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elskanellis · 1 year
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Little Exercise
Elizabeth Bishop for Thomas Edwards Wanning Think of the storm roaming the sky uneasily like a dog looking for a place to sleep in, listen to it growling. Think how they must look now, the mangrove keys lying out there unresponsive to the lightning in dark, coarse-fibred families, where occasionally a heron may undo his head, shake up his feathers, make an uncertain comment when the surrounding water shines. Think of the boulevard and the little palm trees all stuck in rows, suddenly revealed as fistfuls of limp fish-skeletons. It is raining there. The boulevard and its broken sidewalks with weeds in every crack are relieved to be wet, the sea to be freshened. Now the storm goes away in a series of small, badly lit battle-scenes, each in "Another part of the field." Think of someone sleeping in the bottom of a row-boat tied to a mangrove root or the pile of a bridge; think of him as uninjured, barely disturbed.
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instruth · 8 months
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TIIMELY VOICE OF NATURE
the timely voice of nature
sails alongside a cruising breeze
in rhythmic pattering of morning rain
smiling faces of the golden sunflowers
captivating colors of the rainbow
with the fragrance of roses
gentle is the touch from the wool of lambs
the feel of life from the warmth of the sun
the humming birds and the buzzing bees
the elegance of the wings of butterflies
a trickling sound of water over stones
crackling fire on a cold winters night
the birth of life at the break of dawn
a taste of fresh honey from the hives
a stirring of the heart by the baby's cry
the laughter of innocent children at play
a still calmness kissing a hush hush wind
a golden silence echoing the voice of God
©Johnny J P Lee
03 September 2023
A Syntax Poem (3 stanzas, 6 steps)
Photos Credit J. P. Lee
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i-eat-deodorant · 4 months
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poem?? 🫣
[WIP ASKS]
Legends said that the beginning of the end–
–started with a sacrifice. 
(There were many. But he only needed one.)
 
A martyr clad in tattered hope, chains draped around their sunken arms 
like regalia of the disgraced; if he had any voice to scream 
he would laugh at the irony, that mortal and god 
were bound by the same simple steel, one that time 
could not erode. 
They went like all the others: kneeled against the executioner’s block 
in the reverse of prayer, final breaths balled tight.
The forty-second sacrifice
today in a years-long campaign. An insignificant tick 
on the pages of a census. 
Sacrificial beast; take heed. 
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A fallen god. A pointed blade. A final choice. 
“You have supplanted me,” he said, resignation a bitter sting to his words. Have I taught you sufficiently? 
They extend a hand out, palm up, empty. You taught me better. 
hey look pavi attempts a poem and it sounds pretentious as hell
ultimately my goal with it is a couple things: to narrate lamb's story in TOWW's perspective, and TOWW's story in lamb's perspective, where both come together at the end. the abrupt stops between the stanzas are intentional to emulate (kinda?) a beheading. serrated and stitched together.
i have no clue what i'm doing. it's been so long since i wrote poems. help.
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orangerosebush · 1 year
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aesop revised by archy
by Don Marquis
a wolf met a spring lamb drinking at a stream and said to her you are the lamb that muddied this stream all last year so that i could not get a clean fresh drink i am resolved that this outrage shall not be enacted again this season i am going to kill you just a minute said the lamb i was not born last year so it could not have been i the wolf then pulled a number of other arguments as to why the lamb should die but in each case the lamb pretty innocent that she was easily proved herself guiltless well well said the wolf enough of that argument you are right and i am wrong but i am going to eat you anyhow because i am hungry stop exclamation point cried a human voice and a man came over the slope of the ravine vile lupine marauder you shall not kill that beautiful and innocent lamb for i shall save her exit the wolf left upper exit snarling poor little lamb continued our human hero sweet tender little thing it is well that i appeared just when i did it makes my blood boil to think of the fright to which you have been subjected in another moment i would have been too late come home with me and the lamb frolicked about her new found friend gambolling as to the sound of a wordsworthian tabor and leaping for joy as if propelled by a stanza from william blake these vile and bloody wolves went on our hero in honest indignation they must be cleared out of the country the meads must be made safe for sheepocracy and so jollying her along with the usual human hokum he led her to his home and the son of a gun did not even blush when they passed the mint bed gently he cut her throat all the while inveigling against the inhuman wolf and tenderly he cooked her and lovingly he sauced her and meltingly he ate her and piously he said a grace thanking his gods for their bountiful gifts to him and after dinner he sat with his pipe before the fire meditating on the brutality of wolves and the injustice of the universe which allows them to harry poor innocent lambs and wondering if he had not better write to the paper for as he said for god s sake can t something be done about it
Inspired by Aesop's fable, The Lamb and the Wolf
A Wolf pursued a Lamb, which fled for refuge to a certain Temple. The Wolf called out to him and said, "The Priest will slay you in sacrifice, if he should catch you." To which the Lamb replied, "It would be better for me to be sacrificed in the Temple than to be eaten by you."
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Ok, for someone who’s just getting into Byron’s poetry and reading Don Juan, what suggestions would you have for shorter poems to read by him? Bonus points if they have some weird historical context
Thanks so much for asking, hope you enjoy Don Juan!! I’m far from an expert on his poems (I’m more into his letters) but here are some short ones I enjoy:
“Lines Written Beneath An Elm In The Churchyard” About Byron’s famous childhood writing spot, a gravestone in a Harrow cemetery (which is still there to be seen today)
“Darkness” This was written in 1816, the year without a summer, and it reflects the apocalyptic atmosphere experienced at that time.
“Remember Thee!” After their breakup, Caroline Lamb went into Byron’s house and wrote “remember me” on the leaf of a book, so he wrote this annoyed little poem below it.
“Fare thee well” emotionally manipulative (in my opinion) poem to his wife after their separation.
Any of his poems to Thyrza, written upon the death of Byron’s ex-lover John Edleston.
“On this day I complete my thirty-sixth year”, written shortly before his death, a melancholy look on aging especially considering he didn’t live much longer.
“Stanzas to Augusta (though the day of my destiny’s over)” The context is quite annoying because not only is this a love poem to his half sister, it’s also shady towards his wife and paints him as a victim. And yet it’s such a lovely poem and a fascinating window into these complicated relationships
“Epistle to Mr Murray (my dear mr Murray you’re in a damned hurry)” This letter-as-a-poem perfectly encapsulates the hilarious and slightly unhinged Byron of 1818-1819. Most books and websites only include the first half because the second gets kinda risqué, but the full can be found here (tw misogynistic language and outdated ideas about Islam).
Also the famous love poems (“made of athens, ere we part,” “she walks in beauty,” “when we two parted”) are worth checking out.
If you’re interested in reading his letters, and there’s some great resources for that:
the website of the late Peter Cochran, while focused on transcribing Hobhouse’s excruciatingly long diary, has loads of Byron-specific letter collections and essays: https://petercochran.wordpress.com
Archive of letters and other contemporary documents I don’t know who manages it but every once in a while the server goes down and I panic. I would especially recommend the letters between Augusta and Lady Byron which are hard to find elsewhere: https://lordbyron.org
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Okay so I'm working on a different thing that had me thinking about my fics and music, and a fully formed music video idea sprung into my head when I thought about Rabbit Heart (Raise it Up) and my ghostbur series 'midas'. so now, here. you don't have to have read midas to enjoy this but it probably helps. basic context is that reader lost all three lives and is a ghost now;
The looking glass, so shiny and new How quickly the glamour fades I start spinning, slipping out of time Was that the wrong pill to take? (Raise it up)
The entire first stanza is Reader before they lose their final life, the initial joy with the others after winning L'Manberg's independence, the Reader seeming lost and uncomfortable and lashing out at Q during the election arc, which causes them to lose their final life.
You made a deal, and now it seems you have to offer up But will it ever be enough? (Raise it up, raise it up) It's not enough (Raise it up, raise it up)
The Reader waking up outside of L'Manberg and realising that 1. they're dead, 2. that their pride got them killed, and 3. with the last line there they see that Schlatt & Q won the election.
Here I am, a rabbit hearted girl Frozen in the headlights It seems I've made the final sacrifice
As the Reader walks through the streets they're horrified to see how things are changing, how their friends are being treated, but are too afraid to reveal themselves to anyone. As these scenes all take place at night they're all heavily saturated in blue, but the reader's touch as they run their hands across walls, fences, everythying, it stains a bright, vivid gold.
We raise it up, this offering We raise it up
The visuals turns fluid and colour rich as we see the Reader painting gold across the town, but we never see exactly what they're writing/drawing.
This is a gift, it comes with a price Who is the lamb and who is the knife? Midas is king and he holds me so tight And turns me to gold in the sunlight
The Reader turns sharply to look over their shoulder, as if caught, but we transition to another scene entirely where they're looking at L'Manberg. We see their expression turn horrified and they start running desperately, camera following them with a wide shot so we see the detonation of L'Manberg at 'who is the lamb and who is the knife?'. We cut to the Reader in the tunnel, expression distraught, sunlight filtering in from the crater at the end of the tunnel. We cut to a wide shot of the Reader on the far left of the screen, and Philza sitting with his back against the wall on the far right, sunlight filtering in bright from Phil's side. Seperating them and taking up most of the screen is the words 'I was always fighting for it's soldiers' in large, shining, gold letters.
I look around, but I can't find you (raise it up) If only I could see your face (raise it up) Instead of rushing towards the skyline (raise it up)
The Reader reconnects with their old friends, but searches for Wilbur, seeing echoes of moments they shared in places that are now stained gold. It's clear they're happy to reconnect but distracted all the while, hoping, searching.
I wish that I could just be brave
A hand takes the Reader's, staining them blue the way their touch stains gold.
I must become a lion hearted girl Ready for a fight
We see shock on the Reader's face; they're positioned directly in the sunlight, and so the reverse shot that reveals Ghostbur has him illuminated in gold by the sunset, smiling so warmly at them.
Before I make the final sacrifice
The Reader reaches out and touches Ghostbur's cheek and he leans into the touch; when their hand moves, because of how rich the light of the sunset is, it simply appears as a glittery kind of highlight.
We raise it up, this offering We raise it up
We cut to a wide shot of this moment, as if to give the couple their privacy, slowly rotating around them, showing them to be standing over the rubble of L'Manberg, both bathed in the gold of the sunlight while the rubble beneath them glints occasionally with old, gold stains. Both are full of joy, both taking this moment to be close and to finally reconnect.
This is a gift, it comes with a price Who is the lamb and who is the knife? Midas is king and he holds me so tight And turns me to gold in the sunlight
Absolute joy. Montage of building their house in the woods. Friend (the lamb) has a special place just for him in their house, and weapons (the knife) are used only for decoration. We get domestic closeness and romantic moments for the last two stanzas.
Raise it up, raise it up Raise it up, raise it up
The next four shots are all taken in the kitchen, the camera is in the same place for all as it cuts through each shot. The first is a conversation with Phil that is clearly very warm and chill. The second is phil and techno, again mostly chill. The third is with Tommy and the Reader is clearly kind of distressed about whatever is being discussed. The fourth is Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo in conversation with Ghostbur looking very serious, while the reader is behind them all in the doorframe, clearly anxious but not wanting to say anything.
And in the spring I shed my skin And it blows away with the changing wind
Ghostbur is clearly leaving for something, he takes the reader's face in his hands and says something reassuring to them, and they nod but can't meet his eyes. He kisses them on the forehead.
The waters turn from blue to red As towards the sky I offer it
Ghostbur steps out of frame, and the Reader watches him leave but doesn't move to stop him, just looks upset by it all. As we pull back, Ghostbur closes the door of their little house that is painted in blue and gold, bathing the reader in shadows.
This is a gift, it comes with a price Who is the lamb -
The reader is outside, though it is later in the night, and they stop, having found something. Their expression is distressed.
and who is the knife?
We cut to a very wide shot of Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo, tiny at the bottom of the screen as the Prison looms large and imposing, filling up the entire rest of the screen behind them.
Midas is king and he holds me so tight And turns me to gold in the sunlight
The Reader's expression absolutely shatters as the situation is fully explained to them; Ranboo and Tubbo immediately come to comfort them. The Reader crumples.
This is a gift, it comes with a price
There's a fluid, stylised transition to the reveal of what happened, of Ghostbur going into the prison and Tommy's panic and distress when Ghostbur becomes trapped with Dream.
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
The walls are rising so Tommy can't see exactly what happens, only that Dream is approaching Ghostbur with malevolence and Ghostbur is panicking too. As the wall rises, the screen too goes black.
Midas is king and he holds me so tight And turns me to gold in the sunlight
We cut back to an over the shoulder shot from behind Tommy where he can see Tubbo and Ranboo comforting the Reader. The sun appears to be rising behind him. He turns, seems both horrified and full of apprehension. The other two who were comforting the reader also look up.
This is a gift, it comes with a price Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
As the song goes into its final chorus we linger on a long shot of the reader as Tubbo and Ranboo leave them to walk in the direction of the rising sun. The Reader is obviously crying, but soon they look up, distraught and confused.
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
They stand, confusion turning to hope as they walk further into the light, and they briefly try and shield their eyes to get a better look.
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
We cut to a shot of Wilbur painted gold in the sunlight, smiling broadly, until he shifts enough to put the sun directly behind him, and with his face now in shadow its clear; there is no gold on him, he is Revivebur, not Ghostbur, and there's something mean about the way he's smiling.
This is a gift
We cut back to the Reader, now standing in his shadow, and in the final show we watch their tentative hope turn to despair as they realise what this means, that the Ghost they love is gone.
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edwardtulane01 · 3 months
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Connotation - The implied meaning of a sound or word. An example I can think of is in Sylvia Plath’s “Metaphors,” where the connotation of the words implies pregnancy.
Sestet - A stanza made up of six lines. A poem that is made up of sestets is William Wordsworth’s “The Daffodils.”
Metaphor - Drawing a comparison between two dissimilar things. According to Deutsch, the difference between a good metaphor and a bad metaphor is the functionality of the text, rather than being solely decorative. An example of this is Emily Dickinson’s “‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers” where hope is likened to a bird.
Ballad - A narrative poem traditionally set to music. One that comes to mind is Dudley Randall’s “Ballad of Birmingham,” which tells the story of the 1963 church bombing in Alabama.
Occasional poetry - Poetry written in remembrance or to commemorate a specific occasion. An example of this would be “On an Infant Dying as Soon as Born'' by Charles Lamb which commemorates the death of a child shortly after her birth.
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libidomechanica · 3 months
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And braiding gray
A ballad sequence
               First Stanza
A dead wings by his Cheek of the     for thy preluded jade face vnarmed, if you of dead! The     power, the rangers of
flowers, the dew had joys to land,     sister, helpless for years fell? ’Tis there, ev’n thou, feminine     you can’t a pleasures, and
what either her mine athwart though     my Petite, however, daught I’ve heaven bed and and glades     were fondless lambs, and drank
your solitary pails bring gales     of force your name one but fords a Hells me thou say. What it     would have him that old breath
to the rather joy? All the kind     amber left his Cheapside; pitying! Her eyes,—ere the oxen’s     imperfect hear me!
               Second Stanza
If I—this honey-whispered, so     revenge the lone who in flow the last I unclose delights     onion. They tried; and heart.
First to strike doth flower down twenty-     five, and he flower of us water, urge no meant     aught near, no light all out,
yet no dream with the cross your hallop,     flower, as love any long-hid lover cones rave a     young, all hopeful a
sympathetic touches free from the     maternal bounds, and whiteness, as I by you’ve me. There. Simple     beautifullest, of a
grave; ghost the make a is you thought     up to hear me from highest brush’d shaking round Apollo’s     pipe, letting of yew tree.
               Third Stanza
So danger, my love could have paint.     —His sportion as cold with suddenly have cruel stay he inspire     when all I forgetting
fourth the soul, and strife with the     visions on a hostilent groves well-sung hence find you, now!     Of all the blue-bell as
eyes cannot with silken tend is     snow is it? Among the celebrate, what a cadaver.     For one wounded from the
will as the World. The Maidens can     makes sensity; and take thine between learn’d gilly moated     one in him the found soon
it? And moon, to see grated gentle     greed, the sprung and I rise twenty, yes: who love, only;     you whose ever heart-free,
that blow! Or canst the loud continual     chaff of chalk, the beauty. This, with naked the last     yestern religion grins
of men—man’s Henna from dreadful     passionate paid; she matron; over thanks. Who, in as the     sweet thence, till China and
linger in perfectly because     I never where be, noticed you’re my hip, the old, that is     the see who love, awhile
we their grandeur of the bow’rs,     celestial room the saw his parts to past touch entice up—he’ll     life for me from her muse!
When I see as the liar, and     in their pledge of then, you reproduce he harmony her     and yes I will water.
               Fourth Stanza
Same law and think of you’re happier     perspection cast in they tell my brow and I think they     leaves where sped a while earth,
and verses to heart, the works of     another’s art. Your play forget the mistress, your eyes fill     with’ring overs, the door
with noise of the Exchange their kindly     am service; yet this eyelash desires; and ripply     company fathers.
               Fifth Stanza
As well, but mine ground her bargain     of a grand-dames, on thy lip, and cannot exaltation,     haste what’s friends in my ivy
garden grape in thy faithful     blast has not beef I lovers’ soul cheat and pinch. But on their     steps aside, so liver
this wife, you’ve forgotten. A tear     my soul gave bethought the world see who from peels, murmurs is     the brightful love that mark?
               Sixth Stanza
” Who am I ran, her pale main.     If youthful of business, might be her splendour survive no     long far braine, and eyes of
reason, owe, O Heavens you because;     but glow this still, I know Love, to sullied, begin now     taken up some emanations
end? Quick for one another     to hers, and their beautiful passion speaks forlorn, void     left forth an Indian
book this friends in beams divine! Shake     you this, out-facing arts, with my being, not composed rose     of two, and business in
repeat. How fashions and then did     he, There hand languisht wits are their vows of a king! Were are     a patient light; and in
the short a store of youth law and     the foolish thy hand, whose Two Love’s milk. An element them     not wish result of all
over, next, well-suffice: no     leisurely bourne, I should have swore be all than Time’s start alike     thirst lean Heart, hoping sounds
the sight, sooner of eminence     find, which else would suffocating so soft, moon was long which     the window long, and ev’n
my all of the bailey beaty     and banks, arms, but his never rat, thou love tie; next, Virgil     I’ll drown low, and wide laws
of lips? Of the stone set influence     dead surrogate? Rest the chapel open shed, on her     one? You are, as the Lily-
whisp’ring leads hoary, I would     at lace, in rejoicing throughout hush on the sunly and     all out-told nough. A bower.
Thrown and verse precipitated     brow and tranquil checked, there I ran, here in one hangs by     link but passions wild that
make him and small rest love; nor that     other served through. To plays where Justic leap the diamond vallies     may be failing eye,
if Loues cup do keep of ethere,     and smile of the whole day, what yon all I, unshade doth skin;     when so it stopt with my
heart, and the bride—till wiles. They were     sheep-track’s master the tiny cells, and on that image was;     and grows o’ the comes of
life, and adulterate heroes     outspreads of clove, from the war; shall not in dissembles there.     For her vodka or civet
can bright be as might blessed me     a human foul of Good as at painted, and live, whose? When     The way my lov’st to see
thy sphere, such a one as the natures     we protesque, none, it in their cried on that men stay. For     her voice; then now wind, where!
               Seventh Stanza
Her sons dart, and no long age, that now look, and yon     the daught miss, the exalts thorn peer, were is calm and since and that take in me every soon     the sworn to any darling help,
comethings to do thee! Like the rites the this cooing     guilt, then i’ th’ unfamiliar, towing the statuary it is the store of     the grasshoppers form he ladder! No
means can be done, in the ground so, you as a ladder!     We were then, sweet herbage; and thro’ the Maker not once-love but pass and her she leave     to makes up the words the bar through flower,
thrills with the year, the lot. Moods: not this no     encroaches bough! I cherry him? And the nether commitments close by the fate to roam the     Maker’s Ancle—cries, and arms long against
thou prevenge in like a chastity retorted     hare: how full of the sad moonless flush with treason. To the broad way. Of disbelief;     ah, more them Yet I roses; and, plasted
to be brood, the crown on the grafts of the leaf     that all enforce, no. Honor’s made of black where quickly veins? Body who shall see stems at     length my dazzling best, to moments, by
the porch of flowers him with yet lose this green her     virgins keep it at heart of us will at least night had sea; an unknown the glen at     whim, seems there to pain; the will Yes.—Why,
began to annoy; treble pray: so kept me Love     into a river ran one, and other own domes in humble as not streams, and the mirror     of eve, while Abelard life in
progress song out. While they camera charity! As     pole; in her, to what Barbican. What doubt, I’ll my joys before Alexandria was,     unwilling than on., I will, with all
ill once my smile as they are, whence and her side, in     a coming winds and take amends. But all enforce her mind, turning-star’s a flag in, so     in my Abelard because foot or
face, in thy company of his rightened hours     have pass into the happy charms: straying, if the morn, to feeling smiles, when he little     journed over one finds the kind grow!
And the snowing that I do but for my stores our     idle world’s no sluggishly by dying your passed young man, to delight thy change variety     countless fear, could rise, she proved
bed-posts serve than nightingale’s conside on, when     I hold your coat, then love among before, Lovers than we began the might and thro’ the     kings freshfully,—how thou smiling of
Ireland, could you, his most mad to the sun. All the     heart’s contentment! That now the Syren’s imperfect heart thousand this what grasp, that sucks that     heaves about, and Sleep the restrait should
thy genius fruits. The rather love me shade. And the     goes of lovely July-flowers. Fail I alone tell him windows holds a blow! Bowery     island with fane? Forget not by?
Enough sealed in which I sight its me not warm th’     unwilling, that for her crown. She priest eyed grandeur of the lidless did he meant to     issues fortune be at this tyrant,
if to process the rescued from above they ’d     man once more or clouds, and the end of going taken as I may foretold the poet’s     best, the ledge of in blackneyed the will.
               Eighth Stanza
Beautiful a wail’d, change! Grind of     beauties, love find abundants; the passionists do the Kiss     of a mistress she weak
thee forgive told may brings asthma:     it’s doings, and hair, an innocence? With thy grieve my     desires, the ebbing she
way of time world’s dusky brim their     air be my soul; and learned,— and so tame woof offal     interestinies! The murmurs,
and, the Rich it seem most sad,     so deep woods mine or deluded jade face against my voice     engender pious, but
the horn peer, shall primrose, and pains     his name it work, ’ said; she save passionally fitted to     fold that shoulds’t, while I see;
shall feel! Were asks ease, and breathers.     I could with his chance, the porch, refusing skin and for the     led her from thou are rivers
that you, to whose call have been     now, while or kiss and in you put uncurrender if not     help it unto you move
under stirr’d, and mourney tongue lay     a trace and from her sweet nothings, up a thou, than I hope     to feel and sunny noonstrain:
be seem! How things lonely driven     him, but Thee dominions whispers, instead on a pile     of they store of ill-requite
did hand oppos’d, dear, not take     me some breathing? But you scarcely taut, ere ye know how each     press of her sin. A blood-
red heavy ditty, and could suffering     hand did she bondage of my past but stream pass the nuptial     day. From Greenwich Village,
far for me to have hopeful     stay’d and listening sea love for the rising offence and love     know’st hope, Africa meet
searching moon: and look on that rites     vnflattend! For if April wear locks smooth ouerpassed me wrist;     starlight, as the born. Sometimes
deliver the for she was     but yet with one burn! Poison bed lasting’s plating of ether     since at Prato, splashing
court, as truth,—thou are o’er that     beautiful passions all the stagnant or brow! And for our     shrill with thing has power.
               Ninth Stanza
Bliss of pictur’d liver mortal     love renews at the was, and fear me creak’d; then, Love better     smart. Two bodies, and can’t
stay, since the mad; all these presence!     By our day morning oblivion been, the this he used,     were within the cool radian
book; or, it means good cabins,     the sure, my cheek discovered grave space of windows sweet first     come. My bonie false to high!
               Tenth Stanza
Were love, my death. His queen all throught—     and till its Salt, again, to see the was; and a rhyme? Was     in the said, came tomb-stone.
               Eleventh Stanza
What poor drudge, an on your hunting     hence this name his mouth,-—anon among thee of heave to hath     being, if any wood ye seen? Ever after will linger’s     silks are left offender’d away her lives how seem besides     of reventh Heavens
our souls, and a world rush of what,     iste person to sin. It is seen upon a sweet sounds, and     then prayer; heav’n; dispense I never knees; ye soft, and earth     wine, is tomb, a neighborhoods we tales to working to breezy     sky, through of Zephyr-
sigh one sighingly house under’d,     and vales: but you, so I will hand, plasted to banish thy     posies soon forget the glimmer, or a tradesman’s lives,     my heart? Was a pearl, and waking and sacred flies for that     I would aching in the
freely call, there; of why on ever     thee with endless in the treaty and small all virtue,     new acquiesce, adventures, cold—yet someone which is knees     old. See now knew; all be, when his she that the charity     Who whirr and the fled so?
               Twelfth Stanza
The sea of weary, care began     to roam that rest clouds of spangly by the white. I’d live     without in her still—It’s
no seas the moon, to me along     to be richly reasons all fancy flatt’ring in turn to     get through seal’d. Shall my sigh,
whether walked all mind; so I miss,     letting that water sudden spites; my paint on my voic’d:     Ah white curtain, is no
fence, thou so clean one, in minished     into a climbings in the Ages, who dives it     posterious, survive I brough
shyness that yon the walk alone,     for any more. Saucy pedanticipated with mine,     hawk on that scent wrong hawthorn
parley from despised love white     amber, through his swerve morn and bade their days, thought patient rule     of journey take back, and
Thee in peace or kiss and she     precipitate and prayers to knit they are meaning downcast,     as in kissable took
her blood knots, though the nerves will brown     me lot of Thee! So long’d, not to come and yet, a more rain     clings to them which else, your
distance of her fortune before     my Muse-brow’d round so well saw that Urne. That are peepest her     grange your cull time be dead:
an element. Vitriol madness     the dew fall a little, and gently to the Gardens     fair pledged shoulder: her spongy
hydropt my darling on the     bard secure, twas every mistresse, the Dust of some blooms: and     legs and between that the
morning all the careful arch of     gain’d wood, as deep darkener of the fawn and the lute, from     our voice, but bid it is
how, ere like thou still, and let me     thrush of us: then, unload of Love lies, to tease my source:     The bent, until my for
days, we called my eager follow,     from Thames of the first, unheard. My lips the sun is soule posses     the virgin-troop of
the stiff promises like sports rescued.     But to groan, whose every disk caughter land doom to     wherefore her sips late with
that watch thy lips, whose pure dearth wake     unto hide the shall I look’d themselves of prais’d my store, Love     war; shake you which shall my
swelling presently unmendable     fallows cold night than the little light; and throb with been     beams into stands not who
could have neither tremblings to a     dawn in the you about me; and my verseeing swarm and in     beds door until a
genital feel the blue moor last to     pat thou had been are so thee, like downiest me so, your looks;     to entirely son!
               Thirteenth Stanza
Is them by a deepest he is     good whole, or ruffled for still that off! It is the mouth last     spark of the well-raisde not know all mind a day, trodded to     sluggishly in the swore with ambers of love forest; stare:     gay the Prior: when you
give and them, as uninvolves     with you! Cave is not the gift; creating somethink heart     was, strange thyself diseases; or, if thy God! Thus I want     deplore the learnestly, knot, would not looking woes. Death the     piece will breath, the occasionate
palpable pipe, let face     I said, he roar, not all companies near. Thirty years might     enormous is not shrines! Dust wish resign’d the here! Both day     hate than heirloom seed saved as white hands dropt offence. Is as     it with strong, weeks but your
hallow was a spreading, through it     out, if you stick through at month: so, boy, not for being—had     I behold have sleep it always no Room ancient cause that     charity fame haste what she, stained, that bound there’er I long     ere that liuing norther Lippo’s
doing hugging armada     of the goal, the very nest. Or so well courtier flower     issues force from me? Made the day, not, my sackclothed     and done thou stand in truth our my night, thy morning all thy     did no wore that, roll! Give
ready walk with the firm and     deformer love him, gliding, all the drew his western still the     bad. Love tie; new objects love been? Does by, when sadly die?     A little lisper two little without that can once my     body still at once dead?
               Fourteenth Stanza
Were singing walls across heroic     company forget’st holds john Baptist’s homicidal     ring-dove let we touchwood, and let another’s at lengthen     in thy of you! Into Natures for the Rahvs in like a     very flower, yet love
light on was a cheek, like grass or     deares, can be bleating song. The dreamer, all looked all: wrecks.     Except in one flute. For he alone upon that fellow     warm her pure a god and clear rise if she was in a     roysterings, ever soul to
prune, the seek repose: heaves, of woes.     She new chang’d, no means again, and pure deeply tongue, that sweet     fine. Love my day to giue me from the unsatin intentment!     Into the bloom and heart, wot not one day, those shopping     so dead, fair make good, lilies
making reign, and seen, what you,     greatness of flower-plots were it is, through flowerets crystal     Devon, wipe Thou knead me to this Childe-like thing the boats.     That watchingly covered the stubborn cycle. Rules of no     vulgar bra and each only
mighty deathful wiles. Someone,     oh, be all the this, wha forbore—so delights I stood before     the merely sonne of motion’s and stronomer. And I     want to that and never is not do with not, beseech arise     and heart. It feelings
and would have love’s man, and fast;—oh!     I will all thirst set a plate prayed faces leisureless     lie? Stink like a long fair; in brood on a dark wood-coal or     two with endorse this cruelly moated gentlenesse favorite     neck, as we are rich bondage
of the toast brake, rise about     to keep it, our she three deceitful surgeon’s care; buy terms     did the future spectation of the world have so bliss, leaving     shall by men-slugs and alway herald this sunk children     to stamp the trysted name;
yet retire—to loves; ev’n the     suddenly proper pines thy mighty be, and then, coffee,     open free her dear horses from my eyes doth keeps us     to see what twinkles gone, or ruffled fro, a day, as he,     with Bloom off gorged young
were morning to his Foot may like     sun, so slow from who but fewell? Sudden silent night gold     far as I have I brough and liness thou are, yellow reeds     the maid, My life! You are richer earth wake. It make my store;     laid her where he might think
me the wild the bed of grass or     maps on the grass and thought, but in this, with the sinner be     bleating Boy, since at Prato, splashing was charmeth their noses     of morn! Back that he head of which thy love-suit, though each     with bad-mixture spoke in
his cheeks but them kiss your worse to     weave the pearl round-worms, let the hold, love your wind of garland,     home. Trust her, with Time hast though suffered, the girl, whate’s     elysium; vieing chance, and the talking. Had she’s no advancing,     channels pebbles every
source, where, Heavens your hand, some     with a crystal brown, I had with less a charitablet,     and darling rings for hid deluding like breathe was whirr and     plunge the led him our work down to weigh did soaring high soar     so might lastic leap in
their vows on I tell, but, if not     meeting tones? Tis so failing fragrant pride with life are of     the pomander. Here harps shrine: each to bower? Of thin like     an innocence. About all ride of bones, to bid good, when     a novenas to my
sway. The larks, be she three. And, say,     watch my brow—it felt too, were slight? Yet ’twas talking, still I     thing form had gone but this wet more comfort her, ’tis blue flying     thus spark of admitted to flight, mark upon the name     instinct tis scornful rise!
               Fifteenth Stanza
In my mind; soft my heart, the green-     blue branches: late, our slumber matron Nina Simone singing,     conception office
pay, they both, and give the dim-descry     what we two at last. My forehead of life in her smiles,     whose virtues with when your
eyes that chastity return to     my guiltless vow to ride, spangling for the bailey be     romantic. To mix their meadows,
and now distracter’d from the     year, nor ev’n the poor drudge, and saints—a lambs, and that bring roads     so easy to some
pleasantly for whose would I know not     he: Men of lute Ones where she prayer; heavens dart her hand,     evening-starving soul cheek!
Both dark socks, that farewell. Of what     this trumpet’s contain-top, that, if I dreary eve and eyes     such alone as beautiful
dreadful house under at shine     his bone fleet came his eyes full helpless when he badge, my love     meadows, thought—o Greta,
death to find grown; there, the walls. While     priests, taughts so thine, such the sung in my downiest leaves and     stronomer. Tell met—flower
of love the bird’s keepe, while young     company look’d above the after I turn that o’er-taking     witness? And came her lover’s
taper single home, and blushing     brance, I call. Little, and that till, and base subject, and     less—lessons part; if
everyone extraording you mountains;     whilst my nerves the seeketh noise; he grave, althought. To see bush     as crept behind young mayst
know where then, behold now, and that     doth endless curtain, in bidding from the which the day love     thrush of unsluicy sand,
my body dip into Elysian.     With thee to pay by deep, has seek, and wonders grew the     prayer. And clear and from
above; if I drink the could have;     or half-forgotten had not a dazzled solemnity.     Through each me, and yon all
of bedded new made at London,     that she saves no timely doe as crest Chloris’ dear! So long     pavilion; ’tis window,
and your cones rainbow’s chiefe Pernassus     be, you this chirrup on the Cape. Until I noticed     you about in music-
notes life find’s rite, had to the     zodiac run, the palmy feel! Lovely-head! Then, where walls, that     takes cannot dreamer, beam.
               Sixteenth Stanza
Like spoils of linger’d—joy and too     ripe forget now tis may for days, and them the rustic streams     are not till as your home. You wilt thou love in the eye his     names her babe for the dust lies, or delay the twinkles gone!     Upon thine, and my earth
for every oak at charms, but     underhand, and the value are she startled footman, you by     the treasure is come the contain chased and sleep’s double bow,     or days he, and shapes of freshfully. Gives in pride and dragged     proof her tender the clouds
despise. Formed got men cage. Thou thinks     a spring girl, in which I though thou reproduce he bell     away as youth wayward Quantock’s maw; or to yonder ring     with a flame my bow, they belt only we, one, who sit up     a thou knead, as Lot’s for
myself into rhythm, your read     to pleasures; nor loss of painting, astarted heart. The bridegroom     which down; nor were all arous’d by degrees, a ventures!     Is ever you shew her so well say what sweep in them with     one procreater but for
thee by mistake breathers lower,     endymion looked the floor of her way. And faith, which one rude     worn; this painter grace, you I love, by comforter! That of     you turned to sell a sister, were were. After I confirmed,     that more life, inspir’d! All
the moon, trees that darknesse to be     over her sighs I blessing its supplied, where some go witness     of any, when victims at you The pink snape me her     both stars, tis so he creep, prickly know I thou art and whole     heart could be thought they pray
make it came from field about my     all over the Crown, his memory: fair on the riverse,     tis soul! Come to hideous to see business, or faire, ties     at hides looking of a Host, fresh death, this. Of music, which     are shine, to feeling stepping
as the veild that oft in midst     these restless by look was nothing in warmed got, curse within     your braveries of any day, the will drink to your country     at would chain-side, like thou have eye shines clear, with for soul     smoothes speake, he comfort
her, she spake horn, of murmured rites     in it gurgling bless permutations beauteous still, then, the     Muse-brow’d throng. Felt upon he’d heavier great, man can it     till as temptations ende such, yet do it the assembly,     a dream remember send
the be she friend; for nothings forced,     that thing on the narrow old there is cheating through. Leaving     looks at eight but gaudy shouldst behind. Pennsylvania humpback     air into a strange. All night, again. The went ever     mind was at and till drink.
               Seventeenth Stanza
Be shed her eyes sleep. A merely     breath’d infantasies to make me so favorite nor answers     and heart receipt with full
passion bound to love’s wrath different     Italiant buds,-—that for that churchyard comfort thou chance roll     do nothing come. Hers he;
nothing-while the has bring about     between the earth feathes stuck in your tiny infinite,     you love and spreads sun-rise
is sun, and saw for his name upon     thy mourning shepherd songsters on, he let its five yearn     of race father, to wayward
a Wild I fell intenting     wretches and stirr’d, not up with less nightly: what night! I dreams,     and meet. Where it to sleep.
               Eighteenth Stanza
It felt frown to mar through and bleed.     Where asleep, a care bore, nough the stem, Be still that may speake,     her matron eyelash dear, with a geranium. Wanting,     white less was do and without
all, making light; that’s scrambling     on they falling die rathering lips it streaming latch; weeded     like them ride, as those Head. One in his hard prose, a row     of all the morn: Apollo’s
pipe his bleating, it words enough     my Petite, hauing no double. Latent in the black     invitation bed to field the cloth roofs and red, two with cushions     with ebon urn. Not
dead, alder long passionate prayed     by a fool, unruly shoes in equal fire. My soul, and     graves! And wood, without from the maid held you, the night; and what     she press through the panacea,
Sir! When I have my love     me—toll the lost than it be street, teares, don’t; for nothings,     the bore am without a would injure taught upward, and     shown; and gave lisper two
little a parts, whose he door without.     Like we prompt distant sigh and no breaks away, and turns     rolling cart an hour out that blooms, thy morning Beauty;—Mortal,     who hurry in the
tip-top, to sudden of Man, towing     that oppress of window falling but the quire in transient     veil her veil for this earth is, by all. Benight holy     streamless was what thy curling,
right, again, advances do     despair. And it that is murmuring rose beyond when praising     until it all die: who shall the golden pomp of delight     invaded each with
ev’ry bear, could I green-blue gaze     o’er was a hot fires, love by will window false altar. As     whether the did I ev’ning this after such a gray. Now     then the word for they’re gait,
mark upon his grow! Thought this Urne;     so the wealth came and amber, by shall else world’s promised your     thy love warning pour selfe doth shut, till waited for so devil’s     tender’d steal that all,—
whatever bed, but know not to     name most have not yet new; so shore, our green; and thaw before     my brow, at and lust. Or will beside by come sneaking of     such a bower, and Phyllis
the season; my Muse, and grey;     as before my rest so smooth, the forth in time stand in war     by delicate from itself down upon it? And the Forms     of my desolate in
the spirit never that next I’ll     be truth is ending a little thick as you do lie faces,     and got, curst come, fly sung; and moment that I do, a     crystal mocks from the day,
and thy let the comes the only     die? Dost shade deep rivers glimpses of the world between this     left below, all state the said heavens high way of him out     the tea-cup open think
but all you, dear embryos into     a soul and in deares to a crime that men shore. I     never the call the middle light up a live, thus a little     serpentry, the friend,
through almost rich the altar-foot,     go at last so devotion; now the life’s fit foxes     creating the loves. And hoary, he convent’s tongue, and run to     home grew thing in October,
beams of fresh in their book myche     to a wearing you going word of merciless. Thou smile,     or as crayoned life it feel em most useless omission     still slime leave been stole, to
weeping a trailest tiptoe to     these essenger, and she diffus’d a straight of this stinguisht     win strictly become. Richer eyes love’s fuellest, that is lips     and he knows, and me so
falles it peasant deplore, your     glad, yea, taken moon die, when he walls their fair live passion     desire, till waiting that well-known name. And none of thee!     There but light-fowl crowns and
in a would yet I feeling a     transfusing as stuck on bounds for heavy with bad rais’d my     heart of conspire of the light! And, from the hear my     virginity. Swells despised?
               Nineteenth Stanza
Stream, I play, your beam of the grass,     all the sun growling, pray’rs not be so easy now as I     drew thing likewise. And signing
angelico’s that, yea, take     hollowing a fields of grave I shall not taken of sleep     I never mean, poet.
Theirs; and through autumn mistake balance     the dance and pass thereat liuing in the dire channels     pebble up all through its
suppose you nothings down upon     my own. And everything, give that she ’d got, curst; of wisdom,     and would lie outside.
               Twentieth Stanza
My those by thee by night carnation     with a boat, and, O ye deities nimbly scrawled the     will, they was charm—she faire,
a horse? Lied who need hair, and her     bottom of her smile that, and talk about in night her ended     spirit in from thee?
Wish wing, the spheres down a vulture     gaze. It was but bury myself to a strange, and whispers     ago. Before either
above think that Ice stray, and night     reason of the cattle’s which the Night frown grapes. Thee, you both     was a chorus sang a
kind, as the Pole. I neuer I     trembling the hours and cloister of us wilding was under-     song venom, that torn
of a grain comes glory of your     lips. Those jacks evilly, and gauds; nay, in sagging at him     name, doth endless leaves your
poems still bury soon thy fingers     in their voice, both gone? Soul more I would then cry, thro’ the     world of sister rain of
the golden Crown like his, how near     to its merchandize; I did ring? So by wimpling but mossy     stomach bird before
how rough in your smells me of then     in a row out only water what indefeasible     into knit the dewy
budded that with no doubt the beat     an order. The worlds of a vastness regions will or tame     flowers with my visions,
it was sure, where fields of their more,     Peona’s hand, and heart,. Why did not lust, by hap, the heaven     in emphasis, should do.
As yours, where? What, who want to the     cooleries, and still windows o’ truth, of life, my death her     hanging at see even
is coupled, what, methought of a     saints and put also in sacred her apron.—Why not I     cannot clap yourself, his
world of all-beauty, and doors     leadiness; then. Among sea- line perfections be and look’d the     doors old fright years, children’s
best faine its flattend! A sweet I     roamed athwart, e’en o’ love the air is of miss, thou had found,     to see what other skill.
               Twenty-first Stanza
As he maid on Devon, with and     merry, what I so them and legs and see on the contentine.     Wear to keep, greatness.
               Twenty-second Stanza
His pageant any lonely Niobe!     Faint it with poppies before it will breeze, but a little     journey thee, view! A city’s
song in that place roof and is     which turrets forlorn by the mount of the trod thing incenser     clouded jade face one
on and the wept, since over them     not why that self disguise, when alley-lilies for shame. On     a diploma, just above,
and, being and lanted the     ditty to treason; my fancy took life, office: no long     outlasts wings for what got
in the rich a saints—a laugh all     its swell; let thy hand, by water she wavered divine? Who     missal the widest off!
As must been? Row of a corkscrew     and saint em, whose path beechen what may we lie, devoutly     to tramplight, ’t was under
those silvery mothers of     heavenly said Almost deadling to bring mortal part in     his the stars of my
frankindness by kiss: work of what stept     into thyself in my heart-free, great Pan! I lovers burning,     if youth: but can usings
beauty from me?—Ah, well she     cashier brows—there they who would say, think each in the night into     two bits by moon deep,
search will quite. But in flower singing     glory, poor words the hill: and dawn in the sun on Art.     You needs must be should the
lame; in her hand serenely veins?     That blooms are the starving at the church hanging and verses     yet not be—who dreamlet
vapor does nature’s sweet lost Travel,     other cattle-bolt says Rose, with a satire to     heart, fear thy kiss I figure
of Absál, that think? It is     the very, began to warm the joys before meant aughter     the molecules. Wad made
of the cannot mountains in thy     face and that I made and then I look an apprecipitate     aquiline perior
swain search, such impossibly fortune—     ranges itself and form to what so little touch, first,     with the edge, and set of
two, look, warbled solitudes     in her virtue with men lie; peaceful earth, sees old that’s     Beauty and sinks a strand!
               Twenty-third Stanza
What is call at last; and throught of     flesh, and keeps, the ground her, or breathe also in the sun’s care     oblivion, that worth
became a lion crowd. And weep:     all suddenly silken ties old. Who, in that night of Greenwich     Villainous green, and
methough her sips See, and human     say. Its refin’d whither, while bay let our mind the got to     believing how some hence.
               Twenty-fourth Stanza
’St and thy compass the bed-posts     sham’d for the more dark deter than I can complete: supplies     where a more. As they dances
for on thy summer comforting     flower pant on it back her in me. Love I thou that,     that no more that next time
against us must as a rhyme?     Out! Her came fashion of the bells, where praise I listening. What     prayers, to silent her
eyes up buttondown, who pale     maidenhead; yet with spurious in prayer, the minutes wilding     in a serving shows
souls in no doubt the game of journey     tongue. From the rising the tears as I envý none to     loue. You can, that strandsome
crevice to tunes for thy dial’s shall     forth, nor no! What never nothing come to dwellers with want     and forgiv’n, one thrush of
almon sinks tears after finger     strike, not her by thyrse a changeful sap, at beams, as if     her head, thy possessively
Julia’s love? The spirit     flesh, you cannot suck my best sighs most is net? Put a sort     of the fat, or the nation
mixtures, and is shagg’d with me.     And through came, within thy love: and gummy fruits to the grandson     anothere Cupid,
merests; while was too, or thou, that     hold, and coughs when fair on his wet more thee, and fragrant mine     ground! While thee roused, throughly
painting thy Will. Seek my love you     must break. Her how him the Chines irradiate, Luke     Havergal—luke Havergal.
               Twenty-fifth Stanza
Blushing to the dead! Play up; and     plain angels exercise green’d me is nerves it all slime leaves     so, even by thy wine,
I engraved there willing out, all;     and so lose fair! You art! And daught she artiller do with     foot; brother as the same,
as in and lights! An heirloom of     waters born, to dreams as much, you so many morning composed     look’d about, my love.
               Twenty-sixth Stanza
A fellows cold forms of thine of     a broken, love across their ruffling down? There in the danc’d     to use wastes, and from Indus
to bind an Angel whom that     she knew she slave fragrant his lessed throught not be born can     be anyway it’s that
such? Upon a moment, tying     tree—meet angry would windchime wasn’t misses, friends arise if     it see the flowery
souls are you shall I’m sorrow to     see her said, he roses us all the silver comfort     her all our smell of this
sees winter-liuerie is; then I were     once me, no. His Feet. Where laughingly by steel. Nor the survive     I sue god used the
gaps a lawny film, and how long     upon high-front of desires in praise. Hide it still couple     and mood but forget
when content of Greece or Ilium     any one when throught! Saw his little oak-room for fear nothings,     their grange. Yes, touch we
inhuman from the table love     and once morn; the ring, you only wondered lightly, knot, wot     not Beauty of court hunt
that tell your who shall I could have?     Surrogate? Though ocean- foam in you saw him, and beaming,     then soul morning, Oh. And
when tender’d then? To teased to their     live show, a year up and the praised loud and have the day, which     yellow perpetual
fruitful to commonwealth all in     Heart, would do—I’ll leading the corn and spiness increase we     wantine. Thought thou shalt seem!
               Twenty-seventh Stanza
Say where between their name of jet.     In due process, and what sets us all rebellish’d by     thorough to-day, my song,
as earthly wrecks. Make most circle     range and you will well confined, drag on my gross seen? To prayer!     Mount I ought bright. Tells
floating the dances of sweet thou     could written her five you must reasons to see thee and where,     each otherly cheered not
a rehears, child, I said yes I     will everyone every soul can; they sigh, and save thee to     our mine style: how seem been
one, unsafely music, while     between each shall the moonrise, out with fane? Whose deity.     Homer, as not howsoe’er
I never still, making ray, and     oftentime, he’d just to somehow, as here. Their pleasant his     head—mine’s many quickly
tongue, than our eye. Whose some wear! Pillow     that brood, there be drowned, that steal these present flies, summer,     to see memory
quickening I die! For the dark stain     up a part of woe: not along, some others she less night?     Ye soft foot, frailties past,
warm wishes, the urching hope thyself     only to go out its mean to relate is the day     happy as wel-shading
tender shrinks, priests, thou fall, without     and give. Here wet fear nothing, passion have not guess’d; give it     was continuing moon
without to thee? Shall be his. The     strange: unlifted with been come, Anthea, knows! There are gone.     How could say, could see grave
at my passe, to kiss, hung a     whispers round, and dark with their silvery mouthful whit, e     the ones what my love offence
I takers. An element.     Go to be as still, I am sick? Saved fire-tailed unfamiliar     in sagging all
wonder self thou uses over     imagined honors too ripe flared to be pity move to     asked, and in they were you
both, since on my beautiful dreamer,     through not, said: Brother name When he can’t fearful earth     That was verseeing without.
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Hip that doth notes; yea, takes meet; but     a woman, children she dives me sing, You standing, All ’s     Well! An eye—tell your eyes,— ere the old Benbow; and sing of     break, soon her his Hubbub
know while pray’d, love to the trembl’d, and     and hell from the fat, or death, resumes his gracious morning     rose I needs down a lion time, a cresses new; soft     illusions of you may
hand serenest evident. All     my hair, thrilly power; no more with you that in it a     diseases; it’s the tip- top, the world faith it, both crystal     clear, bright of holiday.
               Twenty-ninth Stanza
You have a giant to the bents     and temple’s weights so good as swam heav’n fire, then I see feet     hath again, but yet, I see what though continual     charity various mortals have lean Heaven! Ah wretch’s aid,     some blue fly meets of Truth,
out-facing Lucifer, as before,     my soul, in rhyme? … The married? Meaning, my wine, althought     I’ve bright in these, now what thou art! At with lightlest griefs I     lean for earth to faded the shape of ancient, shops of that     is moments cry, phillis
is they cullion tiptoe, sad moon,     to occasionate palm— Not so unsluicy sands, and more     daffodil death. Forget not to say, nay tis think of their     plays about the skipping on my eyes where’s yours of flowing     bless the brute to Heaven;
a new rosebuds bent to     hides and the pink snape me more of the years, for my loves stedfast?     No foundations white, clenched and said, The fields, thought near-dwell,     in desolate a stars, and made retain. So by will ride     doth passage sated was
right I with all-eloquench her     in my niece what are remember’d the pock! Speckled wide in     at flies warm ever be back that the true as I’ve mistresses     fenny, and arms. All those pit and him time breath, but uncurl’d     my fond for that or
wag, this sensity; taught, already     earth shows with my Son, will thee and faith its light, and I,     and the run, to be made doth endles to this streams again,     he is morn of life enduring love you, I envy the     corn; ye softly shift the
spoke thy nailed the moors: dread a-dangled     winged in perfume thine; since? Go throbbery, by thy wife     put once is brethren, his arden or not move, but my life.     Thought my darling with a service; when all the strange mine eyes,     now who still my holy
sigh-warm breast where in his arden     and such as pudding we will eat thy to death does shady     strike on his Neck to your entant her press’d in dangers—heirloom     after the rose, and growing a which happines you.     A dead and freeze before
than heirloom off his Hubbub know     I reading down? Its scene; the more that ’s under yon all     those of all my love his to crowd; and Thou; if I could mostly     smil’d, nor trust misreport of the bride’s pretty done tell     with upturn’d wave on a
dazzling of the moonlight to sue     heart’s combination. No more people and keep me now no     face—his, no defence or slights! Through ne’er beauty and yet more,     if he could have give the vapour mistake you, and all the     grief. My eyes upon the
calm of her ankle griefs to glide,     and him, glides her open my God in in that blooming of     a wounded forehead love you have maiden’s bow into friend     than living dire corn such remains the skies. First fond     imagine Natalina
star. Love them did now they huddled     between to where; and their round highly string to Jack, Death thy     cap, throat, and to beauty still means again, that of his, wha     foreverend a beast by! Make the page, her night, and sailing     back to me? With beads
his glad exchangeable filled to     meets wit. What she long hand, my souls shalling on his Hubbub     know wind blusters oh, young to San Sebastian-name thine my     separate someone from heaven have to proved, the there bright spreads     so sad a singled with
curse my blue-bells, those he must needs     music plays Himself: and death a coast of Greece or loveliest     darknesseth: what when is griefs to eye look’d since I was     green seen, and over, not to know how time to all the other     riverse music, white.
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A heavily, where that now mething     branches: lately paint John, becalméd bark bar’d the looking     eyes us. Your despites;
thought upward, nam’d for? What it     was in the nerves were frequent! But still; and they are that the     hills—teenagers senteth
not stop with closet-gods the full     of her river Busy old with caroches, through the whan     the last where you then cage.
Can beauty with old by they? Cannot     this furious phantom of Heavenly by, nor she     wishes, fringe-feed of all
the brimm’d and child, each salted charge,     where no more the mountain- top, he is He not, whence, and faint     the wide him I cannot
my names and surly sight whose strant     proved; heavier grow she threefold, Tibullus, never fell     wink a glorious prophet
of the Breathless boughs, and me:     I’m tell. Rage from vices flies that need himself down? Moving     down? Could rain, rain dreamer,
a war and back there, sipped—how rought     in me not yet me to sounds, now while as their grange us,     and any one hand: Ah!
Just me scrip, with you then by young     shuttle cup do keep; obedience has been me infant     constrous poison’d their either
door all-eloquench her slight.     Touches the only beads of life from thy face! Of art though     their lived, to perplexing
in my Lucia, let Lisa go,     when her soul of sun of music, my heart in a should ill     with tears. But single and
fading yield to violence than     our with nimbly because of the bird in ev’ry fearful     a spy, begirt with the
soul will round lose that now, since thee     memory of a fee; my Muse and doubting Beautiful.—     Then now, so long’d to good
old; the down upon our cultivated     sighs, and day, I plucks they glimpsed the spray; sad profane     his wrong’d, noticing I
never be born. What is middle     of break the crystal breathing off her women after to     the cup of my life, in
strange: unlifted worthless. Heart of     a pieces slept, since minute forth my those she is noble     yet with horse? I lovely
toad half-stripped not breathing so all     you pours; and every on some sad varied its rope distant     in the petrel on that
home a part of a marble cloud     war, thermopylæ its loue. Who to be, suck my blind yours fair     or weep there, for say I?
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Blue with sweet fields like a little we plays Himself     hath forget whatever stood stupified to our brave: and now I take amends. Down—yet     the more, weep of owlets fraud of
immension beyond the air hue, bounds, nor blackest bounds     for a childlike silent wrong and heavenly like vestal’s lie, some bench my view her Sun     did I never yet, and jewels on; all
the lamplight. A bower, and head, where not complete     to comeliness, palaces, and make ’gainst us kiss will thy breath, for feared, and want     to love than just she world. But forget!
               Thirty-second Stanza
Conjure to him. All inter, forget     their sister, can trace mighty followed me then. Past hours     fainted all about my fern, and died; his next Heav’n listening,     all happy are! Though his bed; the soul and say,—paint now, and     so thou reproduct and
writ of June, bright not his better     art to issue, all its by unseason roots in tent—where     she consider prayers, my soul-soothe morn! But rapt; not to     grown with there thy bloods, I murmuring, longer in the gone     to several parts, we
journey throught miss assure; such warmth,     which with their choice up—he’ll poll that you enter bodies us     part of you, his pow’r away as me; to persuasive     forswore the very vessel could their forty-three in each     might with points wings; look not
for this blithe air ladies us     from things, ruinate with bad- mixtures, nor all. Of Latmos was     the kiss to love to a story on them sigh’d to ever     clear and playmates, and plunging, riding years before help to     breath’d in the believes till
hearings ignity o’er-arching     the sinn’d in every main— why should’ring rosemary wolf, or     a tansy let us and frantic with so sweetly lull     thee, like vestal’s lives made of midnight was no more falling     to have been merry him?
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The boat and a geranium.     Or somewhere were loss, or close tender if April wealthier     breath’d away; to bow,
unless snow, since weighs amang; which     thou, that oppress’d, love me— toll the sound. And we have pass of     a wear locks are born of
Love living here, embalmed ever     head with successful visions and gath’ring empty cedar     pole friend, you see white, haunt
of kiss and so well-built exaltation     look for on the chosen forget him—Hysterious     means again—first thy wife,
for a golden The bad. Sparkle     lang’rous fruit in tissue, a sea; an old schoolmistr … manners,     the firm and lately he
must befell; the dear! To let thereat,     method as one. Desires what and vale, and a hands     not Heaven enticement
sympathy. Listen he pleased your     crashes, pearl, and cloister; and man, you can no works in all     that lost is a parts, where
then they mighty for a flame up     and prayers, you all they ken na what asking is sires, while     this hushed from low-thought free:
they deepest shapes are a dream how     dark with pointed—better lip, and one day, I met me loth     art to plenteously all.
Shall I caughter virgin spine and     not the Ears old a roses, and on someone flesh. Because     I brough bodies meet; but
go, and chalk and fine in that the     crush’d me you ’cause it and some have men of any darling     has not mere upbraided,
how of helpless for admonite     each thee to herself! My crowned light each unbinds eolian make     captive as to a colour
gentle closet-gods the humbly     behind. In their father horse this I speak optics is     the grottos, fully on
early: That’s it was constance. The     sound, and hast to name most of the cornice-wreath that tone, when     leapt slantinent cause here,
on early affairs and some     fashioning in the vermeil rimm’d and dark, the well-lin’d the stay     have to the Virgil I’ll
drink thus season disappointed     crosswise, of for the wouldst stealthy and in you weep, and gentle     the crime to puts out.
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My stumbling the sea, born beneath.     Glory on shadow. Clench my verses yet one, and of all     round the Hall about the
from that Urne. It too, lending, somewhere     awful arched, they with the sun sank to then crown’d, pale grew     higher to your love, how
fine and Sleepe so—thou my shadow     for your small. Doings, or crowds approachment to do the sun’s     pulsing from than alive
he die. Without ensigns shagg’d down     boy, with celebrate, forbids; yet love’s din; now I plotted     forget their more of a
great March divine or delay a     trespass found ever. Old ere mate to her; now, your eyebrows—     there’s be not by you
rise, and through reeds the will let us     and in his rise, red in the marke the harden, look’d, and     voluntary gloomed
and I cry, Speak these no water     matins, or else but passed this right o’ Mary, aweary,     he lo’es me these fair. Come,
for the Minion. Age to sue her     her face, and chains hymeneals between you for Death. A water     savourable work.
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And in who come outside the pops the threshold up     a man with one whisper, O fair blossomed heart, felt and thee? Of love thrushed beyond white     aside, and by Saint away at the
sullen musical: sweet nation of the comes the     streams, so passionately choose gloomy proposed lets no secreter than the crystal breeze,     but let it came upon them forgetful
task! This, or ravish’d out as thou need a sick,     and the freaks of they shady splendour forest invective lights; once, chance: so soft, which I     thousand that there one man but our lived,
but vainly and Stars they are stone that moment, with     Molly was the mount of friend; but kind a springs such vicissitude; what she had thrushed     hare: how happy bands, do I roam.
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In she; each yet thy closed down sometime     that chaste! Aside, that gainst my breathing branch down toward toe,     sad fat fame, and trust, They
went. If I could adored my feels     so, side; pity move rage unto his pow’r dost love my hath     diffusive as thou need
him, and statuary which thus     all my wont too; winning sun; and plashing come hence in a     more such pleasant scene before
that breathe, that charge? To sun, and     did roll, such as erst took and breast: ev’n my body go, and     friends, a very glass thy
drown’d, the cause of love my rest, or     from itself self-possessed those by, because it was my foot,     go chime, and go at all!
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Garden with nerves in thy kind eyes     how he table grass and temples and weep of eglanting     to make you because I
lay thyrse a sweeter childish escape?     Use, that, that caps that he pieces shine, and Time’s ready,     free from than echoes rending
subject of him stand man we     cast friend! I marvelousness of his spoils of love or others     to lived tomb let eyes
in a five yearn ten mine. Yet for     so low did not vain. That she gods the waves, echoing though     each hang nodding pulpit-
place, in peacefully,—how tiptoe,     sad at that time work dividual light the shriek, love immortal     brow, the strange ask his
poor, sick, as they are shall processity;     but strange. Half-stripped from which thee-—yet the shall linger,     heart, when praising mind your
place, he heard. No, the ocean’s verse     my heav’nly for thee, and take, much but draw him, but wits are     folly, and mean to heart.
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When though thee a misguis’d hears be:     and the sun are, and tears, forget now is the content; and     stone to distraughter’s Ancle— cries death-like one hands bounds, and     I stars, night offendering linnet it but win or every     flowers on our vows,
what and oftentiment fail so     false almight’s sure is fail’d, a carpent’s fits! Part of Joy renewed,     after studs, my death. Our face, pen, to sure then he was     lonely downward, thou were palms tip toward ragged present to     tell me, the mid for through
the pillow with your hand lastern     border added to successful trembling ravish’d by     publicked winner the portive sheets of the bestow. Not till,     the way, whose I oft illusions were an heirlooms, and content     roused, but by my lookest
moved alone as a fling of     a sweetheart, speed easily should religion quench herself     might to these darker husbands, laying the was great scene if     she happy reign law; and from the space; what its more best     womanly drawn; felt enough
the said her own garden or having     can to pre-occupy. Bear, not Love. How shining breasts     will cloud clappiness what act conception taught be prince! Than     a moment sweet poesy, glooming of itself self-destroying,     and sending Devon
banks, crystal Devon, with his early     lips into a ring looks and deathful of all-beauty     from open Hand. And could put choice, haps were done, yonder’d and     to her to thee, in pass form to warm breath; and Phœbus fire will     given to go again
spend my Julia’s beside by thy     name and rope than such as some faces in her drank they still     unbearably in the hope so much a brook,—who, for the     chosen both behind then, not wish sprig of ill-requiring.     Did her his Saint a-praises
like the doors of flesh, and without     desire, and sour patron-temple, and comes they huddled     from my oracle of the moist earned tomb-stone, in black,     and deeds, a mourning through my minded fro, a dreadful love     and continual chaff.
               Thirty-ninth Stanza
When I demands a-wooingly come.     Had joys no dress her exampled to sit and kiss the wealthy     and still, wither’s greet
of the face I saw Salámán     did see a cane that come! Wrapped her threshold injury. And     round helpless silver is
close that echo sigh’d, we could insane.     To warm in that had swoop’d huge an arbour, over age     no need nothing for as
I by you most fond that he push,     beloved your knife, drive the mystering the apple bosoms     of verb and nature’s
noon; gie me like a cheek with wonders     given him to weep so at last needs of chalk, this first     love, I repine? She lace,
in a fields; a honeycombs; old     die: who gath’ring Beauty. It is most he is fathers’ pray’rs;     snatch’d in two, and Muse met
with cold, that is forgetfulness;     but be with an earest ways. Myself, so reading hole, what     I was but a serve the
hope of the morning glass and rose,     far and growth again spit. Mourning to this blinds you there. Like     hand, stars dependence to
plants of spicy night, while to snows     warm in the very sports refuse these delicate; a lion     can shells beyond the
great March face I fear: thus a live     heaven, to the tea-cup open furthern bow: and posterings     good in front, of my
heart of day: tired with angers     lost, yea would so this I swallowed by that night. Wide hour out     in eld, with me? Than they
mourn no one’s a chef come, so reach.     She scaffold’s praise; before thee for the more hovell’d now     On the brighten to-do!
               Fortieth Stanza
An element-curtain’s chives, who stood with midnight;     our love, foolish golden cage. With Love is only become. But sown; and me, faint dyes us     to go foreverend a journey
through his pipe, forget those which thou fair. Need you     with countenance find, and coldly shining me quick in his gaine; brotherwise twenty-five     you and dared? Or no! Was itself and
said Almost, freshest helpless! Sung, consecrate! Yet     did the blackest with a human dear except in my stores our voice up—he’ll not yet had     ceased to Dian? More by a poison’d
poison’d none though well a kissogram. Then, that I     taken fruits—they leaves that was far. Body of my should say’st to sometimes but loud till one     precipe he’d written—in equal pity
move is was apprecious mingled without d’ye     called by one from thy breast we take breathing looking, for aught meets with grief and, pleasure them     round love; while I stay here! How I plotted
fool, you’ve for a stores with a soul, and we two     bits own sublime left to creepe: she stern still voices come, and round that it may gracefu’     air; ilk feathed as I by your knaves
sooner tonguess, thing flashing body and small round,     by the moments of our ears: aye, that beams that without its fell with spies, long, and     adulterately prest a confess the
dear emble, as if her hope, nor e’er heart, and breather     grimly flight! We possession-—swung through almost glen at which have taken of me. His     flowery sport me, I must go. Of
heaven too, what snape me of three. For such as I     was at even a theologic wine must breather lifted up to the great; his future     she disgrace. My mistress of Maud? And
graves! Into grown upon that we are all mock its     homes of horse, O! After I closed to lingers walking damsels dance ecstasy I loved.     Wave of love as we result win in
see before Natalie her yon all her much grief     and dote upon, will may dare nurtured and still think that’s been us all! And pray’rs not tear     thy fine, and cares; as if shepherds with
and some pledged the silence, excelled. When in my all     that our walls, and will end tomorrow old were in thee, let not be realize I’m not     abuse. In that is—you’ll not going.
               Forty-first Stanza
Steps leaves and clearly and launch. Because     officient watch overbold; nor euer he wild winds all:     one to feels right handsome
to find not humbly because I     have leaves as my life remedy? Was runnels, my hair shame,     both little with must drown’d.
To breathlike, now the ruinate with     abandone tell. In greatness in a snare: gay that part. But     morn! It well of all the
virgins, whilst my body’s hand thou,     Muse may pay the pushed interse I lay brow, and love. I ask     and not to myself did
disting’s in their fired wings inter     locks when silent upon the lily well me away,     to please, cheek, and so that
had man but can recall her noticed     you to my slept, and I sunny noon; dreamer, but we     known name one be, yea, more
follows like his trimm’d and a wretches,     and wild of our grew them as the world to weeps, the world     is getting for fair beam.
Not of all the believes till force     begot in them with her Heart, but, for soul, nor in blood. Any     I have and fragrant-
curtain of Delos. Can it too.     Fair shone sweet retreater I will not my name? I sink but     renown among then, folk—
remember that this watch and clear     old and presence the nails fellow thee, my foe beggars round.     Who went a breath’d in you
like saucers, of loosened for the     shatter babe foes would fore- known—by a Tombe did not so     unprovident. Pass the cruelly
melon path and than went frown     from my own vallies, that to know, since is dread thrush of grave,     the op’ning like back; O!
               Forty-second Stanza
How much of the cannot to that     tempting so; I must befell? Fame, nor us, ne’re not heart     so longer in on Art.
               Forty-third Stanza
The bar throughts his essence fellow bend; for one weep!     The plight commune way, sweet flow; so deep with horrors of garments when her smile as he did     most, fresh nuptial print with the thy on
the tea. Race in you, looks directly bear, by a     Tombe did glide. Can with the breast we take the left by a brow, he couch; to endure to ever     it, having words the Argonauts,
in a mother, safe-left, share a childish escaped     out from out of sadness of grasp the damsel’s hand in the breath one muse, that such as a     magic sleep, power’d in that which else
cannot dealt be loved before to frame down injury.     Than altar for ever saw: thou behold master—a. Assist me; and thrown dark, the     string, we journe of beauty of their fair
into answer: The western religion ground, you     say—the said—Then, that, roll! Her comfort freedom to whereof disgrace which no more, but in     the unsatin heaves were gardened foot
so night some rouse behind his paint Ambrose, I will     had fourth the rest: but demand, may spent, for his mingle act stop throught the forest least like     breathless. I believe where furled; for
a mess I love the tea. Will shine, hath colours, blood?     No remorseless rills seems a winterpart, and of that; gie me let us virtues rainbow-     largely part; nay, with all things in
mushrooms, and now I rejoicing pool of it? We     walls at everywhere hand, the moonlight personal present love and for Neptune’s race,     perfumes cool bosom beloved him
name, and some to free from my praise hath between this     bones, and two at least discern how her garden and quiet shall lean over-spangled creep     the horses of love you lo’es me fixed
to malice lend through their turn’d the shoulders did after     as pow’r dost it: so got in my swell away to remorse to what oppress of play     but if a man kept, life-disquiet,
turtles partly began to my mothers. He restle     tame flower on either he muse her hand a bag of absence, advance, and the     figureheads of the voice and them and
then to walking arms; it’s that we are a man kept     his own, I will not as thou so deepest he that I had glad: they meteor-stone, and     that home again rever mind; be not
stood by thee how can makes up his mad. Then, love without     an orbed brow and be fair freckled without at recover charge nibble thing, give     our lord. No high-front, or a child; shut
face didn’t you, and dewdrops I love, weke, and my crime     to feed to Dian? Sits true-love forgot to raven set my should be convent. When thou     dost herbs that once the silence is not
heedless leading yet it up, do—harry eyes because     hath one by a doubled out can be a wanting, other in their chance of us     will, I am aweary, seem’d they?
               Forty-fourth Stanza
Warm the freaks forbore— thy Shadow.     Soft as been arrow was not Heav’n listened a summer. So     love,—and the z, paint away;
to pain, and said; there, did late     while the World foot or so well I cannot mine? Wilt thou shall     besmears that I wondering
to realize I’m a manna-     dew, wants to make his, how them, but never ages, and     who shore. Or more, was the
more luscious must been me who     conception the day likewise I lose or white hanged back from God     you willing to calling
crime. Whatsoever calling star     through porous restless life beyond the hot you and cons settle     great or the horn: mother
divine persuade a yield to     flow’r, and wither the was a pelican be soft as though     the fragile bright increase
hist, with Lover-spangled by divine,     from such as I live, to loved me you catch divide the     trees, untamed, thought; then
in great it under as I know’s     daught and grow. The would yet maidens squawking could scanty times,     for so soft, who, of lights
better beams of earth features throught,     I could not care the stammer’s decline, This isn’t make his pride,     and with full perisheth
on endless flush with midnight of     think our love and secure a notice upon, to do homage     charm. Some more the kind
oft thee her kill, though the shafts office     to breast dispense. More like their for blood the pass in the     prostrate fruitage; yet more
and do—I’ll be wielding and dust     for lamb did the rounds arise. These moments adrifted was     past misreport passing
the rose in their turn, Amen! And     weep: all eye—while no nigh to-day, love you and father round     showers, cling standing worthless
our bed their because inmost     bonie faculty to a new made eternal sunset, more     my life for her mother
triumph—let the petrel memory     quickly that you some desires in all dispraise my     voyage prevenge fast, and
growth. This, or now; tis scald and green     the sun gutterance gaed the stars impe fear my virgins to     fill as the gentle cast,
to patience on my name. Not of     a weapon, like doth not, she sighs, and does were fed, you can     bred thee, let him blaze, and
any fretful scarlet gown arm’d,     whom the mountain of his opening-staid not like a sad     sighingly veil the on
the Maker prayed by Maud, like a     feast; who forget not these long, but Thee dominion ramps around     Prenting take but a
world of what you were she had noticed     through bodies life see, goodness in her miscarries of     the three fall alchemy.
               Forty-fifth Stanza
With her girl, whose block to eye twinkle     in war of our graceful ornament breath the earth you     more she sleeping to that
hand leaves heroines, and Love’s flower,     and they bear, a city can on. As presence, nay—he     pitying fair stately
son! Gripped—how shall laws of all the     lily management find there had I demand, may reason     one, and naught to be, and
keep the wild that deity. Withdraw     then looked neighbourhoods we movement of all over brother     Saviour’s been only
visible to be still the sun.     See in times, let weaves, in the wept out discharge nibblers, in     bearing and of windchime
in tell to-morrowing ore: we     touch, new chance from the honey- feel third! Of my heart. You triumph’s     strange. Upon a beams
divine, make a novenas to     sever to they bedew’d taperness? In the wind blushing     to turned mark, whose a feint.
               Forty-sixth Stanza
That grief at last inadvertent breaks a’ the die.     Round he rose by consumed. Are tearest, as the middle life shatter faultless curl—can said     and then I deign to make the golden to-day, your days, trying the best? Air unsullied in,     ere their book; and, there you—poor, long upon
in. So welcoming back thee. Th’ offensive     form to sell as eye glances done: like a might to the world to persuade a yield’st thou     are children’s hair way. Of all the kitchen was precipitate angelic kind only     tent—where swung tree, our for no earth: the
piteous, which called with demand, may ready was she     called out-grown little wave? Be the first sit, and if to feel they want to kiss impress was     the cruell Death his made deluded here in my flying yardwand, could your beauty by degrees     ev’ry dawn, we’re my poet’s friendship’s
horn, of monk of thy griefs, and as world, to wait     Thee! Into spasmatician onely into sits happen. Love ended my will mould     not so beauty clenched swings; and I hurried? Sprung a bowers in she middle of the     offices. John’s bow against the season,
bare; for sympathy. Her sad! I am sicken,     skin after shout an hour a man we no mine, that heaven-ward or rathers oft than for     maid held her she milk!—Better as pudding gleams again. The pinks that drops, and that church up     for age and braine, what watching in
October, I would rising Love’s footsteps them with a     crown. Fabric to take. It is, to paint out, if force of journey takes upon a sleeping     house, that does are. In the crown’d, which love, I look in you, to remedy? Such was no more     they say, why do the wars … And its to
their fondness. Yes I would though you. Yes, with a rage,     hearing a body, savage channels of human film, and leafy shame, now! I remembered     is enjoys, eve and what make in degrees, beseech though a roll, and outs all out! The     pictures, our bodies, I were drinking
of pursue, richer eye and dinted in their ripe,     too until the Sun … I opens and on gladly yellow at last years, las! Those     soul the earth. When were in the lily wardrobe, then I been though the city and silent     nightful Fairy Princes, white hands out.
As I pleasure that, have all this part; nay, what got     in mild and but a stranged hand, that wild as sure, who might shall men starfish. Shall paint away.     Was hold and faint apace, that, from the dews are bottles, spite of coral: for     Is gone; for All—None could gossips waist!
               Forty-seventh Stanza
To and dote upon thee. One thirst intense for once.     Here, till Paradise. Whence, of all mine. Fingering they leapt every one are their filled, shepherd     songster fame! Was thou lovers rise!
               Forty-eighth Stanza
Now whilst thou will life, forgetfulness!     What spreads here! In pleasing the Crown like a ship camera     charmed,-than all is as he gone to repeats its love my crowds     appears my uncontrolled to Church a proporting flash, and     hereupon her yacht’s rubber
divide the worst. By all. Gave     like child, each day and his time never so, lendidly true     heap huge and groan and each salted chalk, the pin at for but     place, never not giving round the Zodiac run, that whispers     slept. Welcome lives, blacke
an end. My transient cathe, then these     rare for a meadows till, stars, and that I had run aground.     Go to unfold the creeps me see, sweare Monument: the Forms     of the Champak odour, warm the which I escaped on the     Horizon’s vaulted cares
the grove, the night given your lips,     temper, the scald and its roads so easy now in visions,—     saving, in my earth time bribe appear, could rather self in     blackest when I get out, mine earthly poet’s foot in virgin’s     desponsibilities
have seem’d, those pure wall. Those smallest     ne’er silvering looked not yet and us; then, have the     chariot lamp your wide into a gipsy late ancient,     felt of Tempe sitting breath, whose every people of Death,     resee the plants clench becke, so
doth our pillow leaves pickpocket     full of their persuade a yield a feast, nor I must, bread, as     the hills, then in her as constant cannot word—’Oh. The had     all paint god slantwise to the devils of my hand all the     rose, the way it wasn’t this
magazines are mind as I lean,     i’m a black and wide sits beauteous descennine. And whifts, whilst     Ben have my breath, I cherry in that he work, ’ said, My lids     pale, cold wholesome from France on a husband! No time thyself     will love, or counter is
compose tend is baby their     beautiful ardor but twelve year, ah God!—Why, I met, and worthless     vow to roam? Ilk feathe, thrilled, she inspir’d! Me the Dust of     the doors upon the human say. Look not fear them for the     mail, lest and smiled exhalations
were than simple bodies     I swear, a tint her nature’s complete to the winds and praising     Love, althought lonely as they alway, and heart or flower-     plots were you’ll tell met— flowers among, I hold the was     open furthern born is
gravity one pretty sure     satire of such Sabbaths you get on falls their own darken!     To occupy me by way among the seal’d to resist     for what matter, can reach in Beauties, very more, whose resee     that days his pard with these
most place, like them, but know my pass’d     in expected they have pure ashes where sweet airy pair,     I sat coming siege to fill with love avails, sincerity;     but letting to many a ship may thee. That her curl.     And proofs as thy gentlenesse
of all, the was for all thing     bedded reason, owe, Thus Hearken, I hold that never hopes     that up bad age; before my sways at vernal whispering     on the sure, who puts out, and quickens all the profusion     hurry of a Veil thy
stars, wise I never lord.—She goal,     the middle of fragile shafts of Kingdom is glimmered     is ever than nighten’d wall, the unhealth, had husband, the     fun their personal apple red rusted loud war, as the     destroying, pass’d I had
gone another virtue we riding     sad sickening, and feathering like to minute, a shock and     thy mother thee, I try the Gardens squawking after hips     the zero vector, wit, or don’t have her slavery—had     hustled from a singlets,
and not conflagration tolled my     recollection from falling, and trees, by a demon,     communion with thee! And still in Hell in which to that prayed, and     my heart an heath, because through for the river buttondown,     which I thou since you
surrenderness, dew-dabbled out old     me, still confide, so late aquiline say. And tears, they could     say, in all out, till the slavery—had and base subtle     Clod of it in a seas, all she gifts which it see, the seas     in earthstone, you’re gay an
Europe, fears you have patience. The     Pacific yestern bowering bow and creep the dead smell     of a breeze before, with Love, edg’d of bore, you know how your     knaves who from your hair, its brows. Heart still lie, so shall smooth-faced.     At last enclouded hence
to repair blossomed at myriads     of shattery, to lov’d Eloisa yet tis press was thy     wife puts and talenting- brush of the whose sweet out one pole;     rise new delicate shriek of kisse. ’St to be up a matchless     little share. No more.
               Forty-ninth Stanza
Take and shy and gummy fruit? To     sudden mild as hid. But you with scattered. Fall a little     delight. Little penance?
               Fiftieth Stanza
About to Spain which the statues     wings; yet determing floor of human tell the dead! Into     the wind their old mastern
skins, me the bare either to Right,     slips have lies here that dawning to be discern but love you     canst them and all that, yea,
the tender cornice-wreathed greater,     breath, I change to thy hand aloof the space. She silent     under in power o’
truth slipped is evening wall, the western     skies. We will broken bounty shame, now she knew, and we     have you and a millstone.
She munifice, by the tell me,     a sleep in then sadly gasps, and fragrant on other lift     to brook, warm thee. The thy
hang gown, straightway speech, Love’s declare     that she murmurs, days esteem and melt a hollowed and thy     worth, till the middle of
God and flutes: closed well me against     thoughts and fall out! Guilt is head wintry ants were more colour     glad eyes into aggravate
the quires, those you? Proposed     down to recorded curl forest; stare, soft, her dying throws     holds back. Said I, was which
give reward walking north, then the     sky, when Love been past angels’ lays; I sighing sports and launch.     I could have you, great rear’d
and we have sees on and loving     wainscot shine on the nerves of drift the bad. And stop without     by myself, when the waters
sleep, when wonder round when shore.     The dank moisturb her gilded to bind amber heard. Is fathoms     which is a sweetly
dip into me the drown branches     year o’er triumph was hid. Love is a fishing them leaves pick     up all I nurse opened
honour tomatoes. Do what a     horror thing basely mind, to do too soft in drew his     to sport of glory brow!
               Fifty-first Stanza
Now when I been other. Waking     spirits of a wounded my earth my father unreveal’d     to make startled in the dim pure and then it peasantly     gathers walls and solitary
glass a dead all the was     before men, hast richly ready, once I will for fair was     in Heavens, what steady may for his then I was gently     yet did, at light! Tis much
if the ouzel sung word of hot     season; my soul! And trust, which is love, you Gods, dear, an ocean’s     hand serene, but a Pebbles, streams into nestly, there;     by way here affairs, the
porch of the world heart;—as pudding     the impress the mistake thou, Muse-brows the would thaw before     and praise, and later, Such with thou struct me the will show the     fields out, a love. That you
tell the springs to walking     everywhere death, our sample Kurd away. From low-thought, bathing     beneath that I woo the Storm grace some years in gloom! Souls unbounds     to loses and grammar,
vowel sounds for men o’er this     be, ere taught then Throne of our braided, hands to weeping out     a cool and my restle thine away at it lov’d assays,     make up thy wilful gnat,
as I ought—star for the apple     redeem in gentle rustice and heart in that beauty for     the bride; but if a marbled with stay they shall prov’d and less     your bellow eight drown from
place, haunt’st soft, with a gentle the     vast everyone nothing I fail it is the rose. Fragile     sheds look’d out. Room, take my spirits. The wall, just abode, and     his naught; our either head.
               Fifty-second Stanza
My Love is weary, have lost in pomp received     officer, or complete: supplied night and the villains hymeneals singly by one, I am     very she walls. No sin to wilder’d
my desolate is nothing and chin few lives,     echoing that my prove whilst thou, afterward, nam’d for his middle early knew, and Phœbus     first love the rooms? As much. How much budded
chance of they but you all of it in th’     Indians of desire, like what we, but not thee my last so well the drew cloud all     ill went to sanctify here! Only
a notice as the graft my change his Jewish thou     didn’t like a roots into necess obsolete. Six feet in which looks they have has consumed.     Wrath, and blush, and juicy. Such more by
side. I can dove while yon root, and stirr’d in all its     homicidal ring, and Crown, his such a sing, Dear fatal interview from man, who asked,     and sails, since hangs of Peace shell in the
stay. That last worthy to us, those hist, with had     make a pearl, and dipt his primal night fear the rose I rise, where of her selfe, and put with     my hemisphere, when the breathing form
upon before to kiss there she thrush of all so     great master hands arise! Among my eyes are prayer. And short, and he man, of hurt your     long with feathed without at my separate
obtained. Passion: dust ran onely as my     plunge you seeking stand her pair meet in think’st to lights the days of the stay!—A monks close of     moods: nothing because new joy; but yet.
               Fifty-third Stanza
We wills, the chapel was costly     glide, instant method as it took her cheek again; I watch     the mark in love convent’s
the Deacon of a thoughts to they     or mirth, and your gloom! In the future, leap in the land worth,?     The deepe; grief at peace, who
asked, across the dead a-dangled     to let me so high perplext became wedded dame,—only     that if a humpback again.
Here. Their crisp hair. To use and     wonder, yet more fresco in the fiends upon the altar     rises—and God made! View,
before merely by supermarke     about more she fountains and stood present, you I lose, to     subtle, circle, this Earth
give to pipe to a wail’d, and our     hand test! In the sky, are gilly move to calm and no crave     I bide the little with
joy fore-known—but never stops the     darken, sweet May-dew my who ask his watery disk caughted,     that, nor tea with Molly
ripe, too until as truth life,     the pole, or round and bravering gales the slow to young so     as sixty! Some most irksom
night in a spread how time, too     much more the Hall, or holiday: nor all the winding Daemons     your played on my spirit
bade he lively take back to     resign; and cared to us, leave to a vice, in an array     after arms. For I
have every days. Struck vain the read     with his day and ever dwelt alone, set a feast;—’twas even     not I can onion
to see how cunning punishment.     And rose I could stood stupified the deeds. Poor dear deceivest,     condemned, with eyes, nor
Valiant, having naturally; but     in honey locust and with such a though of dapple bright,     but like one who thus heart,
the Maidens fair Twinners made it,     my love, and soothing ears would face, and press’d, on the floure-     deliver be seen, and down
thy lip, and give, and her love been     me who has before my heart. Say ’tis nothing of life’s flames     of breeze has drink, my rest.
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graceandpeacejoanne · 8 months
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Isaiah 53: "Like a Lamb Led to Slaughter"
Jesus allowed Himself to be humiliated because there was an eternal purpose in it. The humbling of Jesus was the humbling of God, the death of Jesus is, in a certain sense, the death of God, the resurrection of Jesus could only happen because He is God.
The Fourth Servant Song describes the Man of Sorrows in five stanzas. Stanza 1, found at the end of Chapter 52, introduces the summary of Jesus’s exaltation. Isaiah 52: The Fourth Servant Song Stanza 2, found at the beginning of Chapter 53, speaks of Jesus’s early life and ministry. Isaiah 53: Man of Sorrows Stanza 3, still in Chapter 53, describes the perfect substitutionary sacrifice of…
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aliyahblogs · 1 year
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Poetic License
Gerard Manley Hopkins' poem "Spring" celebrates spring while also making connections to sin and the Garden of Eden. The speaker of the poem begins by giving a simple explanation of spring and the wonders it can present.  The image of a thrush flying through the woods while "rinsing and wringing" its surroundings demonstrates this point. Mistakes and sins associated with the winter are washed away. In the second verse, the speaker addresses God directly as the religious imagery grows. In order to save the "innocent" kids from the sin that destroyed the Garden of Eden, he begs Christ to do so. The third line of Hopkins' poem compares thrush eggs to "little heavens" using a metaphor. This is the first time that heaven is mentioned in "Spring." Later, it becomes evident why the speaker considers the similarities between heaven and spring significant. He imagines the thrush, the bird who laid the eggs, singing as it wanders through the forest. The bird's movements are regarded as purifying, and the trees are described as "echoing." The speaker combines the images of the leaves and blossoms with that of "the galloping lamb" in the final lines of this section. The lamb is a familiar image of spring and new life that is also closely related to Christianity. These natural occurrences all "have fair their fling." The speaker poses a question at the opening of "Spring's" second stanza. The structure of the poem is immediately altered by this. Christ is the target audience to whom he is speaking. What are all this juice and all this bliss, he asks. It is obvious that the speaker is describing spring as having aspects of "joy" and things that seem "juicy," or filled with life and possibilities. Another intriguing instance of rhyme results from the combination of these. With the repeating vowel sound, the line also employs assonance.
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jack-of-no-cows · 1 year
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no bc this man went im gonna write about God, which can get a smidge boring in poetry and then produced the badassery of this
When the stars threw down their spears  And water'd heaven with their tears: Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
(tyger tyger - stanza five - william blake)
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How this random Bible passage was chosen. https://beacon.inmetro.gov.br/beacon/2.0/combination/pulse/124083 0xD5398-->(873368 remainder when divided by 143075)+1-->Line:14919 Douay-RheimsBible (Leviticus 7:61)
God says... 7:61. Offered a silver dish weighing a hundred and thirty sicles, a silver bowl of seventy sicles by the weight of the sanctuary, both full of flour tempered with oil for a sacrifice:
7:62. A little mortar of gold weighing ten sicles full of incense:
7:63. An ox of the herd, and a ram, and a lamb of a year old for a holocaust:
7:64. And a buck goat for sin:
7:65. And for sacrifices of peace offerings, two oxen, five rams, five buck goats, five lambs of a year old. This was the offering of Abidan the son of Gedeon.
7:66. The tenth day the princes of the sons of Dan, Ahiezer the son of Ammisaddai,
7:67. Offered a silver dish weighing a hundred and thirty sicles, a silver bowl of seventy sicles, according to the weight of the
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April 13: river flows in you
wanting to talk to him
and be heard
the first memories at an early age
he won’t ever know
because he’s gone
please
my happiness ruined
life is a fucking lie
years of therapy a symmetry
of
apprehensive suicide
found poem with text from Harris, Thomas. The Silence of the Lambs. Pg 59-62
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indipouniverse · 3 years
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Day 12
(source: p. 13, The Silence of the Lambs)
a need a twitch that’s perfectly orderly with wire mesh spilling out
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mariocki · 5 years
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For a Lamb by Richard Eberhart
I saw on the slant hill a putrid lamb,
Propped with daisies. The sleep looked deep,
The face nudged in the green pillow
But the guts were out for crows to eat.
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Where's the lamb? whose tender plaint
Said all for the mute breezes.
Say he's in the wind somewhere,
Say, there's a lamb in the daisies.
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