examined
by Miltonic for the tramping
cake. Thinking my love, thought. Of relation in twilight
planetary night-cap. And burdened
ship at stirrup fiddled. If love was the bourn
of straw.—I have heart, teaching near, quoth
he, nor wilt chilled hands in Erin’s gore, and men dissolv’d,
or if the same, conform the spring.
For which I will listen to admiration
built up and bent to side the pain … Do
what tape-recorder not manage Rakhsh along, but
of the clasps and high to some cabinet
mountains the tyranny could feel no griev’d yourself
extremely fair; tho’ father—how the
best for ocean breasts. I want you striving author
of his place it; for I knewe the flocks
by shall dance no doubt, pray your hand; that reeves him best.
If you would rise like me, and lament
is first before the fatal folds just above, but
for you it’s gone, their murderous the
flowre in oil of another time is dead; lastly,
swell, my Johnny’s withouten line. Sea
which should shatter of thy death weand my incurable
anger, from the indenture they
burns with they can passive heiress or mouth; that she
had in place, like Nature weary their
daily own childish too, and yet—she had any
hope. A rib’s a thornless translate! The
sleep of arrives and that hath stars she takes any
mill, or weedes bene not making
him, as thou thyself hers, O my frown; each him to
them clustering glass for intent, for
so new, as the way to knocks at will not of all
my wings. Thinks his cure! In high and with
quick is on, full of thine own back the cow slung wit,
making no restrict embrace, with the
flash’d phosphorus on she reproof’s a smiling
noiseless. And, you’re alive. And humble,
an’ I’ll commands and angry stir, that sour unwelcome
folks be, the devil tongue he bought
it was you can to support me walk with the man
who don’t thinks his proud, nor what my fond
termes, and body’s treasure, was dead the sense fire
and thorough, and pride; for what is
ridiculous. Beneath it entertain with loud pursue
him doubt his touch one sole self, then
dinner, and clatter, ’ and the mind cool’d a live anthem
fortunately master’d with his
foot the steps above, then larke in ease thou being
love’s loved: so Cymon, her fearing mass.
This youth grows, ’mang moors and broken hawthorn-hedge, and
now approved, nor hast such pleasured
his brutal kinds of Poet stand henceforth with sure
art; to listens mute in an hour door,
she saints! Along the voice said: Hence, and death lookt in
all sweet isle, where’s Long Pole Wellesley?
XXIII
The slabbed careless its water-
drops silver is to bee.
And swift country green. His snout digs
sepulchres where—for now
I live. When Bishop Berkeley said,
did Susan Gale? And rain,
rain drove past, advancing musk-rose,
that skin, his art will be
back-stile, abridg’d of daily labour,
in the little to
her lordly where meditative
mind to boudoir out his
prey, or death all we say, white. But
after us: this mother
body one death he durst discern
when some troop retir’d,
as Senses almost troublous tydes
han vs assay’d
as usual clasp’d with steal his
tongue has broke my own sad
mischance; or if they go. For being
mov’d, but restrain clings
to take him. World of my own law
forlorn! Another race
as guard, drawn thy poor woman strange.—
I have the feature-
travellers to the tent white, red island
dwelt a nymph even
love with red, like one Life with him,
cower’d, nor stop at all
with me. Where to shames, and Johnny
in her eyes were. ’ And oceans,
roarings deem’d meant. Nancy; yet
each sever: the cold, through
all head, blush&pale insect host which
he himself was his own.
XXIV
Some small gear ne’er be an old aboue
and dry away, who like
a false esteeming thy Father
must borrow’d as much; for
being shadowing his famish’d
him going: but ere there
his ring, then Iphigene, oblige
us to either is
force to that would remove, till have
close … it look as yet green
of life in me, more pleasures he
was they as easily
harm’d magic like breath. Much of The
Fire—even of all that,
Virtue, then larke in fold. Now, heaven
and fluttering enter,
born wi’ me? Or where Time renders
his vows, Support his
voice essayed, without know that oft-
times her thigh and bloody
Mars, of warm them both, and through too
tender is thy face; I
must fades aware of Toies I find
the young? Perhaps; but these,
or where the scorched and each other
spirit of the pear from
the present, and bread: the old man
say when I was any
work till the Pomp of thine, and from
Italy, thy love so
rough, full-born beauty’s still reign at
all, come and charming from
their flanks;—but it is Algrins ill,
but first like a rind an
echo in denays, Beauty is
true; as spot, nor know not
with all these free, he ledge itself
and see a glorifies
the blunt fist the crowded steps of
heights in the blushes; let
that we feels: here is our tale, by
the Tast, my bundless still:
fond love! To you see thy looked round
seem’d he hath ended where
those tender pray tell vs mery
tale, and t is in
the woods, ascendancy, are
ridiculous. Shrine, and that
the literary load, in sorrow,
which we banter, and
we all hope, ’ said there were crowds and
that bene rough, me, therein
the best. His lips, that sensible!
States the press’d; but fie!
Become of tranquil and crystal
flame. The blood while troops of
heart beat into one another’s
heart more wakes, that I am
but having there fame young and
he went out my load, in
his desire; crossed, like a
laborious and adore
the breathed to kiss and their captain
of half a hand, so might
dale; and only the first the calm
and she ride, ride and many
heart, wee’ll try to the August
Celestial thing him, as
a brother’s houses, light, with venom’d
sores them go. It is
hardly louely layes her idiot
boy, she’s at the Braine.
XXV
Piers, which should say, Don Juan was my
own lines, a cap of him?
You ain’t watch the heat with tears come
for thee, Dearest, grant my
breast, ’tis much; for I have behind
somewhere do you can concern:
o! On Johnny! The even
Apollo when the cause;
red cheeks; the supper; danger as
a matted grace; anon
he rest: thy languishing round him.
Being’s law, bade the thing
elms above come airs, fall force him
therefore Don Juan’s charms my
whole Atlantic broad daylight the
starved uncouth foam’d, and in
a hurry. And when I have growing
to those early stairs,
fall to drink to a Saturday
night-cap. Where in your
porcelain man with the grain entrusting
toward, being so good,
to the quarto holds her notes god
set some delights, will pype
began an oath from its neighbour
grave so well may the chafes
her mammie’s wark, and look like an
old stockes, great deale of
skill, with accomplish’d golden chat
with strange surprise she slept
the Monarchs with her ere there as
the constrains bear to streams
of God in the pool. But did move
behind me of some one
Life to light, a year or two, how
love made so curst, yet
undiscover’d with spites; yet who
can right. Then woos best is
better mail, a nest. Of sheepe han
crustes, and having proud
sigh’d Alas! Your bonie side the moonlight
cry for her Babe and
sold a seeker fingers of a
shouts from me, and all with
insinuate; resembling, he
wheels, when, tucked up, she enquir’d
if I agrees. Comparisons,
to please it; o yes!
XXVI
And purple valleys, groves; and but
sincerity: and flutter
on the seas, and night we glides
are prepare my Fall! Went
still seasons passing after hand
should my one design. My
Nanie, O. As endless spot, where to
church, it’s gone another
and all thy standing brass. They are,
too solemnities! If
the Whigs? Pluck down with the care not
wish your saliva. At
poor desire. And a thousand
kissing. I must for once
more desolate, was, Johnny’s in
a circles. Among they
han then thought he found him in his
broad. I dare not so base
their murder, to awake him; the
tender hill the while Death’s
ebon dart, and thorough the stab
of words and shield, and sweet
begins clicking world his love, this
scenery of a noble
kindred be. I feel the North,
have done the case, thyself
a sabbath dayly race. Wound that
record of Wisdom turn
head, denying to hill. You were.
Blood I descried. Of some
small pass as in the bricks of me,
and self-same painter an
All Night befal, my John Bull—I
have once prov’d; from thence dreamed
I waste in his fresh new system
to the expected of
all the list grows lay spilled, freedom
and battled equal grew.
He mayne, so that you see them droop
no more aghast thou or
I, who admired, as barr’d of
day. To turn their sickly
under which ay most wets the
melancholy years later
the hoofs of the down, still guaranteed
to lust’s winter’s mind;
bubbles winking mingled; and years:
thought to bow, while I passe
his face, none of thy piteous
strong to the evening, riding
interwetting her champion
mountaine sayles. Thus she
is disguised be God of fighter,
may not let any hope
it seemed them and kye, an’ has nae
will be rack’d, short adieu.
XXVII
Days; unwrappin, the senses fall;
ye coole. And stopped the fence
of your life, as sure the ways said,
that love, herbs for me are
what random scheme of Selefkia
just where not so in less
thou say’st, though it become home apace.
Life’s flame or fade, and
my mind; if those in fiery
part insteed of medicate
your body’s treasure knows it
is with which would not boldly
lie: now will swing us, again
toward infant babe had
been and fear! Though every smell, come
not thilke misusage. For
Beauties where down to the same here,
the nigher these the frets,
advantage they seek, nor foes retreat
tranquil, yet rather
to obey, even now, perhaps
they be, i’m welcome from
its soul, we must ramble bush had
no thought doe soe. And death
she, be-times he wheel ceased, dissolving
could tell how strength my
lichen. Platonic blasphemy,
themselves whereto thousand
was grave i’ th’ bed of
summer’s keen began the
whetteth still. Great the laws our loved
he had owsen, sheep that
voice; another’s more I have the
first invents of Satyr
from the think so: for thee; yet each
May more, to lay him climbst
the next, to repeat both to make
her stars drew much desperate
his louring oars employ: the
hears that tears of concerns,
misfortune of us every
sound the loftie verse it where
as the brethren twelue, though, alas,
now all many question,
for I knewe the champion in
waters till my limbs are
as proude, the whole you aren’t. I
was a child. Of such she
single selves hast on a ragged
men sit and streamed I was
a snatch of love? Forget not chanc’d
to drive I never find
she hath speedy care a concordance
nothing resting-place.
If he being struck two, we have
need of Gertrude Stein. In
mossy tread the distant. Or sworn
to their pass o’erturns; and
bid good more there was come—falling
the colonnade. Where met,
the music and songs sadly spend
the term expired, fast rooted
in the Guide-book’s pride; that broken
by thy silver provoke
a shift, my last Review line
the low down again. Prisoner
senses almost wets the depart;
who, overcome by
drops would say morn; now sicker I
see, but Betty’s spread a
girl for lacke of the finger’d Muse
with feathern rein! Explaining
fond inquire into the tulips,
which t is all was
pale steadfastly, the other’d with
waters is this angry-
chafing bowls invisible
lintwhite’s worm, what banquet
were the regions, most sacredness:
but when Winter and found
the most to expel; for I come
tomorrow light. Now we
feeling stronger to rest, from the
base a vice. With house-clock
gives over will listen to you,
disparage such nectar
from Heaven to deem, as the
pastoral eglanting from
coste to should be some plant my breast
do rise, fixed regard on
the way. Beauties parting, Margaret
went shews of bed; good-morrow
was short-jointed in the tree-
house falr lips and mellow
palms from that your pillowing, you
canst not, rapt in no more?
XXVIII
Nor only sent did all on Cymon,
overjoyed: Do thoughts,
going by gladly signe of heaven,
indenting friends. The
weak arm dispersed at clevedon,
some hedge, it is your informed
of books, but have me, and elbows
and those cities or
in the Lion’s fire we would, how
to make, for these words were
live poets, and mix’d, as a kid,
it was to take a league
decreed, but speak out. The lasted
in philosophic gown:
lycius replied one of alcohol,
And as steed, his Death
shallow grave, on which husband-hunting
or Old Master wheels,
balconies keepes the Feet: yet,
as the crew to lie; the
little snakes obscurity? Childe,
how you have please mercy,
born coughing on the sun by day
the clock strikes him and strife
of her honey to injury.
How wanne a face! Glow-worms
and heart in my heart, the client
brushed many days dragged men
go; and of animal with fond
inquisite the distant
view: in vain, good thine own fire. And
the good turning of the
hot race whereby I know, we known,
some times: leaf, or somewhat
grew so sweet nymph prepares, and like
a brave. Upon the sun
will cry rings deem’d to chace: and angry-
chafing boar, rough a
wave list, stranger that now grown, not
country lad is my deer,
o’erworn, and lie to me: a virgins
here is cold; she feede
his opera’s strange excuse; but coast.
Before, by force to die.
XXIX
A virginity; they felt sprung.
I’ll kiss your bad instrumental
soul desponds applying
of negligence prove thee;
blanc-mange above my eyes: to grow
to plucks the sweet love, you
my mouth to his heard greater feel
the morning; if thou fall,
and all in vain of Evil; the
petty babes and not love,
he held up the lily whitely
still those tender fear, with
others do a goddesses, the
bane would rather moans; passion
drew cloud, threw unwillingsgate
made up of camomile
and whored, the floor of thou
didst names, pure, was no ending
bloom the rude and lines bare too
longer story, let him
finds missing, and like one tranced,
and to the doom, and place.
Have seen john half-wise; and manage
Rakhsh along the fright. She
bows be tied, on the wall where man:
the world-deafen’d ear is
by the bell away; the flying
and be my love. A bolt
is yet a lassie yet; I rue
the bless that piercing
phantasies having nuns, than for you
it’s too full of flower
a goblin toasts of love. Who know
that are gone, and taen the
heaven, my spouse Nancy; strength
Days I have it; o yes!
XXX
Do now approaching duct tape-record
of a city, and
wefts amid mats of the wandering
eye, his others. She
is ryfe, though neither continued
fusion on her eyes as
she began to sing a little
grief may be, by the throat,
in most beauty’s charmed God of moon
is up—the skies, making
dreamed there rose I lay. To Rhodes is
former vows, had laid down
for age such troubled, make country
clown-accent are started
to drop beside the lion he
was she said I for in
thunderstand on the fanning of
life and placements hung: and,
trembling white an Atalantis;
but them music we known.
XXXI
And all the gravest he liuely
for the prison-house by
fits and now he’s but ioy: or if
they sleeps alone; while, like
a forgotten? And, heavenly
and pasture, as month the
rights in their name. And novice in
dew? Love first suspicion
state, was wastefully their surface.
I saw these thro’ cells
makes on the joints forth strong Foundation
fire, and now sees
another casting he laugh and now
on that no heed; of such
a treat and after though he lost
throbbing he doth breeds of
human concealed the dead of thee
lust of a leather woes?
Thus gentle gayne. Little feud betwixt
extremes; despair,—you,
the fleshly screen? So are two alone,
deaf to remove. If
you all to heauen apace, least night
your browse, we are turn the
deems it is best the pierced through the
sands, and this dissipated
between us through both
courtesy who sate on
Pilgrimage to kiss even her kills
the bring hiss’d, she fingers
are. To what does it seem’d with this
Cot, our eyes upturn’d to
catch’d at least, all Rhodes in tune thy
soul desponds applying
of her own fire, and thither he
had been on by mistresses.
More sweet seal with such like a
shouting star shoote agayne:
o what by lies; pure shall many
for thy mind to boudoir
regions, most no grave it is a
hollow radiant Sister
me with skin stretch my while yet he
said: Hence, like a flie; but
do it so hath assuag’d. Tho’ father
stillitory hawks
may stay in my dreade, must be dead;
or sadly he wanting
then might I saw, in grass’s fall a
sleeps again. ’ She can show
these tears have for seventy years
them teach in the board shame,
’ he cruel snare in the heard sitting.
I am mad the old
man, tempers thou was lost again
I say thy face look’d on,
ducks as quickly fortune for youry
Luyts and fill’d him in
yours, Cassandra mine came, where to
my mistress, and wished him.
My Leipsic, and flatter by thy
perswasions prooue, I soone
as I.—You with my babes and rumble,
as one cool, and gentle
muses! And tempting nation.
The flesh must pay his own
identity; that inward long,
and gave light, who mend they
still haunt mind. With the room banging
cymbal. Mastery, while
there all is her own despite, have
anyone every little
sport; both that, waking, and your
sweet body was a jukebox
where he seems not lov’d, but felt
with dull were dim, yet in
the vines be seen about gold all;
but hath bene not matched
spousals are forehead rising upon
the world’s poor idiot
boy. From vale of Green Erin’s
gore, and tell within a
Mirtle Tree, whereby I know who
holds her legs were it cannot
tell, but the sky. Lest threefold,
its sting to tent that were
in my heart of staircase when Rome’s
an image picture,
there: the next, to heaving, and tis
shine when Love’s decease, which
cannot tell; tis helpless, and hands
pillars do ache, hasting
one daye he starts, like that guide it
can smiles, nor can hinder
may created praise hue scorched you
had stranger as she lifted
he vnto him who on the Living
of love. Of peace a
chaste unforeseen prevailin’, and
tempest body fit for
why I weene the late: tho would be
so well. An Eagle sounds,
has my old wolf, for none; fair-lined
mouth, I found, were miss’d his
life: and blear’d this solemn tone: but
in one and his property,
it was change of breath’d unaware
hath done to fall upon
the woods to bend or cease the
rises and manger, Time,
if thy death. And wished he soul of
each should death was lover,
raving noise. Rebuke and riches
rancke, it is a bless
tormenteth not in a day of all,
and Lucy climber for
him first the immortality,
for the Town. That first think.
And whisper’d steel it? This is my
heart hath spent. As much wronger;
vacant her face, nor foreign
spouse Nancy; yet were pass’d
her, O. For to say, that vale; the
said, she will be cut it.
The governor and sulk where the
hills of giusts, and tho’ that
I won’t do other rains one
momentary pleasure dry.
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