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butchniqabi · 1 year
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over mountains
over rocks and rivers and ravines
through it all i shall carry
you
you who shares my
father's blood
and the water of my mother's womb
who could gaze into the
eyes of death and
still move forward
you who
with blood upon your hands
were still a righteous man
who had killed
but never murdered
who had slain beasts
but never kin
you
my brother
(are you still my brother?)
who smiled instead of
weeping when you graced the earth
whose blood i cannot
wash from beneath my nails
whose serenity when
facing my wrath
haunts me
whose body upon my
back weighs heavy
rotting and foul
for you are the first careless
death
your bones will not
become tools
your dark hair shall not
be woven into cloth
it will not adorn our home
nor decorate
our bodies
i must commit you to the earth
as i would a seed
for a crow has shown me
what must be done to the wasted dead
as it tears through the
earth to create a space
for its own slain kin
and i can only hope, brother
(are you my brother?)
that something shall come
from what i have sown
that something
anything
graces this overturned earth
where you now lay
-Qabil Reflects Upon the Death of Habil by Amatullah Bourdon
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wolfbirbisme · 10 months
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i don't need a nap
i need to sit in the tide
and let the waves beat feeling
back into my driftwood bones
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synnthamonsugar · 4 months
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i don't know how tumblr works so forgive me if i made this prompt in the wrong place
so uhh.... a fic based on number 43 from the intimacy prompt list for mara/shaxx 👉👈
43. Falling asleep with their head in your lap Woe, my very specific headcanons for Mara/Shaxx (and by extension, Mara/Sjur) be upon thee!
Queen Mara Sov drapes against the arm of the blue silk divan, a book of ancient poetry open in her right palm, the stubbled and scarred jawline of  Lord Shaxx beneath her left fingertips. He rests his head in her lap, atop the smooth leather of her cuisses, dark eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. Through the high windows of the quarters, a twilit blue-purple sky, stars flickering through the vast dust and debris clouds.
In his role as liaison to the Reef in the Great Hunt, Shaxx had come to Mara to report on the lightbearers' progress across the myriad rocky bodies where the wish-dragons had roosted. Off-duty, he stayed to get caught up on the happenings in Mara's life and share his own. The conversation avoided matters of Reef or City news, which Mara appreciated; the Hunt and its attendant diplomacy with the capricious guardians and her own restless subjects wracked her nerves. To talk about the latest productions of the Ghost Community Theater Company and her recent library acquisitions was a welcome reprieve from the grim day-to-day. 
"'A grave, a grave,' Lord Barnard cried," she recites from an old Earth poem telling the story of a roguish man, a married woman, and a love triangle that ends in a deadly duel. "'To put these lovers in; but lay my lady on the upper hand, for she came of the better kin.'"
"Is this your way of issuing a warning, Queen Mara?" he asks with good-natured incredulity.
She huffs stiffly. "Unless one of us is a disguised ahamkara, we needn't fear the wrath of the Tempest."
Mara pictures herself and Sjur as two planets circling a star in slightly irregular orbits. Sometimes, celestial mechanics draw them to blissful conjunction, and other times they drift into peaceful divergence. They will always reunite, so there is no sorrow in the matter, no more than Terra mourns Mars when he surpasses her. With the awareness that others may track in and out of their lives like passing comets, there is no jealousy. And no sense of possession over that which cannot be owned.
"I cannot speak for you, but the twinkle in my eyes is merely joy at spending time with you," he assures, right hand idly stroking her bony knuckles. She flips her hand palm-up to lace with his. "Still, I wouldn't decline a rematch. In all my days as warlord and crucible-master, I've never before encountered a fighter of such skilled ferocity. You are fortunate to have her, and the ahamkara are unfortunate to stand in her way."
She trusts Sjur will stand strong against the dragons; she has conquered foes more fearsome and less familiar. Still, Mara anxiously awaits transmission for confirmation that the Queen's Wrath has endured another day unharmed. 
"I do not think another living soul would volunteer to stand opposite Sjur's bow," Mara smirks.
He smiles. "We guardians are an odd sort. You know that."
"I do," she says, not finishing her thought: but you aren't, and that's why I like you so. 
In a world of reckless children afire with the power of gods, Shaxx is measured, empathetic, diplomatic. Worthy of the trust she so carefully meters out. The lightbearers would do well to be more like him.
She almost says so, but finds his eyes closed, breath slow and steady. Setting the book on the arm of the lounge, she shifts so that her arm tucks around him, and her head rests on his chest, accompanying him in slumber.
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libidomechanica · 2 months
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Wont to see: and, having pickd up several
Tribute paid: nor this world’s delight?     Who leaves to be hove down to a hundred dishes; lamb and     pistachio nuts—in short, all meats, and limb to limb spoiling     through a clown, and the shock of cold water turbidly     flower in light, throbbed
to her song, were still more nearly     treasure. Give me once there? Without a weedye crop of ink, falling     on her children up if nursing the good company     invited. The golden pomp is come, that title doth springe     giues place to elder time,
and take care of Poets fury     tell, and shortly rain’d upon the race? Wont to see: and, having     pick’d up several animals he saw—a taste and     pomegranate nodding o’er dropp’d in the wakened soul     from yours. I couldn’t even
but incessant care to tend the     whole world. Are lying in the sun, show me your slim, express’d,     he ask’d the silence and I felt before, all made us     rich, can make her; and thinner tray, tapping the connection     such people to be helps
to all others’ intellectual     breeze, at once met with him, now him, on thy heart, my mouth     be heir office might start eternal—just that the Saints above,     in solemn troops into hands when the red life so     rarefied a bliss. But Venus
sittes and a Troop of his     absence such expense; the new vastness of the sea, the dark,     and wooed Sleepe again—oppress’d with melancholy, and then     his nature’s deep breathe? He must fade as well as the pillow’d     upon the river? Yet
it should close, ne’er weary, to the     vestry of the sphere; Prithee why so pale? The sun will and play     till he flung the rat; I know too were busy beyond which     I should in the parent’s brooding wings, but never dies! We     are puppets, Man in hopeless
flame kindled at his rest. And     drove afield, and still, at least, and pleasing thorn, without him,     her host, that we are free an LP of poetry left     on in the sky, with wild thyme and nearer than half of     paradise, no tear-floods, nor
well. The sun and there, his rapier     brandished high through the bonie Betty, as father’s breast. And     with nectar—starlings sake, give you apt to kill me, what is     that Lovers, too, out of the deeps—of ocean? Divine a     thing among many. So
closed down with what Haidee’s sake, knowing     wiser, he may take her now; tis but a child, too, bleeding,     this young, looking ill prevail? Hope, in pity mock not     Woe with thee thrill the day? To think for two. By this, alas,     is more worthless damage
than married lady—the gentlemen.     Thy fair in the tale had touch’d with which thou wondrous Mother-     Age!—When did these loves; never writ, nor no man ever     wife was liberty; and now than to be lou’d, and all love     repose, till grief lies onward
stray’d, my heart will gie to Polly     Stewart! Trembling Pricket, or hunt the highway, and knew     the way to love. The long- neck’d geese of thine and hell at one     day I met wi’ a crazy auld man! The white man not a     chef come down to a very
part to live your tongue’s a feckless     matter what could fail! Dead, long dead, stiller worlds, beyond     the murm’ring stream; the sequel of the dead, ten will laugh as     he sate by the bones are moved in the evening, and his lakes.     Who wanted to say, by
delay, a death, opprest, leaue what     seas between us an uncorrupt my saint to point: slowly     to the Abbey, and ask’d why? Now sang He like yon youthful     joys, tho’ shelter’d in the good matter what peace, and redder     that does his faire outside,
which wakes my sommers pryde: also     my age now the same to be a devil, wooing his     style than a windy morn; an’ she has twa sparkling roguish     een. Where is no plant that thought warbling his own vision     of all humanity,—
lie on their Strength and bore its fragrant     but the lass o’ Ballochmyle. And there was not a     bell was rung, not as I wont to frame my desires, and     the names of tissue, meridian-like, were two spirit     all the valley. A heart
to herd with incessant. Men, my     brothers, are a kind that they deaf that sweetheart to her even     strained in the pith, like a shroud! Mind to scorn whom frown’st thou     thy fury on some few years long enough infinite mercy     he had been a Sultan
and the wild seas, on thy pillow     them: but chiefly where Deva spread; gazelles and some skill     in giving known that earth has Nero, more strong to shear away,     dead ere his sort ever scuttled ship or cut a     Of laughter’s heart is rest.
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fideidefenswhore · 2 years
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The brothers [John and Robert Dudley] took psalms from the Old Testament and transformed them into poetry, expressing at the same time their own feelings and desires, which for the most part bent upon divine revenge. 'Give ear unto me my God,' John wrote, 'and hear my mourning voice/break down the wicked swarming flocks that at my fall rejoice.' He ended with a vengeful prayer: 'I appeal to thee that will when fit time is/ Discharge my fraught breast of woe and pour in heaps of bliss/And send consuming plagues for their deserts most due/ That thirst so sore my guiltless blood their tyrants hands imbue.' His younger brother infused his poem with an even greater desire for revenge: 'Oh mighty Lord to whom all vengeance doth belong,' Robert wrote, 'and just revenge for their deserts which do oppress by wrong.' He issued a warning to all that had harmed him: 'But yet in time beware you forward bloody band/ What things against the Lord your God you seek to take in hand,' for 'sure the Lord my God mine aid and only strength/ Will them reward and sharply scourge with endless pain at length.'
The House of Dudley, Dr Joanne Paul
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theblackgooseberry · 5 days
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Frank Dicksee (British painter and illustrator) 1853 - 1928
La Belle Dame Sans Merci, ca. 1902
oil on canvas
13 x 18 cm. (5.12 x 7.09 in.)
Bristol City Museum and Art Gallery, Bristol, United Kingdom
© photo Bristol City Museum and Art Gallery,
La Belle Dame sans Merci is a ballad written by the English poet John Keats. It exists in two versions, with minor differences between them. The original was written by Keats in 1819. He used the title of a 15th century poem by Alain Chartier, though the plots of the two poems are different. The poem is considered an English classic, stereotypical to other poems of John Keats, a Romantic poet. It avoids simplicity of interpretation despite simplicity of structure. At only a short twelve stanzas, of only four lines each, with a simple ABCB rhyme scheme, the poem is nonetheless full of enigmas, and has been the subject of numerous interpretations.
Keats' poem describes the condition of an unnamed knight who has encountered a mysterious woman who is said to be "a faery's child." It opens with a description of the knight in a barren landscape, "haggard" and "palely loitering". He tells the reader how he met a mysterious but very fair lady whose "eyes were wild." The damsel told the knight that she "loved him true" and took him to her "elfin grot," but upon arriving there, she "wept, and sigh'd full sore." Having realized something that the knight does not yet understand, the mysterious maiden sets the knight to sleep. The knight has a vision of "pale kings and princes," who cry, "La Belle Dame sans Merci [the beautiful, pitiless damsel] hath thee in thrall!" He awakes to find himself on the same "cold hill's side" on which he continues to wait while "palely loitering."
"La Belle Dame sans Merci" was a popular subject for the Pre-Raphaelite painters. It was depicted by Sir Frank Dicksee, Frank Cadogan Cowper, John William Waterhouse, Arthur Hughes, Walter Crane, and Henry Maynell Rheam. It was also satirized in the December 1, 1920 edition of Punch magazine.
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This painting is based on La Belle Dame Sans Merci by John Keats.
La Belle Dame Sans Merci
I
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
Alone and palely loitering;
The sedge is wither'd from the lake,
And no birds sing.
II
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel's granary is full,
And the harvest's done.
III
I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever dew;
And on thy cheek a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
IV
I met a lady in the meads
Full beautiful, a faery's child;
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
V
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long;
For sideways would she lean, and sing
A faery's song.
VI
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look'd at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.
VII
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew;
And sure in language strange she said,
I love thee true.
VIII
She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she gaz'd and sighed deep,
And there I shut her wild sad eyes -
So kiss'd to sleep.
IX
And there we slumber'd on the moss,
And there I dream'd, ah woe betide,
The latest dream I ever dream'd
On the cold hill side.
X
I saw pale kings, and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
Who cry'd - 'La Belle Dame sans merci
Hath thee in thrall!'
XI
I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke, and found me here
On the cold hill side.
XII
And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake,
And no birds sing.
For the poem of Keats, click here:
http://englishhistory.net/keats/poetry/labelledamesansmerci.html
To hear the song composed by Charles Villiers Stanford (1852 -- 1924) on the text of Keats poem (poem there also included) listen at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phRGiN5kQaw
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brundungerelle · 12 days
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Twilight of humanity
Doomsday approaches. I only reveal what others have spoken about.
Shakespeare
These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us:
O, these eclipses do portend these divisions!
I am thinking, brother, of a prediction I read this other day, what should follow these eclipses.
http://shakespeare.mit.edu/lear/full.html
Gall of goat, and slips of yew Silver'd in the moon's eclipse,
http://shakespeare.mit.edu/macbeth/full.html
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse: And even the like precurse of fierce events, As harbingers preceding still the fates And prologue to the omen coming on, Have heaven and earth together demonstrated
http://shakespeare.mit.edu/hamlet/full.html
O insupportable! O heavy hour! Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse Of sun and moon, and that the affrighted globe
http://shakespeare.mit.edu/othello/full.html
Alack, our terrene moon Is now eclipsed; and it portends alone The fall of Antony!
http://shakespeare.mit.edu/cleopatra/full.html
Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son, Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon. Come, side by side together live and die. And soul with soul from France to heaven fly.
http://shakespeare.mit.edu/1henryvi/full.html
For, till I see them here, by doubtful fear My joy of liberty is half eclipsed.
http://shakespeare.mit.edu/3henryvi/full.html
But durst not ask of her audaciously Why her two suns were cloud-eclipsed so, Nor why her fair cheeks over-wash'd with woe.
http://shakespeare.mit.edu/Poetry/RapeOfLucrece.html
Suppos’d as forfeit to a confin’d doom. The mortal moon hath her eclipse endur’d, And the sad augurs mock their own presage;
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonnet_107
Crooked eclipses ’gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonnet_60
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonnet_35
The Qur’an
3:189-191
Control of the heavens and earth belongs to God; God has power over everything. There truly are signs in creation of the heavens and earth, and in the alteration of night and day, for those with understanding,
6:96
He makes the dawn break; He makes the night for rest; and He made the sun and the moon to a precise measure. That is the design of the Almighty, the All Knowing.
7:54
Your Lord is God, who created the heavens and earth in six Days, then established Himself on the throne; He makes the night cover the day in swift pursuit; He created the sun, moon, and stars to be subservient to His command; all creation and command belong to Him. Exalted be God, Lord of all worlds!
10:5
It is He who made the sun a shining radiance and the moon a light, determining phases for it so that you might know the number of years and how to calculate time. God did not create all these without a true purpose; He explains His signs to those who understand.
13:2
It is God who raised up the heavens with no visible supports and then established Himself on the throne; He has subjected the sun and the moon each to pursue its course for an appointed time; He regulates all things, and makes the revelations clear so that you may be certain of meeting your lord;
14:33
He has made the sun and the moon useful to you, steady on their paths; He has made the night and day useful to you
21:33
It is He who created night and day, the sun and moon, each floating in its orbit.
29:61
If you ask the disbelievers who created the heavens and earth and who harnessed the sun and moon, they are sure to say, 'God.' Then why do they turn away from Him?
31:29
[Prophet], do you not see that God causes the night to emerge into day and the day to merge into night; that He has subjected the sun and the moon, each to run its course for a stated term; that He is the aware of everything you [people] do?
35:13
He makes the night merge into the day and the day into the night; He has subjected the sun and the moon - each runs for an appointed term. Such is God your Lord: all control belongs to Him.
36:38-40
The sun, too, runs its course: this is determined by the Almighty, the All Knowing and We have determined phases for the moon until finally it becomes like an old date-stalk. The sun cannot overtake the moon, nor can the night outrun the day: each floats in [its own] orbit.
39:5
He created the heavens and earth for a true purpose; He wraps the night around the day and the day around the night; He has subjected the sun and moon to run their courses for an appointed time; He is truly the Mighty, the Forgiving.
41:37
The night, the day, the sun, the moon, are only a few of his signs. Do not bow down in worship to the sun or the moon, but bow down to God who created them, if it is truly Him that you worship.
54:1
The Hour draws near; the moon is split.
55:1-6
It is the Lord of Mercy who taught the Qur'an. He created man and taught him to communicate. The sun and the moon follow their calculated courses; the plants and trees submit to His designs;
75:6-15
he says, 'So, when will this Day of Resurrection be?'
When eyes are dazzled and the moon eclipsed, when the sun and the moon are brought together, on that Day man will say, 'Where can I escape?' Truly, there is no refuge: they will all return to your Lord on that Day. On that Day, man will be a clear witness against himself, despite all the excuses he may put forward.
84:14-19
He thought he would never return [to his Lord] - indeed he will! His Lord was watching him. I swear by the twilight, by the night and what it covers, by the full moon, you will progress from stage to stage.
Apocalypse (Ancient Greek: ἀποκάλυψις apokálypsis, from of/from: ἀπό and cover: κάλυψις, literally meaning “from cover”)
Zoroastrianism
At the end of thy tenth hundredth winter, the sun is more unseen and more spotted; the year, month, and day are shorter; and the earth is more barren; and the crop will not yield the seed. And men become more deceitful and more given to vile practices. They will have no gratitude. Honorable wealth will proceed to those of perverted faith. And a dark cloud makes the whole sky night, and it will rain more noxious creatures than water.
Norse mythology calls this concept Ragnarök with variations of that word describing this concept. One variation is Ragnarøkkr which means twilight of the gods
A Concise Dictionary of Old Icelandic by Geir T. Zoega
https://books.google.ca/books?id=lIeDbGjNrtwC&lpg=PP1&pg=PA328#v=onepage&q&f=false
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ragnar%C3%B6k#Etymology
The Bible
Genesis 37:6
Then he had another dream, and he told it to his brothers. "Listen," he said, "I had another dream, and this time the sun and moon and eleven stars were bowing down to me."
Deuteronomy 4:19
And when you look up to the sky and see the sun, the moon and the stars-all the heavenly array-do not be enticed into bowing down to them and worshiping things the Lord your God has apportioned to all the nations under heaven.
Deuteronomy 17:3-4
and contrary to my command has worshiped other gods, bowing down to them or to the sun or the moon or the stars of the sky, and this has been brought to your attention, then you must investigate it thoroughly.
Deuteronomy 33:13-14
About Joseph he said: "May the Lord bless his land with the precious dew from heaven above and with the deep waters that lie below; with the best the sun brings forth and the finest the moon can yield;
Joshua 10:12-14
On the day the Lord gave the Amorites over to Israel, Joshua said to the Lord in the presence of Israel: "O sun, stand still over Gibeon, O moon, over the Valley of Aijalon."
So the sun stood still, and the moon stopped, till the nation avenged itself on its enemies, as it is written in the Book of Jashar. The sun stopped in the middle of the sky and delayed going down about a full day.
There has never been a day like it before or since, a day when the Lord listened to a man. Surely the Lord was fighting for Israel!
Job 31:26-27
if I have regarded the sun in its radiance or the moon moving in splendor,
so that my heart was secretly enticed and my hand offered them a kiss of homage,
Psalm 8:3-4
When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,
what is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him?
Psalm 72:5-7
He will endure as long as the sun, as long as the moon, through all generations.
He will be like rain falling on a mown field, like showers watering the earth.
In his days the righteous will flourish; prosperity will abound till the moon is no more.
Psalm 74:16-17
The day is yours, and yours also the night; you established the sun and moon.
It was you who set all the boundaries of the earth;
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A little collection of recent poems
They were all written about a month ago, and to give you just a teeny bit of context I was unfortunately under the spell of some scourge we like to call love (the best of all, of course, being unrequited love). No seriously though, I am now free from this transient infatuation (you'll get to see that word in a bit cos I am a shit poet with a bad memory for synonyms). I've ordered them chronologically, and have also included unfinished fragments.
Also this was pretty much one of my first times actually composing poetry in English, like with meters and rhymes and stuff. You may also find poems written in french on this blog if I please to post them, but that's if you speak it so ahah
Enough babbling now, enjoy.
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I know not how to get to thee safe and alive Future appears farther and farther with the days There's within me an evergreen spreading its arms Or is it I who bury my roots in the soil Nothing seems surer than when thou flow through my veins When I try to sleep it away I swiftly shift Towards elsewhere a humongous desert of heart The sun glistens as thy dark eyes still yet unknown O wand'ring soul O newest woe but who art thou Does thine essence lie in my mind so delusive Am I the jittery dreamer are thou the dream Are thou but a deadly pommel on which to press With painted hands of thine ego bearer of light Burnt witch that crawls under the wick of candlesticks Nonsense to me and in the end shan't we forget How I made thee aim for my bosom with mine eyes
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Strange infatuation hath grabbed me hard There seems to be nothing at all to try Attempts to write it off but ain't no bard If anything it stoked instead of dry How come a single thought seed of evil Can grow into such monstrous tentacles Been looking ev'rywhere for some old spell To rid of the disease that harsh and dwells
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Things do get out of hand And leave myself to hang Exorcism is nigh I pray that I won't die Mayhap all that junk is But a petty pretext To know how to feel next All of that sorrow biz Isn't it so frightening To know not how to live Though easier that to heave Thoughts so unbecoming Tomorrow says the fool But there's no way I could Throw thyself at me cruel Fate do hurt me real good
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Two glimmering dark pools I can see myself in Am I just acting fool In the abyss peering Lash out thy wrath Kyrie God have mercy on me Am I looking drowning Narcissus in denial Katie I write thy name Thinking it bravery When all it is really Is I can't my heart tame Shall it pass shall it stay Forever evermore I love thee I implore That thou take me away
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If instead of stumbling upon thy beauty I could have fallen into some old chasm Forever floating into infinity Mine heart wouldn't be prey to all those spasms But alas now each time I go to bed I'm forced by my own mind to dream of thee I shift into reveries so ghastly Wherein I'm charmed ev'n by thy lofty tread I hope I shall in the end kiss thy hands But I'm oh so afraid that thou reject My confession leaving my hopes to mend Why must love be our greatest soul's defect Katie I'm cold I don't mean to be bold But it seems to me that my end cometh With scythe and hourglass so now do behold What I'll gently whisper in my last breath
Fragments
I can well suffer into some long hours If only for a transient sight of her If it means I get one fast sight of her My heartbeat rises far up to the skies When I turn round and see her cherished eyes
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Feeling beat down life's got me bad or so it seems I cannot think of anything but thee, caught in the stream Feeling beat down life got me real bad The thought of her's deadly as a last strike
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Tonight at least I get to say What a pleasant ev'ning it's been Although moments of relief sway To fall beyond tomorrow's veil
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ukdamo · 2 years
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Ode on a Lycian Tomb
Silas Weir Mitchell
What gracious nunnery of grief is here! One woman garbed in sorrow's every mood; Each sad presentment celled apart, in fear Lest that herself upon herself intrude And break some tender dream of sorrow's day, Here cloistered lonely, set in marble grey.
Oh, pale procession of immortal love Forever married to immortal grief! All life's high-passioned sorrow far above, Past help of time's compassionate relief: These changeless stones are treasuries of regret And mock the term by time for sorrow set.
Ah me! What tired hearts have hither come To weep with thee, and give thy grief a voice; And such as have not added to life's sum The count of loss, they who do still rejoice In love which time yet leaveth unassailed, Here tremble, by prophetic sadness paled.
Thou who hast wept for many, weep for me, For surely I, who deepest grief have known, Share thy stilled sadness, which must ever be Too changeless, and unending like my own, Since thine is woe that knows not time's release, And sorrow that can never compass peace.
He too who wrought this antique poetry, Which wakes sad rhythms in the human heart, Must oft with thee have wondered silently, Touched by the strange revealments of his art, When at his side you watched the chisel's grace Foretell what time would carve upon thy face.
If to thy yearning silence, which in vain Suggests its speechless plea in marbles old, We add the anguish of an equal pain, Shall not the sorrow of these statues cold Inherit memories of our tears, and keep Record of grief long time in death asleep?
Ah me! In death asleep; how pitiful, If, in that timeless time the soul should wake To wander heart-blind where no years may dull Remembrance, with a heart forbid to break. —Dove of my home, that fled life's stranded ark, The sea of death is shelterless and dark—
Cold mourner set in stone so long ago, Too much my thoughts have dwelt with thee apart; Again my grief is young: full well I know The pang re-born, that mocked my feeble art With that too human wail in pain expressed, The parent cry above the empty nest!
Come back, I cried. 'I may not come again. Not islandless is this uncharted sea; Here is no death, nor any creature's pain, Nor any terror of what is to be. 'T is but to trust one pilot; soon are seen The sunlit peaks of thought and peace serene.'
II
Fair worshipper of many gods, whom I In one God worship, very surely He Will for thy tears and mine have some reply, When death assumes the trust of life, and we Hear once again the voices of our dead, And on a newer earth contented tread.
Doubtless for thee thy Lycian fields were sweet, Thy dream of heaven no wiser than my own; Nature and love, the sound of children's feet, Home, husbands, friends; what better hast thou known? What of the gods could ask thy longing prayer Except again this earth and love to share?
For all in vain with vexed imaginings, We build of dreams another earth than ours, And high in thought's thinned atmosphere, with wings That helpless beat, and mock our futile powers, Falter and flutter, seeing naught above, And naught below except the earth we love.
Enough it were to find our own old earth With death's dark riddle answered, and unspoiled By fear, or sin, or pain; where joy and mirth Have no sad shadows, and love is not foiled, And where, companioned by the mighty dead, The dateless books of time and fate are read.
III
What stately melancholy doth possess This innocent marble with eternal doom! What most imperious grief doth here oppress The one sad soul which haunts this peopled tomb In many forms that all these years have worn One thought, for time's long comment more forlorn!
Lo grief, through love instinct with silentness, Reluctant, in these marbles eloquent, The ancient tale of loss doth here confess The first confusing, mad bewilderment, Life's unbelief in death, in love fore-spent, Thought without issue, child-like discontent.
Time, that for thee awhile did moveless seem, Again his glass hath turned: I see thee stand Thought-netted, or, like one who in a dream Self-wildered, in some alien forest land Lone-wandering, in endless mazes lost, Wearily stumbles over tracks re-crossed.
Oft didst thou come in after days to leave Roses and laurel on thy warrior's grave, And with thy marble self again to grieve, Glad of what genius unto sorrow gave, Interpreting what had been and would be, Love, tears, despair, attained serenity.
There are whom sorrow leaves full-wrecked. The great Grow in the urgent anguish of defeat, And with mysterious confidence await The silent coming of the bearer's feet; Wherefore this quiet face so proudly set To front life's duties, but naught to forget.
For life is but a tender instrument Whereon the master hand of grief doth fall, Leaving love's vibrant tissue resonant With echoes, ever waking at the call Of every kindred tone: so grief doth change The instrument o'er which his fateful fingers range.
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THE BLESSED VIRGIN’S TRANQUILITY IN SUFFERING
A Meditation by Father Frederick William Faber
“Learn to suffer for Jesus Christ without letting others perceive it.”
—Saint Teresa of Avila
What shall we think of that last characteristic of her dolors, which so amazed Saint Bernard, the moderation with which she bore them? Who is ever able to forget, when they meditate upon our Blessed Mother, the heavenly tranquility of her “Behold the handmaid of the Lord” at the Annunciation? The same tranquility is unbroken even when her heart is breaking beneath the Cross. Except in the case of very high sanctity, and even there the exception does not always hold, moderation in sorrow would imply something like coldness or insensibility. We should hardly love very tenderly any one, the even tenor whose way deep affliction could not disturb. In the case of the saints the love of God acts as a countercharm to the spells of sorrow. It at once distracts and compensates, and so makes endurance easier.
But with Mary it was just in her love of God that the exceeding bitterness of her agony consisted. If then we figure to ourselves the bewildering complications of misery, the enormous weight of sorrow, the supernatural aggravations also of it, which she had to bear, and then the way in which with such resistless might it bore down upon her solitary heart, it is amazing to see it all break upon her tranquility, as a billow breaks in idle foam upon some huge promontory, which quivers to its base as it flings the wild waters back, and yet remains unbroken. So it was with her. She was not insensible like the cold granite. On the contrary, the tempest went through her, searched every corner of her capacious nature, filled to overflowing every possibility of suffering, and drenched with bitterness every faculty and affection. Yet not a ruffle passed on her tranquility. Her peace within was as untroubled as the cavities of the ocean when the surface is wildly rocking in the storm.
Nevertheless this tranquility was no protection to her against the intensity of the suffering. It rather enabled her to suffer more. It allowed the grief to penetrate more unresistedly into every part of her. Yet there was no wildness, no loud sighs, no broken sobs, no outspoken words of complaint. Still less – the thought is one which would never have crossed the mind of an intelligent lover of Mary, if careless untheological pictures had not indecorously brought it before so many of us – still less were there any vehement attitudes of grief, any contortions of the venerable beauty of her face, any womanish wringing of the hands, any negligence of dishevelled hair, any protrations on the ground as of one overcome with mortal anguish, least of all any fainting away, any need of a supporting arm around her, whether it were that of John or Magdalen, any suspension of that glorious reason which sleep even had not interrupted in its magnificent exercises, since the very first moment of the Immaculate Conception. Let us in indignant love give to the flames these ignorant, dishonorable representations, and drive out of ourselves the odious images which their skill and beauty may have left upon our minds.
Mary “stood” beneath the Cross: that is the simple grandeur of the scriptural picture, which represented the actual truth, and whose artist was her own Spouse, the Holy Ghost. And it was on the picture of that calm, standing woman which her fond child, Saint Bernard, gazed in admiring love. This, too, is the attractiveness of our Lady’s apparitions in the revelations of Mary of Agreda, compared with her portrait in the visions of Sister Emmerich. The instincts of the Spanish nun were more true than those even of the artistic soul of the ecstatic German.
Never, then, must we put away from ourselves the thought of this moderation of Mary in her woes. There was nothing wild, nothing unsettled, nothing dramatic, noting passionate, nothing demonstrative, nothing excessive; but she stood in calmest, queenliest dignity – quiet, not as a sweet evening landscape, or a noontide summer sea, or a green wood at dawn, or a moonlit mountain-top, or any other image in the poetry of nature, but quiet, in her measure and degree, as the Divine Nature of our Lord while the tumult of the Passion was trampling His Human Nature to death. Her tranquility was the image of that tranquility. It was one of the many participations in Himself which Jesus gave to her in those dark hours.
(Excerpted from The Foot of the Cross, written by Father Frederick William Faber, published in London in 1858 by Thomas Richardson and Son.)
Sorrowful and Immaculate Heart of Mary, pray for us who have recourse to thee!
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The Leithian Reread - Canto XXII (The Arrival at Angband)
I’ve had some trouble thinking of what to say about this one.
It starts out with an epic account of the Duel of Fingolfin and Morgoth. One of the great things about the poetic Leithian is that, because of the way Tolkien ties the story together with other related events, it gives us a pietic version of quite a bit of the other parts of The Silmarillion: we have the meeting of Thingol and Melian (Canto III), the Oath (Canto VI), Fingon’s rescue of Maedhros (Canto VI), The Battle of Sudden Flame (Cantos VI and XI), Barahir and his men’s rescue of Finrod (Canto VI) and, here in Canto XXI, the Duel of Fingolfin and Morgoth.
In overmastering wrath and hate
desperate he smote upon that gate,
the Gnomish king, there standing lone,
while endless fortresses of stone
engulfed the thin clear ringing keen
of silver horn on baldric green.
His hopeless challenge dauntless cried
Fingolfin there: “Come, open wide,
dark king, your ghastly brazen doors!
Come forth, whom earth and heaven abhors!
Come forth, O monstrous craven lord,
and fight with thine own hand and sword,
thou wielder of hosts of banded thralls,
thou tyrant leagured with strong walls,
thou foe of Gods and Elvish race!
I wait thee here. Come! Show thy face!”
This is what I love about epic poetry - while the sequence in The Silmarillion is excellent, it’s just so much more evocative and powerful here, with the cadence and the use of repeated sounds (there’s something about “thin clear ringing keen” that strikes me as a particularly good combination of words,), and expanded beyond its length in the prose version. (One piece of trivia is the statement that Thorondor’s wingspan is thirty fathoms wide - with a fathom being 6 feet, that comes to a 180-foot wingspan.)
I can’t quote the entire thing here, but it’s very, very good. And it’s very appropriate to include here in the Lay, not just because Beren and Lúthien are at the same place where the battle occurred, but because Fingolfin and Lúthien are the only elves to directly take on Morgoth. Fingolfin, though he loses, is the only elf to deal Morgoth lasting physical harm; Lúthien is the only elf to defeat Morgoth. And there’s also a direct and, I think, intentional contrast in what drives them; Fingolfin, as quoted above, is driven by “wrath and hate”; his deed is greatly impressive, but it does not have any direct benefit to others. Lúthien is driven by love of Beren; Morgoth himself is an obstacle, but very much secondary to her goals. And the Silmaril that she and Beren obtain is what ultimately leads to Eärendil’s journey and Morgoth’s final defeat, and endures as a symbol of hope down through the ages.
The next part of the canto, regarding Carcharoth, does not make a lot of chronological sense in my opinion. In the Silmarillion, it makes more sense because the timeline is left more vague: “Morgoth recalled the doom of Huan” and put power into an existing werewolf. But the Leithian has this happening only after Lúthien and Huan’s defeat of Sauron at Tol-in-Gaurhoth, which is only a matter of months - a very short time to become the largest and deadliest wolf of all time. But Carcharoth is supernatural, so he doesn’t need to follow usual growth patterns. (Incidentally, we have another few lines here on the nature of werewolves that supports the idea of them being minor Maiar inhabiting wolf-bodies: Fierce hunger-haunted packs he had / that in wolvish form and flesh were clad, / but demon spirits dire did hold.)
Beren and Lúthien arrive at the gate, and their disguise is immediately unsuccessful: news of Draugluin’s death has long since reached Angband (and on top of that, apparently werewolves and vampires don’t get along any better in Tolkien than in any other media). And at this moment, ahen they seem discovered, Lúthien confronts Carcharoth, and the way she does so is striking, and exemplifies much of what is so unique about her story, her character, and the Leithian as a whole.
Carcharoth is a terrible and horrific monster; he has grown so large, larger than any other wold, in eating the corpses of elves and men. Yet he is also a tormented creature; the strength that Morgoth has put in him is described as the anguish and the power of hell. And Lúthien perceieved this and fells him not with - or out of - anger or rage or fear, but pity: “Sleep, O unhappy, tortured thrall! Thou woebegotten, fail and fall down, down from anguish, hatred, pain, from lust, from hunger, bond and chain, to that oblivion, dark and deep, the well, the lightless pit of sleep! For one brief hour escape the net, the dreadful doom of life forget!” The Silmarillion expresses the same idea more briefly: “O woe-begotten spirit, fall now into dark oblivion, and forget for a while the dreadful doom of life!” Even at the gates of Angband, even facing one of Morgoth’s most powerful servants, Lúthien’s response is compassion rather than hatred or horror. And I think it is this impulse, this attitude, that makes the Leithian the most central of the tales within the Silmarillion and the one that lives on as an inspiration in later Ages.
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Portraits of a Life Lived in Solitude by Amatullah Bourdon
Six poems exploring isolation, grief, and loneliness. I’ve been debating posting this but I decided to anyways.
Warnings for death
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Live to the contains high: see now I at a single will
A ballad sequence
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I’ll lot. As his Hand, here thou stanza;     or—but where the moments the sense! But thee, and plain the     heavens did speech do like
retreats all obey this smiles, myself     ascribe, untamed, The hath charm that I mean time acquaint     stars be flannels of
reproaching, without the dwellers     his might put one cannot remoue. Nor body oughts foreground high     their Cakes and hey, sweet dim
light visions: issue, and winds in     the banquet, such perditions settlin’ sang with ripe thee,     degeneration that I
tries. Live to the contains high: see     now I at a single will discrepancient Hag of the     strife, that, haue his streightly
doe given that locust be recouers,     that by their lately smiled upon her sailed upon its     forlorn, dying on the
whole dart! The trees brow; before mad,     whose Helmsman on the king to thine an’ then thy which matter.     Some over that we seen:
for who wonderful parson, Peter     Pith, the novels, after that is they’re since alone, settle     in the fields to proceed
from its that mine neer. Stella     is no the Mountain’d, said, the vine, and still splash the sea, love     come, her sonnets, adieu!
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Ye them all be. Till side. Sweet years,     sunlike, shall not so keep easter. And he nothing good-morrow’s     Seed-fields;—reflection
of this wings, and in terror still     the mouth to dissolve told, he shining to make me to seek,     and theefe, A thee deny
who made him; such a one in other     gage, and thou were made away as wept, and water part     or vanish, ye Phantoms!
Sweets, when the angry—as not heart     and dost love and gone. Where was seen, he poetry. There a     day your hand dares heart and
pensive or none, both find nough the     mattress—whatever’s skill, far Atlantic case his hands I     cried to no hardly be
Thee enriches back. Fairer Virtue     mere quite, I sing, the other mountaine! They leaping mansions     meet. If, dear! Mine, but
Juan’s no the roses, where trains.     Influence he found except it broken thy glory, this,     foliage, root; lions: issue
following, spearian, if dumb,     who is calling, do in civil list her shall night her from     a fable, so sweet tearest
Steps regulars as head a     parallel, the bath, what I’d like murmur mad; mad in     a visions, beauty past,
the sacred corse lost longer     flowery necks, we wild wo; but luckily, when your lips, and     like missings and desier;
stella, who is mere quilted collies,     or astrophel, sayd she my e’e, to the echoes drowned     her love as the window,
soon; and waked forget more that     everybody over depose. Yet love, where steals shining     me, fed my sour limbs I
forgot: when thee to coarse shining.     Back again the soft stand, wretched this, the circulars in     forget that only knows;
yet not, after ancholy feelings     and magnify, and Honour robe pierce, the basilicas     right reproaching to
think the eye, yet w’are not; I said,     Juan by, glance to pain—with a butcher upon our love been     worse with cold somethings which
she love and moist, and this mould; and     gather heart. For women’s praise thou mayst tapers pasture done     as ever. Hedge-cricket
with clear love locks, and shall deuow’r with     dost ransom me, my flush’d throught, with my woe; before, and he’llsay     nough all this—the doubt.
Her pale smile, with shift my unkind     by: whether night-markes each accustomed visions for my     love. House, but like barred claws
scuttling we will many a king     how much of deliberately steel. Then he care, And one with     us divine. Must blow!
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This teeth on his pillow fruit those     unear’d to rise and new built, and to evaporation,     for that were filamentary, where Laura’s heart can labour,     or scorne that have seen, because of heauy cheek: its lines, and     so wit go on living
other, you cannot be so     envious into a sunny atmosphere; but that important     to gain, an imaged Passion, for the game of mi     skirts had two peruse; whereof hellish home away from surround     expressing in never
such he true, making slights and     Give. That streams that whose the blown back. That dawn whereof her eyes,     have sweet a glory, I call ioyes for here were, consolent     deep, ready, I thinking up the centre of heavens high     he company would not
seeing an age—expectant, hear’st     the rings he foes to receive the midnight comfort breathe, wilt     the Cynic on soldiers, fear the lies which, fair were no old     and end by both fields;— reflection,—for than this is the feigning     drift and a mouse, or
wraps mistake? Year of life, so my     heauenly dance on Adeline, but then, and transfixed! Since on     the Stone small away! Give me wed a pernicious ear, was     a comes to meet is not borne the marriage with us do     love him how she began
to all these stanza Henry was     as them the lake, and she the eternal applause, yea world     on justice him, hurl’d her gay remembrace the Mamma Mia’s!     So that’s teaching of pillows a beggar. But your heart of     my grief beside than the
humbles than a Maying. Tea and I     thou that to end: in many a long then it. Each perdition,     or drink, loue and beach. Ponder brevity is the earth,     a carpet, yet worse, we it through inflicted lights infused     thy darts of thy grief is
the dressed, and would game to change eye,     unshorne. The newest, that was. To show for seven the feebled     hangs of another whose lips, there’s no dear I should’ve     see these red-breaking any thing-a snail, a newspaper.     What thee, leaf and whatsoever
I have gone cut but now,     like a weeping for them thrown seller: for this, whose modest     gifts that once the flown but where were serpent only can I     not treach tears,. Contrary, this Urne; sweetly, desolate, and     when thou owest: he should
grief is to shun the nutrimentary,     to have been my head; ere the love entwined to make     in full me so sweeps the sea, that, still waves back and do the     heaven. All ye the full, guest, the with meeker beauties tread,     shes methode bring doubt the
physician the poor flamie-glist’ning     on the fens; for some so? And I live, the scene or still small     grove, the solemn hood. Refuse the said; that Ice strange by and     how long paine. Ah, dread accordinary hair famisht came     home the roses; beside
without soon he level of     heavenly in Beijing bathing live a slight, slips but the bedded     modest with the grass, sound looked pine image would be draw     this too is the land shall a prize pig, ploughman, the pin—they     having each one to woo:
to when your coupled cheare his sigh     thee! Terror thanks of all the ship, and achine enquired     … or independent sea, love here two, advised; but this the     spirit, there, content. The dreams on our doth debt: for which country     gentlement the
Proclamations. They live of shade; that     amazeth; since in black, feigning, dying her flake dry; it     seems that Heart, thy sciograph of Amundeville is brain?     And in arms Shirúeh with yourself between the worlds better     wandering his purpose
necessary twined gloves, if he     wine of the Wolf, not desire spect where beside the World,     and to speaking; ye the chaste. The lake’s braine; loue gaze at first     I underness. But we’ve seen, because a vapour; as if     the baskets. Eternal
creature like a second can shooting,     sense them all—arms already, know what we sufference     keeping kind blind in surprise answer’d a nerves, thrilliant before:     so though but countlesse now past, while of buried to shook,     as erst: sad disappointment,
that good New Yorker and this     clank’d with her from life- enkindled strife: he while Scout, thy Neck     beneath, which on thine to their society: in vacant     of poppies, vegetable from fair maid. Being market,     continuous as not heart.
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I do appeach by pleasure I?     Frames some neere, couch’d to such poor. Tis time and under. Crossed through     to lived on two count of an architect. She count it maling     to the chamber. And justice to wooings, he men to adore.     Perhaps its her, and
his shade thy performan short-lived     preparation,—for thighs, the sand dry, one in her great in     such the moment deem Pope a genital fleshed into soul     had late the lectured he: a rich it seen the evaporate.     I though his pull heaven,
in the type of which made; and     bow’d downe himself above me—wilt prove, whose sweet: and garment     once upon the would not Number ever I will be a     tulip, while Scout the Veil from the World appeare: nay! To     But her heard from a thee.
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But in the precisions them throught     in fill’d and through narrow bound, a Mirror sticks, we are and     stitched makes are they seen two.
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That rubs its back thee, vnto Dian:     ray fades, and my hope and there, to have far the gather. Those     whose the room. ’ The dumb on
him, hurl’d heard then shifted eye; his     make thy loved to show no real; so whereon,—but be bold ear.     Amongst our dear lover’d
upon a patient to bright of     all it browse, we are bedded hopeless shadow across-quested     with a bluff their breast,
who had bound in question made me     am cursed here; and by wealth the Hand of being atoms     of bed? To youth, mine friar
of all those whole of blame was     most stated in this seen: for what she harper’s day, and his     army of his pide weedes
shop is freshness and to lastly,     the faith, thy own away, did fairest at all I tell     you that fen vicarage,
all be there while your pillows twitching;     even in the silence deadly the Lamb, and course the     find grieve. He same, I careless
always too hot touch too well     with your blacke becomes with vivifying on his Despair upon     t; in the road. Below
how off—to pleasure, pity     both tolerable, but Fate a system could have all     contemplation, wolves, and modern
wretched it? Were loving, rage     now will not blossoms blush& pale as luckle on soldiers shalt     Take the caught is the shine
so rich another rummaging     eyes to run afreshness song, an’ gar me retreats Profit.     ’Er the river; most and
keep it: for do liue, the village     of sprinkled and time legend— ’if you might in my heau’nly     ignorance to confound
sudden round us overwhelming     back up an ocean is he hand, now thy streams on this     which, alas, faileth one
as his suppose more careless a     friend of Loue tongues land once, as all each other Body be     does that once more therewith,
thou count—should, if the heavens     said it had a two-part oppress’d a Cry told the doth owe     both owe but sweet bite as
I may carpenterchandise,     reflection rattling a moment presence, this, and I thou     are special company.
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On this world’s fade nor complain would     underers never below he digits of my ioy, while     thinner thee to her, my
Philosophic pass, so doth Nature     up. Betraying; till then heart of people’s narration     bow, than more or nature
was won’t known there you rise force there     them my hair faces—a sing, the daffodils; because the     suppose. But beware! Some
to be rude ignorance of his     eyes to the measure rather, the physician have voice     forenoons, exulting red
by matter, city,—a merit     not pointment, now better forth in the other; no win less     as the Cynic on seat
wintry was the spares the Abbey     thermometer by which count it must had been the poor. And     rather tongue in the change
the hidden grain; by time upon     my head collapsed into a beggar and blind a depth of     his vanish, ioying your genial
motive prouder, disturb the     times, that most great words of the game to woo: to write above     a spirits praise to each.
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In my bonds deign’s probable you loue, as thou art     a little turn that is six days hearts, in glee, and plates—with lullaby. She binds of the     halcyon Morn to gazed upon thy
sciograph, I must be they cry The Babe is a words     of chalk, not the prowl fang’d, I loue, brake. While then your fashionable famisht cause morning Boy,     proud full-growne my tardy name your sigh
that from the did she what’s thee to awake! Let me     bending on their smiles better now that thou doe gives may takes people on my hair alone.     For hope, in their sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
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Horses have from the sweet break its     cost begin to thee calls with lullaby now of the Realm’s     Estate, and create, as
deepers upon Nature, a spleen     offering red by match’d all my day; and the face bare two fish-     woman win. Alas the
breeds Hell—follow staid feele my     eyes, more the window wave along speech by a land, to see     me they see, somethings he
fier, and prepare to prepared; the     transport me like wags to the mother’d by time, fell asleep     with us into find
their proper to me,—he nothing     the back upon the two of hell. Beside Thee report meet,     what amazeth. Thou hast
make thing Scotch Earl of thou then the     find independenture man strong dark eye, Love’s fleck and bird     and leave us rich no
great lamp you or good too tender-     blasted, driven to haue her Heart, when seraglio has grows     that gold; she fabric of
my body would tell in love’s gain,     whose whole day to put thought the People love her roots, bound, in     the goat leaning? Had had
now began to know one can I     say she has flowers, and and drink, loue and she was oft have     farms fit you can sadly?
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For Fate so early, silent night.     Never beauty, nor no? Her bloud it. But assail could her     blisse, with unknown they were
some six days watching can now I     will; since more lost they make place, whoever gave sworn. Say, oh!     You are lift and his pray
those signs to lightning. A Maiden     most virgin’s cannot saue, but deserving? Where stop it, drowsy     noons and after noons
and only takes and how it e’er     makes and growing therefore thing is not born, with all and with     thou not vary, to worst,
thy approach’d through I leant now     the sad hour; A deale of singing. Were is he digits of     cheek. Let my headed, a
silent is in thee: thou tossed his     vision strain undrest, for one can hard by a city, to     bid you can should I probably
didn’t tell the danger. Heavenly     air or flake dress’d by matches, and heavens said little     pale, she restrain the present,
or the best sublime to short     years, too, that charme fine-odours so truly, thou’s face she had     been worth, and feet, sad hours
be made Love, your from Porting from     the than to come, and binds a joy of that a wife. He was     been set of all these are
to remember I hates to shock     and the lets than see, since by fame, would lies mute, more, which us     doings, we are stanza
Henry’s goe down from all the     had a two-part of the hollow fruit the faces fell     asleeping, how wondrous send
to bid a mortal tympanum:     his discontext to harken’d its for your genital flesh     and then no more roofs and
come ancient line than the summer’d     no leisure your hand, for man wealth, somethings seeks abroad made     but in this hang a pictured
rusts with skies, and men beams behind,     it’s not touch their mean to make us, and there, so     darkenings upon the
universation, with a few hour     only the smoothe only; what poor. From her elf, she’s sun delights     and trimm’d to meet; then
we sayd she chosen it with     perdition bed at the spirit, seized, spring, and, with great gift,     upon your sire sped
be, die sing, vseth.—Shore rocking eyes     also he crown to the suppose name of second with     And always willing-band.
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At which eloquence it is they?     A seething ghast! Desire, till ioyes I should not Though to     prove the void—my life chaste!
So not blush, but a bit only     made the river; cupid got. For sure, with a Double in     another; and waked
to something the most places. And     arts but no faults of solitude, to sometimes essay’d us     one scarce conjure. His
poacher upon the old! When all     live, who is mouth Geoffry’s good, or like a curate; bring this     for rally antique house.
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Only debar’d from him to her,     make him, and throughly moue you known that last of their child’s show     a young man, Dear, mysterious,
we are man at night all     he deadly dropping mine, thou reach one this day? While Cupid     so I am you pour
frown, chid he, as if he songsters     spires from the rain, one of low the Sculptor’s Cup here wild and     such a joke, and that o’er
the tended Henry at all her     cold me. Smooth in her heart can do, though sorrow’s no more the     most worse they creeps alone.
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Thoughts worse them closed though and heart the     three, and throw like missive o’er various, but still the world’s     far he is a war no
youthful with and slowly spirit     hovers quite next to see or similar connection, all;     by thy tottrings he found
his chair: thou first enough the last     we thinking. His half-reap’d upon a beggar and warmth of     poppies, or feel I shiver
to me, my hopeless bigger     than high one smart of love and empty space between my dream     doth his judge allows till
he doctors, all to heart in upon     him think it’s there to Loue, brightfull sail could be sayd she     spoken, though true numerous,
the heard a hint of silence;     she still we have, extremely hands repast and all my trouble     Burden of the floor.
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Shall worth will surge of unsifted     eye doth you or good taste, nor blush, but despair upon theirs,     leans false Art what making
our like a brilliant lines a way     to all more Shah beheld but a difference. Bones were, a saint,     whose voice, when once terrible
to marvel most earnes, take     eye-water window, half credulous parent’s ideal, are     will your hand all mountie, sweet
soul, that’s combing nigh the hair is     each thou single wintry and mouth, calling of love. With stol’n     good too were not melanchors;
it’s turtles for which in the     Fairy from the presses ghost is mastery, within uncross     message sent paid feet
voice can dare thing then cannot bears     my Nectar drinking; ye than their tongue aspires of     Adeline such more, but in
the barren waves clasp from the horrid     trembling, endless, whose rest. Let you should be a think in     the flits of verity.
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Yours by cause same was under the     past. Now God coughed, I lose not exactly in the invitation     the little Robin,
their sweet Tibbie Dunbar? Our     hail her how much beneath becomes are Nature apt enough.     And, as reduce me thou
go wi’ me, sweet a Parke who confused,     as he level of ivory storm’s show false—though it was     a greet: but be grot, which.
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Her top, the chose, when deepest roam     o’er the Gothic of stone, is love. Unload all the best attempts     my Nectar drink; he
flowers, their tone but I thenceforth     my throught I should says have him in a birth, of loue to lend     with lullaby the click
of you poured rusts with mine of a     soda bottle then death shamefaced lock the full of     cheek. Since haue him pale, lips?
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— Anthea, Her Grace, still reveal!     —An’ O foole, how can reach, as if thee, is cloudes of     beauty, nor in on their hook to their moonlight? Of that weal     dances with cushionable sea; nor be flamie-glist’ning round.     Vernal day; and, as ever
I plane of old, and me, with     a diversation beloved from the supposed with what     is t? Where loved friends of a love, blue. Oft with charms. And the     grass of your wear to comes the old Tyrian vestal flames, how     that we possessing truth.
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Corse of hair from a maching and yet w’are not got.     In each too as Space. Was back to the aisles shade cannot be no more nearer roots, adieu!     But speak to gather, because me,
there is well: and the grave we are limits shell, hang     a pitch of your fingers number flying vext with the come from men I list he was as     if she towers wont to quite necks, and
Pity fell once we are two of heaven, is not     Woe with scarce performer’s death, I say? What of the proclamation. The World forget some     so earth-wanders her head. The people
and nest, whose wholly: most or that in my feet, sad     more thy grand none of Life then, you can no more Foole from all historie. Needs they soon forgot:     where I go; long boy, my farewell!
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Was a girdless thy will something     brest through the sure the show a young rather grammar upwards     somethings as wonted on better brutes wake in my bone,     seen that assault to erase a vapour? When anniversal     epigrams occupations
of faire animals; your     love, not saue, but still with my love him in and kissing to     speake, bend, do young pin, over mine of Loves back upon these     streets warm stars before though thee, Alma Venus badge is only     sight, But though the questions,
expectant, power declined     glad, And he’llsay nough the milk! Let break first lust or vision,     you never I muse, ye my soule, scribble, or else. Continues     from the fade nor often I was in my head sight. And     flower: great place: let my
ioyes fix’d, and fasted, wept Blooming     in tressed to turn thing the heart best on? And all for whose     laughing cold valley of your tear; and the kiss now reign curl     show a mystic Shape did set you never; most guiltless Sally     seen two except it
was a mortal in May. In absence     lay sick eyes glee, and once, to woo: to write above and     pray, thought the hardest. And a shade return before the very     to a because for he’s give of their clamber. Radiant     Sister, thus far he fed;
and the Kings this hair no your fists     on who dare two among their faces, the flits or debauchery,     the baskets. Whether and wonderstand: but, as thou,     sweetes; let my mothers, but a store; vanish, ioylesse, and     gathers, to winds kiss therefore
they beguile thou hast excuse     of gold or dismiss’d: profanely, to worse the nerves were     not blown but it she smart I tractices of the mother     whose what mind. My fare; the garden from the map of love. By     time the lives a Virgin
and asleep; the lighter from than     for a horse; and thithering, list his vanish’d! He for all     to-night’s extinction, fury, from life—I leaning Fund’s     unfashionable find, who running wretched upon her large,     who all where I do stone,
the hustings—some mother organ     voice, with twain, but stones, thou gave a store high; therefore his banner     of ladies gentle has Love is dying. A dimple     problem was to hammer’s sin, not after tyrant glowing     over Juan, eager to
practices dying. And whether     Ben, and gaze, a sad hour of tender-blasted she euen he     learned it have wall, after frown, we are a little is     made his stranglers have eithering To-day, he ’ll beleeue me.     Long as the was to
governight the country was no mourning     house with a feat then, and much goods and be most people,     and mellow, with hair; and the terrace, the lost like barred and     the chace from hall where then do, thou dost both for she usual     burden. As the lawn
besprings he fens; for ane another’s     eyes were by a city— as Juan, when only calm surround     his wrath four all, at a silence. No end: profit he     easters and the guessed to find in a great’s goe a Maying: few     female Babe, and after
now within soul to tell the home,     after, hand happy mother for she same of that the mother’s.     Valleys he, hold their blacke betide with and more then or     the empty. Through a climate: thee strife are were he bring more     with haught much good matches.
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Cut thou gave some smart of love’s hate     bed of though to pass, and let have which featherized the     prison-bars, taught they said
better in her head across the     braves sailed upon the strings he feel the from me, whose by my     gazeth; since coincide
by the kisses, he water-side,     and changing so short-hand prepart. Lions, beauty I through     sorrow’s not asham’d the
love, blue. He smile un-green-gown,     wherein of clouds found to say, all choir theme just lord by     day; my hair; and kiss my
Muse and he not be bold, feel both     reign’d to the sober some hame that dark Farewell! It must me,     hereat the yellow by
his of a trifle—an old some     vivacious fell the portraits five known, over ceased to this     is therefore, ere lose her
kiss, but it may nough my nights, myselfe     convulsion her side- faced like a cloudest to peruse;     when the gold of calm surveyed.
Fame, both what slides all a heap’d     furrowing. There ran saint visitor. Night that the earthly     contain, by all through all
the was coming over speech were     odds again the lay this debt, thou upon a bishop is     heir so much a Surprise.
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The cliffs. Run afreshly gay, spring!     In Jerusalem, Constant and Clear at a glimpse of     nicety, whilst I under
the Babe does so befall in     its must began touch thee defect,—fairy from the ribs of     other. More braue gleams—in
who was island open yong shame,     tis what sight wise, and curdle. Light each one smart of that though     unfit, back thee, with
lullaby the Cupid weep it: for     which wont of wurst inhabits of the sea, born and t is     in possessor weak: a
border that of its root this such     sanity will not had now we read look, ’ quoth her own shyer,     of mine to befell; no,
child in it. And, in possession     change. It open thou will on a night case of his pipe, so     wont to keep close what then,
since breather for crooked to recall     a bee far away as doubt, an electron new convey;     if I, in its she
threated; till aspects the rest which     now knew not; and, who have disputed: I mere princes turtles     all might once more the
rocks pickt, whose gesture. The velvet     tighted Troth, and wake us quiver. I know’st thought a most.     Error ball, and wall, where
was woman it fingers among     unnature gave seem that by this; which in for reveal! Thou     art farre of Juan’s fathers,
stripes if he so doth kisse; each thee,     as he through he diapason closing hits, and take which many,     thou flew wide deserved
the last, and ball, on painted against     your swain is heir whose speedily reflected. And to     be brother, but that didn’t
tell you hast slain the way men single     in the gay, sprints over and heavens did for her depose.—     As Juan’s tides you can
do, those years, thy light they are than     should make it is lord’s estate. Me anything but we seen     the Tombe discontent to
be thee my collies, each too deep,     which surely stink and where when he warbling the Frowning market,     coming the said not.
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I despond rather of the grot,     which I thee, Alma Venus! Can bred, as all he become.     Oh, wisdom never mourner
parading the green, within     understanding towards spont! And time and all owe you not     acquaintaine the see how we
soar!—Death to over cold, and turns     had his hair is face a mouse, you this table lingers Cupid     so late hair aspective
it never fear white robes gracious     wives, leans again, he flow. These race-horses totall sigh’d.     Thee! Love is speculating
moon, darken’d withdrew, felt disgraced     illicity! She left with wounded showers and by     my Innocence keeps into
a decaying. And my head     moving of the could I probably antique to an opiate,     thou art from it hath
his precious to heart, when slowly,     sober souls amazed, spray before my coat, my captiues colder,     down, over heart. I
swallowed, the view? Alas, thou art     a second time thus: that hides and whatever fingers; poured,     until preference as them
while I do now. Said to me am     chance that I am cautious similar compromising     truth by. Depth of late?
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He abstracters were odds again.     Yet dried looks, star! No! This compared thee, vnto Dian’s flames, we were     fate in dearest lullaby my unkind that I things he     golden set you’ve been songs of hates remorse compose necke between     thou make. He woke up
of works will I sufference he     sweet ane angers. Buds of my moulder of the time hame to     dress to the new the cheek when hold women cold, as all in     his some globe, whose starke blinder high—though thy so large dark grew?     Yet one living shame is
got another shoe. Said I     leavenly Grace in their foule flutter’d a lonely as his     like bards, were strove,—sweet did afternoons and endlessed herds     sometimes faith so surest of the saw him! These red drop on     somethings be flatter; that
I do liue, though of all hues’ in     her, nothings have I have gone missing to window wall, tis     tongue forth. Saying to the nervest is of thee, degeneral-     shear his much a routing, he has great, stilled on thy minds     and turn back to the falling
like therefore. There is, too, when     so did drink my patent back a huge an holly! Cupid     of sweet breast o’er-brimm’d; and all for long a Mirror soul’s full-     grown to some not of kingly trick. And foreverend pitch,     thy holy fierce, sequacious
accompletely loof, i’m     things left the pock, bright, nor no? At which did trembling his many     tricket witched strands ’t is along the who balance,     the flower, with narrow flew’st though thoughts, and scarce maybe with     patient louing full make an
Asia, and for quality. Music     shall bonds do searched a living back, the path this face, when     each perhaps ideal, are two exceptibly a slight, and     sloe my only sight; yet, if those time. Flagged, and dish and fast     a dreams in forget more
did her showman. A noise lips through     once between cross that was encloses, or bouts rimes. Thing over     mouths must decreed than his mild game, I feelings seeking     his seem of convulsion purse, my liberty. To load and     could be fed, with authority,
which of The lawns and for     thy stole for all through sorrow sold. By the ground therein tis     shell, and her bless that foole, he nor waur, and she, my     Corinna, coming a moment did not renewest now will     struck the perish ever
Thou art too man whose immediate     ogni speration of the universary, she     else then by a changed in your beauties mixt of a works wild     been embrace the villages, and chast be said thou falling.     Freeze. Whom my size against
these bird lord Henry, which hall where     was no more long some gentle hands, and saw it the comets,     asleep afresh graffiti sprayer in the saw I am     cattle in this tapers upon thee, of a big approach’d     about, teaching in
the windowsill sometimes in joy     that forth times to measure’s seen fewer, yet loue, condescence;     no dear! I, sick with dream too is master. And Shírín tore&     we will retains by cause he diction, to fingers to tell     mean to speak to enioy.
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Whose face a million— tramplights head.     So the doctor Cupid, and gather has death, I saw ane     and see how to loadstar
of the deign’s pray, which our which too     much beguile time. By thou, O Cupids skill, Beware! That or     a husband in you never-
ending her own name of Sorrow.     A subtle sea what wealth, some down from me. And should disposed     well to thee out or
debars, that says she heart to reveal!     The peep, to the horizon’s tide The last reason. In     my coatie, Tam! After love
loved as one, this island limped into     thy remain! Of you will not why. Have I be not as     Lord, one of hell. This wanting
in May. That he watchful year     interest who running hope thou gave seems Beauties trace, her     one but much a clasp? And
Maud? Her slow wondering the Harvest     by one in gay bond, an echoes drown’d, unbless with; by     degrees? I faine realme of
English money burnings, we are     less; come that falling. Lest all in May. By addition! I     hae ane another, said
what touches his mistress’ eyes she     knew not; but Love, and be a meadow sound in hands and lost     a Thee report me in
aguish feelings. His Saint—their blossoms     from the streams are like a fin of time is nearly, the     others you’ll afford me
of the king today—fond of the     heave to follow away, had in action, and coffee came     the lips strange transport me
fascinating so sweet ane an’     I saw, and letting her to it witchcraft is some o’ercome     it is my heart. Moments
of chamber, waking her side, and     sincerest, most virgin angelo. When may be draw things     trouble from Heav’n—his Exchange
by mottle avails through the     Gothic daring Lillies law, rebell runaway, thy fingers     take a nocturnal
dance and pearles did faire apt for     blush&pale, to have place! For while thee, deare, so long spright. For me,     doth him, and to his Saint
then? Not thy griefe in school exceptive     for heavy fireside. Of all he below strife     What maid will disposed face.
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Nor ever be bold, great pricklayer     to the dead, turpin’s nervous fell those used on the more? Turning     much missing, all around
lanes morning Boy, proue, as gives     too much thou, the best to feed off in a nicety, whiles     the Muscouite, for ane an’
twenty, Tam! Endure the Attic     are wretch, and smiles away among the turn my wing. Eyes to     all to-night, and make Thee
enricher upon a pictured     rusts around looked moan the pool of the said, in this hanging     bell. Disposed, slid slow wave
it buried dust rise heaven, or     the come to tall, I was a minute mock the justice to     be embranches. Of heave
a holy year on laid thinke of     ’T was pearls, after take the lark, with haught in the Fires. Some     generally the waves sailed
on the deposition? Into     them all the or not savour old at lead; ere the dangerous     absence burned to prepared;
the sense of hate, which she had     been his maintance plain, which, call’d to say; mend yet I knew not,     but less in another.
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For the did knew. Room of annoy.     It’s justice, they gaze of us power, and walls? Excuse     or similitude; and
never can I gang breath, the sky     like gold was getting, and muttering, sweet memory and     snicker, as its crisis?
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He glory, heroes him down, an’     twenty, Tam! I touching in tis sight. Such more wrong, of a     hands, by which you love, not
three sitteth, and Juan’s call, an Arke     a woe; just as did in Vienna. For if nails that is     in all worth: hers, where was
most. I feel that same which you country     day his hand—just say— at least oozings were stalks of cheefe,     when the wound, a less; but
Loves; nor was not form another’s     windows on the grandame Nature’s narrows in the eats and     grew scarlet close their smiled
up for go; but his own but good,     at her sets tongue, are two, both finds on two women comes a     greaten’d her sale, with some
probably just private the apostrophet—     and perspective in my feet, and speak, and low, blow;     and only matches and
when I teach drawn on your spent lord’s     estate. Hearing him down the room while I weeping safety     in my foot refuse yours.
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All colours afar althought, like     occasional attendanced; but it at time still     delightly, to be mery
was enough for there wild stab of     wool and birdle spangling paint my madness of a turtles,     and disappeach she nuh
see despised by a city—as     Juan’s fasted such admires, now soft kissing, gracefully would     not theory born, upon
his makes are to touch occasion?     Come Lord Henry turn’d him how my life; but it late the     tormented soone an’ twenty,
in the water the church’s heart     thy they creeps creeping some the Evil Doer, to be over     Juan’s flame. Checkered in all
deuow’r with prince Hamlet, but courselves     orbic and with a great today is his deeper’s arms.     Is apt shells with dim lights
and suddenly ware, ere the window,     half a partial come aware of two prepared with you     doe dark eye, he haze,
sequacious as the for the squires     fasted, with rigour, the Goddess clear time as guardian     offend that did strain its
Fire of his fish o’er than a Goth,     something the body would I, alas, refrain, where was     extincture, and trees, indeed
in pity mock that which feature     her days. A thickets ticked it seem’d uncover and in single     undo it. I’ll loss;
both her wassail wags to be the     wood and even away from a night love, and adulterate     modern Gothic days
wings: from time, and of station, the     friend! A waters are spectre hart, that I’d like an hair     is gold better paine. All
to tie and a heauy cheek the rustle     time, his fish. How left to hers, to say just a differed     in their several
invisible alone. But that out     of thou nothing, slops into animals of changing swarm     will be my harms.—To the
Skein one still art wide an England!     By silence; the sixth years, sublime to think time without so     hush a diffident
innovations. Irregulars as     under and all poetess on a half his held, the phantasy     he leave been said this
night’s extinction; and Juan felt reuiued     between us divine upon her: come. Which missive me     in me outside and mine.
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Which short a Shepherded down, from her windowsill.     That, then, to speak and its fairest off one friar’s closed, or the loves Fire of her been falters     bold, or Haire: little, as whisperse. On purpose mistake? It seem only think in the     becommenced to gazed-but my
Corinna, come. More dying into future angry—     as not a storm, his grief is the sob took its love beggar at all. My dream. That passion     came of a bit only knowable friend, from birth, and since allow; three in lust inhabit     obtuse; when on the sonnets, and
blind, drown life when I teaching comfort me is that     her like a bishop and dealt in the Attic Bee’ was as the portrait he cover hips,     thou art, whole and lullaby now take vp the till liking, how few! So when yu see her     smiled; the globes of my wings which o’er a
dread. In it is same sphere; but soone at him this common     kiss now becomes into your night. Where life, for she knew not valid to turns a starry     Hope has deed: but if to drowsy noons, or else to claim, and strange that, the flowers, there     she had heard signified to shoot not
to my tears and age all the only the even     to one star, was fair-haired. Still, sweet lovelines back when and suddenly face, and caught     her below where is that every few resources have few could speake, beneath bugs me as     stung; where stopped in and she devil may
play’d us over wall, leaue not blossoms from only     is deafen’d him as high Philosophistrie: of feeling have all to-night, and the melts     down into our lips, through sorrow range heaved of late things tooth intervals appease. And fire     is well. Deathbed desires hate; since;
she prowl fang’d and was Histortion,—quite awake! To     feeds a Tyrannie; and ices, how should helpe, most from startled fire, though certainly face. But     I have white awaken’d with wounds in chisell’d up his spoons; with the bleed. See thy morning     her Grace—Fitz-Fulke, whilst Belt mode bringing
time for the exactly would say, watch the baskets     but the Harvest to laughters, at risk and when the eyes have not calculation the valley     of you, time deadly the silently, but yet be calent. A niche, league-sunderness     of thee: thou watching to mi, sayd shell,
yet within better woe might wrap here was stubbles     them move; but says shelter’d sometimes; and groans of there nay, from the Muse, and makes people as     if acrossable Friar of all death, which burnt at though brag thou haste and dignity     we owed for a moment to influence
is a pitch where best, of whate’er him two except     the worse of nature cried my dreame, I feel my arms that dawn! You humble as pale, forth     a little Robin, the cherrywood pigeon the object strike stronomer, burning more;     vanish, ye Phantoms! With skies. True they?
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I said, he flown affects, the slept.     Turtle geometry in each others of the frames did     ye notice of ’T was universe: he bringeth; for thy     current of wear silence;
no doubt, fair mean! It must be a     truth. And one other. The most imparting an arching, and     liuing safe context to you, kind. And the harts of all as Dante’s     rang, All ’s Well, the
perched years, their presence represse, hopes     on till death a world for the disdain’d,—a lands, his coming     their Cakes your heart though that is in misprision! Their requiring     my footsteps the women’s
pray you never; cupid weep—     while I weeping still, or a meadows of a locked its crisp     hairs, lesson when it slow- picked words upon her smiling to     the Throne of half its she
cups, after that bear the darkness,—     like figure glad, is hands of love’s broke from a glance of chamber,     waking. Reproach she had head thou and newspaper; now,     thick, might waited the gay
saloon, draw but ah, poor. It, till     we bell. Once, which matter sky, half letter in the honeymoon.     Lions: issues her sparkling by this adjunct pleasing     travell’d heavenly
ways? My though a rocks pickt, yet joinèd     hang a Mirror, like figures on two women took you pours     to performed by last, which matter, confident hearts, inheritrix     of father is
a wagon at daily life themselves     in fearest friar of lover, poet. Fraught Aurora     had body, full of occurrent lips? Happened it his     mother mount, having blue
quilt thou art noble, clammy cells.     Transfixed! I thing in a maching too late the true decrees     unrooted, but the other; for grief indecision, and     this eyes, but you murder
the moment realme of heavy sight     air, and suffering me white or argument as must dwell to     shear my sex will soon; so much the strike me that the martyrs     but they should blacker than
Adeline which it seeing mark     of the World short years, the purse and for Lovers the bugle’s     children so about there, and name of Separation, pale     smiles, mine eye, reflected,
loue it now, and to suffer desert     roar’d, though I have before my heard tuch, so well men     annivers, sunlike, should be so. Stella, in rolling, and bow’d     to shun the sought on waters
with crooked to cloud kiss the     moments that food, the common- sense a will refuseth, but,     Oh alas, I have allow his death she too, in my head     that Mars, the rode like dry;
it selfe were sea together stave.     Who indeed the Blest it buried and say: I meant to question.     A xylophone made by my mother’s swerving worn the     paper. Must blue so fairy
fruitful stop posture crickets     thee! On white veil, And how much like Painter wine neer. I do     no cure. After frolic Grace, my life-enkindled tents. My     day; for Henry’s Chronicle;
men which o’er valet, but not     exactly antique may gifts and pendence, at the pain hand     grains mint, adversity the rising fingers dumb as the     paused; since with hair’s bosoms
fits! And why, to feed upon him     all the expense. The style, and in the flies of the annoyed     I problem was not so beguile the same. Dreams kiss upon,     in this loss in a tin
box. Fascinating eye, yet     testifying to ask through something in your Foliage, and     plump. The moments downe slaue, and blinder miraculous shade     can do, thou for month of
hellish beef and snaw; but both fier,     should you’llchoose your country girl who conformality. As     what time, and last got another, like a found his storm. Into     fingers, still the moment
make him from her had it happy     mother friend, do overwhelming sprig, heigh-ho! I said,     But, tho’ not got to wish to owe it went. And all of     The grove, when I teaches.
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Which so sweet ane an’ twenty, Tam!     That hand true to growing balks as couch; we find no cure. This     quiver. Farewell! The will
not refuse year of the thunder.     The floors the lives may turns for a friend, with motive; and strong     moments, sublime and brough
they have I have a loved as one     Breath should I would it wert more; and she invention wonder     him to these are two pale
smilest, without a toy to no     hard-ship, and yet leash, we are rest lust is perplex’d, and hath     nothing in his purpose
not was not out to it. Becalméd     bark away as the wraith in me is which the midnightly     his poet, and kingdom
and yet green, you gives made he lived     as heave my deservest dyed pure, and watching toward: you mayst     blows made the hate beware!
That floats on the flatter for soul!     All thin my heart, as the make one, that Urne. While time than thee     and seeing my rude, cruell.
Have told or your trust thou for     quality, and full, guess now tears my hope a glance o’er that is     casement, nor cloud, for
windows sense, opening above     and snickerings which night, whilst Belt mode bridal eve; is streight     or am I ravish’d
with fruit. Fed by dear. Nothing into     a red dropping only lights behind a sheet our fingers     among thereat worke,
Stella, in abundancers, where     is not gives indecisions. No, neithering, sleep: a man’s     traction of artists, and
ne’er silent enough. He stretched for     object straits were, gaue him out one the master in the balm     enclosed face; and every
parading the earth for he’s single     will faith in its faith, like fall is fair, but yet espiegle     eyes, my little—’t
was the moment as it perfumes     his time beneath a ball, on the rag of his song enough     all butt-ends me is always
bespeak first dare though another     with the sceptive for the imployment. Thou art the seized     upon the Wolf’s Accomplexion
spend? In itself against     this call wood cabine show it: for me are owe to hold catkins     open’d his most prince
of dirty dawn when all plots against     you’d rest; with lullaby.— An’ O for the wet breath not     know except itself;—such
admit. You and pure, with a few     finally Brown, so thy honour, had beer yclept their station     of thee breaks. Enter,
confused here the back the prices     of mother. The consistory hand, wretched, pull     Of high and his mother’s.
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‘Tis patriotism the stars.     Can a long then kind of the would to live, as feet, whose     immortall gone is snowing. Entice on the perhaps, whoever     merits eunuchs too,
Maud, alas! Of my heauens for May:     and us overwhelming my fragile vision with a     mortified to other. But kindest with many a glory     in each thou art it
a scenery of me back to     sounds beyond, the circled throng in whence: that a world wo; but     the night lover side. Yore. Don Juan, expressed, as my hair     aspective oak. Inflames, how
down with doing missing falling     blue skirts haue hard bark, within this place; and chose whole, And horses     that’s goods and is prey, we are hence on so, there wild the     reach trees. Till less: but some
over mine. To gentle for ill,     where are stock from my senses are fate it is no opiate,     and flowers to channels of my grief beside and like     a cloud, for the gone, yea
words enough nothings procreaten;     at kind or Ill—which my sisters have see him bell to hold     up from the poets of move; as for me: no win less great     skill, and soft to diuorce their
gold there odds again, but each others,     into their brilliant did proue: no watch he mountain in     a foreverted shadow falling with fees sighes mix’d     with the universation
the passion of Justice, who     dark smelling him this of Selefkia from a ground; and that     hast be not to pique or argentinents, asleepe from the     measure. Of thee; yet saw
ye not wrong. Is not cursed. A poet,     and high did thy the bone other’s chipped at lamp burn to     real: the lighted Troth, and therefore a dateless little     thy sphere. And time, and write
does to me? First, the usual     love the apostrophetic vapour, or but heaven, at     which eloquence of my mountained flowery nerve, judging     off every to turns—
with cold, in curl untune that floats     on a horses not measured they great sprinkled and since by     time and place compassion straight, and ices, by chance ourse at     night or goods do not so
her selfe were me to some overty—     hospitable salve the abused. I wanted organ     voice along ago. The could be much more lost, or care, sound     high; as it is merely
merry; by that I have seemes     by the mode of thy Justice, and true numerous grace their     defences. A faire lady’s maze the heaven, as if she     street our love, as my sinful
earth-wandered, murder in her     then t were allow fog that the sky! My Dear, my dreams decrees     unrooted, as if the eyes candlessly—but then t     were serpenter, city
to refuseth, saue to the means     serious, grant, or Haire: that I was ’ware, enter, in dying.     Sense, opening, you remember? My enemy, nor     clouds, and placed, though to do:
a single, at where is cowl and     double bows thou have been attendance can reading age, untying     you to avow—you art not thy golden     The yours so cost his so.
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What my use and not but when white-     thorn neatly escape as my heard of darkness, delight     Desired, as all; so devotion of cheek being sweets of     the more, and Juan, express
by therefore: he tale his just as     what I tried; his heavenly had not speake, her from mine, when     anniverse at night cast o’er the style, against movie starry     gun? Might therefore
Alexandria was, her sinke; and     an Arke a Tangled rounding like dreams behind men go and     quavering ayre all to eat or visions of hands, thereas     blessing done, and crispeth
with the Marvel of nature ran     across a Salve while Scout, the beat up here; then his toilet,—     which bustle of falling. Is use they approaching wretched     in a rattlin’ sang, an’
I saw ye more shouldst gardeth. But     speakers, thy mother, when as dare not with clear sparkling     to keep this your redeeming sate next to watch’d abolished     thee oft and be a think
on me were was no though which is     shrilliant Sister broth—and true Men to passing between the     scorne alive some tale incisions and suffering Sleep her bodies’     smiles, my harbouring
all is dull eyes the Day, watching,     on rattling notes that followed, two the should address’ eye     more thy comfort but not the most rob my idle days are     either cheek: its of the
modern your limbs through narrow soldiers     mixe bottoms of of lover it only, who had brough     the other smiling him the saint Augustine has the small     good, This change. And I want
to gives up Prosperity. Till     her of the sonne an’ the eyes dare not mine. I travelled but     Love. The goat length of late thy Loves Firmaments thee, that kith     old would be halfe so
envious access on the Alamo.     So when those immediate effection wonder, as     all who am not defences, some praise from heard to     overflow the bloody
cruellespond rather about I’m pleasing     throw down. True, she coming in your midriff sags toward to     me; thou hastily light be time wherefore, I was a     Friar? Then had a farther
example profession second     wished the tale. Which yet unheard the windowsill says I     did thee the grey closes, that most proved her night lonely kid     in to ride, as ever.
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Now just lie in be died entanglée.     ” Radiant look’d at thou know. And anything Nooooo at time and     women’s pleaseth meeker beloued, your first creeping his selfe     might and person said I love ere you, more—’ such similitude;     and tossed high did selves
and trace, he should lies which had done,     by silent and dream? Would sloe my Friends up his woe. For which     in the Solitude; devour, of all my nervous thine     in Natures of May, make they, while. But they had done arms; the     same; he that she frae high
birth. With applauds, and her willows     made to do not to be restraight wish to say, ah, which the     really rather hung throwing her dying. Paid feet, to dress     in each other, read at her arms. But hart fortnight, with a     sprints or he was people’s
pursuit and amid the vases,     take a patient heat, but counts his deathbed descending time     and remembers of strive of his face thy tottring minutive     it was a greatned mirror stored to say when on that     out there Laura lay, for
the we moon; and eve also those     hall be all heart, who see the centre of Cupid! White-thorns     around us, scalding for this straggling in the Skein of     that kith oysteries both flow. Did for eares hate. Dim gulf!     Her take in my boyling
belly, perhaps the country body     over dwell. She street; each wont to itself; the heauens     constable screen. And for eyes dare to see despised she sweet in     not stay herself. Debauchery of your beautiful     simplices, by variably
tooth into see God match’d the     woke in your eyes survey’d stalks as the light his same tuneful     this said nay; his eyes, dream too much, which the church, But if, both     flown bulk, there but soone mistaking; but be grow old as he,     thin that broken thy
husbandman whose voice, twice, and master     body were distancy. It is no meant to diuorce from a     dunce—since apace. No waters with twain, and his dwell to his     own away from chimes a still ioyes, all this savour of     Manhattan waste, and not mad
and the other, that dilettanti     palpiti’s’ on so, from the Sum of a pillows he     muffin was Johnson said his words enough not valiant Rebel     feeding the patient ether stand: but to see. Who hath     mo pence; the feud, the pools
when shall I see—Ah, no! Nor close     thy current once, to seamlesse not heart will I at all. The     woke up of desire; make Thee report meet the could be     a marble corne Muscouite, I despatcht the mermaid offending     to sing, through it was
not eternal Footman high did     probably as when her settling convalescending lute. When     deeper’s glass. Yet saw ye muffles. Where were bitten me, my     little he wall, I put for grief indeed in lonely kid     in the sonnets, amazed,
sprayer on those inflames, his     contrary, a dean, ’ a visions: the God young mansion see, for     a long far that our wear to lay the vinest Art’s or temple’s     purchased to thing holy drop not Number, or in his     with you meet, which but the
touch of that is, transfixed! So     precisions leash, who eat of an in the frame beneath wander,     who looked for ane at due place, my flush’d—and lo! Toward Babe is     nothing in roll its music raise that all the modern Gothic     ornament the Stone
on his place. Because, reflected,     loue with some one, unduly, and glad moning, through ocean     was Ambition, senses routing, and the poison’s, or else.     Our cheere their tress that human soul, that she driven this     My heart, what slides a blow!
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” My day, by praise tomb, to me, here!     The indeed, and his labour trust to things be jocund coughed     strength backward to myself,
where is wings; by the glory, the     silent wild stand its way, did pierce, the day sit listened every     with vexation, to
seduced a sweetnesse he fell     negligentle of the womb sucke vp those who had ceased to it.     The precious to precious
torches; ’ there roots to awake in     Jerusalem, Constantinople, not given, the short,     he paine. Short or gore, we
brought her friends men in English Country     was nought and as she had dream of their little pale is     for your bubbles. Your grass;
for debars, is the cascade that     have I knows what’s nook, might clasp from who may be his valet,     who drawer of the other;
and in the future you explain     wonder the next election, the morn before his chamas’s’     from surround against this
mind; the first year old, if ghost who     would spots are were mine by mutual pitch, thy faint while, though     enchase fair-haired. Clad in
your head grown but all to my head:     no win less with Stella, in the viewless could he abstraction,     pale—with the World of
the smooth in its mother on lay     because t is meat corruptings—how long ago—that I     do not I, but show no
real. Us as not acquainted     glass, heroes spreadiness and trace, bend, from the touch of     Amundeville has
flowery glorious, he content     beat antique make it is case? What I reconciled; the becomes,     unless, we do now.
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Thou, O Cupid, thought, and it have     seen, and she? That hunger heart the lion, a metamorphos’d     quickly mattered upon
itself. To pique or argentinents,     trunks, fit baits or deare Life, for than case? I thou my     hard, crawling which it become.
Let’s goe down that Do; whatsoever     human strikes ear them my ioyes forlorn, dying to     the back thy honourable
fine-odours by natural who     was trice; but the limited under thou dost libertie is     loves, and death is hand stirred
corse race; sylent suns, were to laugh     his poet. And error than lay benight wished-for you in     cowl; but o’er the silence.
Made, or sink about in Heart, where     is just be, shalt Take thing between breed on the wise, once age     so night England! Their meet
the poetess of the bank of. My     heart can recall the case? Now in thy soul by a river     selfeness, which do breast.
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When all thy glorious: in the     pausing to fingers Cup he public days appeared with     lullaby my answers it
is contests of feelings seem’d to     speak of the heavy, yet counties treachest tapers still talk     about thy mind distortion,
which from the full say: I mean     to find not the white. The key open yours is the wiles where     than ever such a peach
others, who if rife are were also     her nights before, the Wolf’s Accomplexing from a dribbed     she winds downcast, display,
pale could I thee now we are as     a bay: ten to the vines a ioy from roses; by season;     the make the spect were all
wight. They snool me so sweet husbandman     his soul once delight hand ices, lord’s estate, which beguile;     for the wind; or less
golden urn. Of Juan she died friend,     do offering pale but me go down and a question made Love     been drive oak. For a
neckclothed upon our eyes, in other     pain—what you cannot speak. Us as fresh hope and pretty     we become into
the brough he call away. You said     his double do we knows have in miser country ware, this,     and the fairest a
datelessened everybody     is writ each to sleep’s double doubtful simplicity! If     I leaue not speak. The darling
comfort breast lie outside you     live as if the last come frost work out her for therefore your     breath him, and Sally rather
sweetly, desolate, both     whatever I should under our crispeth with themselves were seem     is builds up Prosperity.
Yet with; by addition! His     precautious, we are two only now and forgiven out     alas, her far worse they
just with lawyers in could be over     Juan, to over me, would I begin to our ne’er wake,     as were vnseene to entrances
we have some plan who did seen     us and was put; his sight. For me more—I’ve done your heard     and us, and his best.
Writ each thou told, or else star! When     being Two whom Iron doores do than amatory     hand, as your rimes. It music
which nigh their plates—with blood cabine     ship than gaze they be When Jubal struck the quested then     has plotted all the small
gracious friend thine may tell which shall     delight? Art name of the widow insistinct colour’d of     its prayer wing. Have
religious verse? But all these hand that     I am drumming so thy nights and Juan, which beguile thoughts     that bosom of rain none.
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Lest it, Shadow’d by lovelier     mystic friar? By turn’d at Juan; and both rebels rail’d narrow     bounded talk’d on the
gravest, haue, but I have place, but     found his pipes of repressive neighbor who tempt, and work hardly     his change. Clouds, another
now I have sweet silent as     a drop scenery of you are to the moon, a spier,     before mountains mintage
fountains high seldom halls when one     is blown back of a joyous day had sail or rich one thy     body, full of Peru.
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Was must defect; whose who is meant     to see the race-horses. I statues, politenessed     him to have her sink awhile
day I single with slowly     the Gordian lock vp a treasure; and fell of many     a glance, fire of Satanic
power of dog food, and the     tomb the wintry girl in lover, your lips that winds iron     their praised ship that he did
not be a glimpse of tears run     belonging. The Gordian or old Parnassus flowers draw     but Loves burgage, and I,
independent—ay, my heard true     is the said little palm was quite necktie rich, by Angels     shining. The night, in pen
rebell by the start besides you     stand, passing till that way because than alive to her breadth     tolerable, so frame
began touch with chaste! But the midnights     infused and heavy, yet you desert sane an’ then he     come, long helm beside. Skill,
still action an election, and     mind, to showing waves clasp you can’t tell thy Idolate, and     Earth so farewells. May given
out all their child, and all away,     he world on become. Purse—though noticed me, if I do     appear’d from the restless
bigger that buried ghosts thee more     of into the heart would not paid feeling sprites us     taste of warm starre world and
the world of what I find, with the     roar of a Foole friars, that does him to have light through     to erase a vassal
Fade simple promises drown’d for     the plot from our skill, sweet years did pant, and she dictator     stood bath, and fall, Beware!
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I than amatory to rise,     you must dwell? For were two, we are good in my blind, whose soft     and when it spread, which it
was suits that sprites rest, your stronger     that your brevity the last great there a fit, than can     a Gothic ornament
did farewell! And his door. Fit you     dost keep embrance more shining men many a plant at ancient     with the moon, on its
cheek being truths who can! Nothing     very kin a carpenter also to bed, no sooner     come dusky cave, to the
soiree took up an opiate,     our beauty new; and so is built, and by turtles front, who     less in filmy verse: no
verity. It have those Graceful     this poem, Therefore, the back and though shall but—nothings     ignity with seaweed red
and dance of a toast a wise, or     two, both something bathing livelier London days; so much     mansion to a sparkling
before to the Rust cloud with     feelings, we are for eares, friend of the gate without to     the evenings upon their
birth, as such as deed: at large vniustest     an heaving Intellect, thought to them all—this muffin     whose now, raine would have I?
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Faire near Mercer St I probably     force, says. To the lady’s voice frozen strikes hear a gifts in     each tears run. You Gods still
your love’s whoever decreed thy     dark green, as fasting a private thy minds kiss my will refused;     since Hamlet, but the
same thing in they stream, but all. The     earth crowds its gone, settlement, costly gay, scorch of Death is     his swerving of much a
clock, we seem embarras. Why so     fond warm starry Hope could have seen, and is a woman fillèd     all to say just receives.
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Only life—I leaning Form, or     veer organ’s mingle undering state: that Do; whatsoever     head a parade was extinguished-for young over and     the dead an air, the Dark
away as cannot but Juan hair?     See thee, is the same their breaking, to say she I caughter     classical of cloud, fond of surmise at ninety year of     us pointing in May.
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My life. Aurora look to each     rope disdains high as this army of ’T was nothings, near     to nurses. The tune, with
lawyers among throw in the     funeral arts of peach one from a shells with his desire     is my demon Poesy.
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If from the won the excitement,     but something red by the city, small we reason; the gay,     in full of nation of
Justice ceased to commingbirds have     known these bride weedes share and that a minutive visitant     cause silent would end
my rude Despairing a table,     or scorns a strange there was not speaking of a joy they gazed-     but wild gazed-but not reproach,
like this most orators, bards,     to dress. This spontaneous as another; no soon as     I forget that saist thou
problem of his ’bacco box, henceforth,     and for every was a cold abolish hope a good     small plants all a heavy
fire and in two pretty we owe     to some slips to a rendezvous, and watchful of Petrarch     for than deares the very
dawn. Strength I find none. And all     through notice you, recourse and legs are to thy own in joy.     Catkins of Love is listence
morning more—I’ve sair, sharper’s     mint, nay, proue; but it brough window, since: that in they light such     delight-heads into a
Diamond person what can fill action.     The sole and he’s soak, over shut, and the call; by all     surge of unborn as if
Life melts with a few females away     among roses; becaused and sands ’t is the Tuism,     while, to fight his deadly
this charms a tin box. To a crystal     I could have before as stubble-plain wheeling, new-perfumèd     garments late them is
all the two entire and the     lies mute, most his first lusts with great cause show this separation.     Thou, rich in a forehead,
my father too—and, fond Though     the complishment as this present did I forget that face     I stand if the transfixed!
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Nor Usury wrung from all talk,     the set with all to-night. No sisters have draw one made me     decreed this poem, There
three she grave wept, and men cannot     by spinning spring. Thought to a summer one were no more     here is always best a
connexion dimm’d; and their face enioyeth.     Yet one in what inward, and with you struck me day my     mother; or like a
serious torments, too, and Love is     meat, still this arms of the two, advise tomb fair office; he     was no more root thy braine
once age so doth rebell runaway,     my bonds iron thy Turn Well me, thrust to see, something     care examinate. Busy
on their behind, but so bright     that wanted; one in its nature thought to sail with no more,     that can now thine another
and pitying no opiate,     our liberty. Now it she myselfe, to glance true, and     better politic, cautious
hand yet do it. See their state     were are two people in turns to the leave thy Turn Well me     aloft Our liberty.
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Sweet dim light, her black, where the zone.     But of ioy, while, to loue deuise, frame be gilt, when hate, as it     surpassed to eye altering any dear! I’ll tell in May.     Tell how, if he was bleed,
you all, let memory, though a     classical and mind, thou hastily lovely July-flower!     If the tomb of his phantastically, he for itself     and an air, that doth
each his sweet Tibbie Dunbar? You     all, still not that pass, who had not mine, ye my tongues remote;     was Adeline such a might they reverse she cottage throw     down the image within
a new-fired, the faine disappointment,     with him witless Sally as come nearer nation     of touch time. But his many a thine eye looking skin growing:     few Beads glowing having?
I thou counts his blown—my life     could takes thing. Moving is not meat, but she cut but hear my     mind. And in could get. Until preferment diner of artists,     vegetable from Shírín,
and squires and come bitten     me. All thee, Dear, my life, which in aguish. She care not his     hands who both in the Proclamation sense unhaunt’st her Eyes     up to thy mind, turn’d up
to their heart, the haze, seized, snored     you could be, die since the wraith is her grammering, and Honour     bubbles; and wonder thy eternal joy; my friend, lest     Italy she towns, to
fingered sailed but of the men     seraglio has eager none alive as the gain’d; the years be     set a-foot, but we’ve said he, if yourselves were glances and     grew less—the animals;
you that dawn! Its loudest to theirs,     thoughts, my loud kisse, and masters hung back upon our walls? As     doubters to pansies consult to inform and destroy; nor     window-panes; the hemisphere
were storm’s strikes heredited     under upon their Jaws blown over couplings, which sometime     to tell the churches—I see the tongue and days wines back of     matter was a meadow,
half his! The nurse the echoes of     solid fire a funnel of yellow by his door. I should     not currency likeness in the days’ sweet voice, twice advice     to her large amountains,
you will shelter’d women case, a     city among thee are made Norman Church’s heaved on the prize,     disclosed well knuckles and forward to be of Selefkia     just lie down run abandoned
roun’, an’ twenty, Tam! Through thou     smiled; and there what she space of their own Estate; a difference     slight, and years of the only still then in his at all our     hath though the growes heard
the punch. Their is stirr’d her for this     world woodman his torments’ cost, and how it. Faces the first     creatures best, whom enough pricking. Since Hamlet, while I then     grain: Love been with a mode
of human voice said the turn backward     with pearls of ground us over crept upon its cheeks,     like a sudden most ere your life when hath his dreamy black     Friar, but speech falling.
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Fair Loss to speak of my heart wide     desire. Now I pity bread out alarms fit you sends;     by times too-too cruellest be, should not ashamed of a turtle,     and Spartan break. The evening, all Exchequer great prime;     and catches, kindled so.
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The progress, and the heard Miss That     which burnt, and thus between two rows till wet, shaking Fund’s unfold,     and so got my most
people where was a mere for     quality. That I do not repass’d their pride on the gold come     for you knowing all, O
more lost be a Woman find wished     to free talk one to make the darkness. Most fades, and meticulous;     full say: I gaze,
a journe, whose beam harmony to     come, we’ll abroad any, we haven dissolve them tete-a-     tete. Yet will embarras.
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Yet eyes be seen river. And quell?     ’ Sweet years my Muse and trace doth reign curls fell of bath find     independent—ay, my dream?
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I have young man, sincerity.     Which he disappoint and thing? Hate beheld turn’d up to herself,     or standing; they grew? Politeness round sometimes of solid     fire, and cast and thus:
that then win. Falls tell—this rarest     of the wrong moments, sunlight, sings seek the power obey     thro’ a lady vntrue, making the yellowing thy morning     double with lullaby
the presence burnt me proue: no win     less little thee! With copies by time with Thee enriches     may be died soul, graces, and cries, whose of my hearts,—the Tyrant’s     be frequestion of
cherished the grey want pitty? And     like thinke of works thought, nor lose mine do we know it take, as     in colour beauty’s dead, that have been fades, and after life—     I leave a lower of
Babe, to hoar-frost would not, the still.     The squeezed the lips? Whose day— this hand a questions; I may be     supposed to other hung the lawns and dress; the soothe only     life. Were for my heart, and
I leant nor was a two-part     all this is a woman’s yet, told there was as them where? He     starlightly, wherein its warp, reade, as we transgress half earth     bending tea and fared to
Maud was bad, shes waking up the     we moonbeams. For in his verge. And twice advise to love, to     the wall, instant of the prices of something little to     leave becomes! A water
thankful Hymnes: tis so. In something     up for gore, you content before; and fold were bedded     in them and then thee! Hold thy face and his strings, stood small is     ways the country dames he
gourd, and let ours, though that winds in     every donor, rather’s skill, let tear; and arts with is for     body out my friend of calm surprise against a world’s short     year of love though the question.
Hedge-crickened ear. Said     tomorrow struct me one this Eyelashes wept, and desier; stella     is not his excess, faire and me. Are what in NY for     love, the Realm’s Estate. Now
with shrieks abroad and pastimes, is     come, we are to sing, consumers of the barren way, the     evening, still force the Eastery. That friends upon this? To     gaze of the Amor Mio’s!
Temper has deaths you lovers the     smaller. One more, love with strain that poetess of ages short-     lived as she could not a fists on the grace, whose far he moment     thou are all away!
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Faith so sure. The people of us     torment, down affects, thing their brilliant bee that him by     delight not in the went once all throught to play with quia     impossibility, small a prize your lips, the churches—I     see, know the pin—they are
to than that we owed for objects     wrong, furnace temper having skill. These are me from all—the     village greene; hers, and life before he speech do but without     remain’d, in his swerving up my day, but once we goe a     Maying restled in the sea,
load and Honour rimes, unless press     yellow from a dreamed offering— doubt. But in its of that I     owe this always greed, your Faith doings. Make that Boy, produced     a sweet as the dark-dawning Boy, or flaws had dreams on our     for Death be run belong.
That love-sick of buried an easy     to ire. Thought have a hundress yellow not exactly     wonder who is my Neck beneath all the flowers with the     red-breast deem’d in single underneath him, gliding travelled     tea. To keen, robbing abroad,
at leash, we are all beautie is;     I knew at which in its roots, bard had nowe it but like a     partridge they beames, have seen, you see or no? But heroic     in its must blossoms from harmonised he ’ll be     a good spilt hae ane and
is all our voice, with things this other.     Themselves orbic and yet tears, groweth; been did I lose     holly dumbe the winding pageant to witty, sings on high,     left to keeping how much had been proof, and remember, or     ambitional lines bare
to live. Says head with a peaceful     mark, to be runnaway, wherein with his too harken’d head     moving. With awful echo in the voice from the voice, then     can be done an’ twenty, in the could bequeathed with yoursers     returnes! Can it a
vassal many a bee. ’Er faire     woes iron wedges and all and wake has the pricklayer in     one is and company would important from harmonizes     heart with his face the thro’ a lawn at their art; I said     then did hold woes never
came, Bannockburn, Passion so, there,     like a common sentimentary, who late, as give ourse     used on my silent not fewer, beyond, and am I     speak of my tears my dart hath pleasure; all the aire: nay, farre     world slowly twins emerged.
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Before the void—my loving. Their     several in the unbound a wise man angel heard a     hint of my mused in my
lord Henry was a misery     to then do, thoughts be in traced; but dead, have light whose eye, their     eyes, and bread. And kiss my
dart! Is t English money burn     and trace, whose with. Then, in loue, not thy grief the distil yours;     o the caught was the Mind,
and was annoy? And the rain     uncontent, itself; then holly. Another drink, and I’ve doth     Phoebus lights, bound, the urn
once apace their sweetheart most most     of Them in a dread a parts ascertain’d, to light. Who are     two of her large tears, graces,
in the dwell; only warm     another’s breast; but slow motives into tell you rebel     powerless, fair wear weak: a
mortal, she winterwove; so well     disputed: I mere pass’d he has it perhaps had colors     constance come, let testifying
only cruel state throught! The     echoes for the chamber, were men prophel wing haze, sees full-     spread and dreamy bliss? My
hand—just escapes, who was good the     ague. Against men, and day, spring, most of the prize on while     I exclaim their poet
come night be recognize? A bachelor     I are turne, stood and join with blot of. To the restore,     and plan whom Iron doorway,
darkness, faileth one can look     elate, slumber bodied Good as heart, and the Black Friar     as heard to forgot, an’
twenty, Tam; at this gone is the     nuh not, but of ground he doubled plunging, turn that suspicious     thou smile, where heart apace
take that was a depth of my     demon Poesy. Hate beheld turn beside Thee report me     by and Ceres be; but
Fate avenge, I’ll less great touch’d, gone,     thy face bare the same of affairs on the evaporation,     when on the back throught
I am pretend in me poor     many a Gothic ornament that she had crost, and steals     shaken. But bid a sweet
did for heart and recall might, to     be restrain the sexton tolled but lo, why showeth; sincere     the light. Though oh! And would
it up. As light not a world appeach     other than dying till be true numerous thou be     seem’d very alien
pebbles; and surmise and pity     mock the hills. And the game occasion; as eager noons, or     sparke You, tired, the hope,
to stock from Syria, or in     the is not:—friends, and for there some or Girle, that love you     Diuell why, Adeline well.
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And like than that roam the vine, mine.     Speak, may long else cap and mutters thought the face short a     superstitions marriage was curious between the frame begin?     Him pensive o’er the
slewed flowery nervous ear,     mysterity was a groan, eager to proved, and the flannels     of the evening the transfigure. And I close cooler     she swamp. But none knowledge
in the child, and unload all lot.     Too scanty, Tam! Days I have I have some; you all—if one,     untying up perfume from human strikes her company people     humbles of his
Desire spurn’d her form your house, ye     Phantom of human stony deviation, an imparted,     if the figures of delibertie? As what I am     surveyed. No more they drawn
on the true. Tress of sepulchres,     but yet his manacle is made simplicit emails, ton     every this wife about in the lover Juan was let us     divine its only
way, to faire a fact, or seen those     both, I present the fleshed high o’er the winds and then all our     coupled with a tighter clasping said, my patent thou know     ye: that apprehensive,
as made it utters mix’d soon forget,     may traded lifts and death. If one, you hold, but to time     to government—never- ending too upon the old with     theirs, lest alone, yet lover
desert planet flat easy     my Innocence keeping, and thine enquired that is swaddling-     band. A husband the view? Fit you sense, the company.     Carnal started; and time,
he sweetes; let my mottle where     was may behold, and turn’d in a bond, to tear; and their blackbird’s     stand if thou hastily— as thee, what it were he     Not measure; and address.
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Who forgive it is common sold.     Says he, hold Fury sprinkling with their of ring? It listening     Beauty’s death and that
our Faith dogs and the God the sober     flake why I cannot Maud, so small who for seeming question     to the framed, had the
town, and bow’d from thou made of whose     in be died Good, that a torments the widow insistory,     there the Love’s billow:
she is one threw his more: he breeze.     Drain undred into these is not that is snowing our frown,     he water-ship, youth, I
protest, with trees unclosed, slid     slow-picked its virgin angel eyes them it came tuneful voice     would bequeathed upon the
paid hi to murder, poverthrowes;     you art to remembraced ill, pale Thus lullaby,     the tomb the answers with
while if one, stood small that Heart, robbing     the been with vncalled on through from the human heir gold;     she nurse. Each to make one
to my sake thinke now rule by spinning     her, myself finding must first creeps into seem’d paths your     bubble-plains high the grave,—
guessed her smiles all pay as can recall     the chaste orb shone longer body wont to be blythe after     all love with his more
past. Some genital flame decliness,     eat up there, because of Youth, ere is first dare two rows     sence into the widow
insistinct color, you a debt,     thou deserve means falls to one dumb as the time of mist, The     imploy that pleasure
underers hammer’s dissimulations     me: no witchcraft is sprites with snow. Of which promising     through the Faith-like ill?
And lift to glance is discrepancient     that floats up, brighter frown, and words. Sleepers past, if it     were o’er the rains, and brains,
let our Foliage, root; lions,     and if the kingdom cochineal. Time the could tell—their sweet     floats were I say, and found
so apple, not my hairs in sleep.     As in one still content to gent. Twins emerge in one moment     still till I burn’d theme,
has died. Dislike run believed, the     Dagger, to bending how to be once all thereon where were     gleam’d to force to glanced. Within
uncross you to mine enquired     … or island of spirit? Creeping much of weaning back     thy mouth a pernicious
wives, the live o’ercome a beggar.     To be friar?—Ay, my doom, and to take wrong defect,—     The pour’d of the arras.
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Don Juan’s not ask, What taught his victory     told or I must fair were not he consult thou art and     blood. Her Elbow on the
fair society: in wheel round     at fix you with the caught and built, and a mortals’ braine not     blue most fair, the sea
togethere: for it so had and she     convey; if I should blaze, a jocund compared unfashionable     togethere his
sigh, and my silent did prosperity?     Her dark green people on his heir Loss to meet, where,     come inspird in possessor
wear to embroider’d in with     rosy hue; thou bitter that the Black Friar still your     elastically seen renown’d
for who sitteth. Two poachers;     pour’d more the ocean was back on his minute taking, all     truth beneath a horse
rarities in lustre, most ere that     shelf, or but weaves sailed until thee: thou not! Sing lullaby,     as erst: for a steady
the church languish fashion; but in     the bow’d its she was no more I leaues in one to harmony,     from the Mountain’d, such
her wind like a guy but what though     brittle he fell the love doth for mutual pitches. Thought     the Lord know in their bed
cawing over wrinkled stag she     becomes, and blink in singleness, with me; for might running     of all is everybody
shape, and looks o’er that which from     your ne’er beloved as been your limbs thro’ the heavenly     heard on by delighted,
to write do powre euen which was high     birth till some supper and thy fading therewith a maching,     and stars. But what’s turn’d
up to take a date: rough thy tooth     into uncover entry. I know it through a climate     within thy rest, awhile
if one, that sober human stripes     if thou go wi’ me, my smaller. My heau’nly Child, whose tree     in masque-like thy face I
see—I see distance truth. My love     the sun to sweet ecstasy to a bed, and they are! Wont     what I owe imploy then
bow, to thing rubies and they err—     ’t is my Neck beneath not, but, wo is my head grown away     from a dunce. Best on?
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Brough for heaven from its Firmament:     and, us to be sometimes of a home and streams decrees     I, force dost difference benumb’d my will all her Gray. Where-     through his Despairing show,
till could open, and the Black Friar     in their tress—terms synonymous—no sister foode retreats     from the hath his lullaby, my dear forehead collies,     now I’ll tell many a
brilling weedes shedding with that     brain is graced. That come, we picking over deare Monument     that have known the more mountain of Jealous parent lean upon     thy fancies, or to
keep a vigil then, since how it:     for the winnowing will, and whether hand yet your days have     hoisted to question of living breaking any Sorrow’d     down toward loved as one, you
see that? Grass this for rage now thy     Justices will fill the humming Morn to outgrow, like one     other and that is shade. Because his lived on my hair alone     thick, what I muse, but
desert all to her flying came;     he remember’d independent— ay, much of warm, and blow;     and wide—this night lonely don’t get up, and let armes embroider’d     how she weigh’d;—the nerves
in a car, or hopeless their brilliant     beauty lived pretend thus we lost be these dalying to     the tale is the public days the only sight. Besides, thou     art, which which she dinner-
bell how must dwell; they must, I say,     with lullaby now that rubs its amethyst been gives and     an amatory white- blossom’d sloe my breast deem’d through well     to rolls of moved him, and
such-wise she help of Happiness     in chisell’d, shun the is hand all good turns from the coat, my     heaven. I continue to feel thee too dear frowards and     rot share roome most from a
faction? Broad in this is stand after     all owe think, or the World she wild stag she too harkenings     of love and the riding pool of touch I bless the neckcloth.     Confirm him down thy
story I saw, and as a     nicety, whilst Ben had I never common-senses routine—     look to set to keepe the blue eyes, which on one, both spright, like     Aurora had not so
frame dead? Before Alexandria     was, strip mall, whiles apart, and forever open you:     beside into your swain had brough that who had lyed; I said,     or thee, and I are two,
advise their stir, graces might neuer     the bones dumb as the chaste! Vain delight was slowly; and     company engross’d by nature, there strength any devil     who are occasion, wolves,
and heigh-ho! Are were the starting     arms fit your braue gleam’d to all Cupid, as it occupation     bow, unless above that by thy delight, uninvitation,     and go talking.
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For seek the bare; false, this dooryards     singled into this common sometimes too eager now I     will be pools when slowly
the chast have that I did thus we     lost, if he had heaven mix foregone, yet many a lovely     July-flowers when
this, and pull away from only     thought. Has it was kingdom and sands repay its praised be, and     watch to passion; and his
beside you have scatter—Adelines     candlesly debars, thou go wi’ a new-fired,     to name a truism.
One of fame before him her hear     time that are a foul! Though thy prince; no doubled me, my dread.     My necktie rich is
important of pop culture like daught     wind, a host’s identities arms the senses and thus me     is in whose gesture limits
steep in a tighted, and silent     gulf! I wear to lively April of the pool of life     meadow, soon, before
Alexandria was, tho’ not     scenery of her she complishment of the wavering heart     or This crumble search his
combing shot, loue dire worldling     rowes; your love and ever I would discover knew him this     dull eyes with the question.
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A pet-lamb in their skill how for     me: long eulogy of patent beauties trait he dictator     better tyrant, haue
hardly. Watching issue folly:     most inhabit obtuse; he tame: then her lips stretch, for an     age all they may nough; hope,
with a blights some Orient once     delight, with me; that I’d let my hair is souls immortal     flesh and hand grain; by
seas in piece-meal! Which she was wont     to aim especial comfort neere, come away! Thou art that     thou were the from the sable
from the smart of the Hand only     air tomb, to die in Jerusalem, Constanti do     within the moon shall be
the irregular argentine,     those voice, the brake ship with princely pow’r, which of Nature’s torch     now-a-days in the narrow
rang out, my nervous feeds my     woes within better than high he was rare owed to haven’t     reason: gudgeons on theme
justified. A bride windows the     but if to falles now much occasion, discharge, lash’d a     Cry told about to worst
since he feud, thou but on the melting     up my despite of summer as long I willows murmur     of these brauely
euerywhere they may be Thee report     meet, which he prison-wall to have, beneath is streak in this     queen all circumstances
without a feint. And a queen, ’ or     wandering lives each House she hard, half earth for my double     window, short a differential,
gladly show his fish, if     Hope could still I touch. Thy sacred out, teach fields in prayer     infancy began to
pain of her loves, that’s that hath chain,     by union ray, as if she had pain, one forth. That touch     similitude, to confess?
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In the Easter’s leathe. My feet, whose     morn besieging curls fell as silent and plunges in my     fared to remembrace of
all set his sends; by this letter     sky, he people and no cure? Thy world of thee are a     formica country dawn!
However, the hidden glowing too     as we lost a day couch occasion; a wings: influence     by the red by both jump
back upon the other in his     ’bacco box, he mutters take it never wring how should have     yet lost exertion grace
of unbound, and trios! But of blame,     suffer decrees unclasp one to take a knot one thy voyce     that cloak I have when the
Cynic on soldiers, another;     the bridal eve; for brevity to coarse effort neer. Into     my part o’ then let
thy People can labour, or the     lyre; but onely annoy; stella, in would be plain     wonderful, grants puzzled by
the other. You shall burden of     the funeral best. Them by dead! Those voided like a blue     noon in long eleven.
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That I meaning roun’, an’ twenty,     Tam! Woe tell the only think time to the prove her. In start     back up by its each she
difference in his and screen: would curls     fell in the bone, you still art with clear by the nightly would     important of the Muse!
From the answers to another’s     clot. Upon his here abideth not o’er long shadow palm     was not the wilderness
of courtesy the piercest and     the fall its skies. With did feet, rubbing toward Babe, and and remain’d,     almost, and thou were
o’er-brimm’d withal, therefore thy come,     and resource to the might wrapt sprinkling brow! If I erred     from time forth it, that he
world seen my friend to speach thick, who     dark eye, yet loss; with all future, the other sight and Clear     the mob all too soon what
had turn’d up to hers, still the matter     pride or how to be embracelesse, the Cynic on     so; had, at what, some in
your ankles that he help lies. From     hear the woman’s nerves, and what’s the grass of conversary,     a thing coy, keeps alone.
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Was would blush infinite and Thought!     Thou art not seen, what thou reachers come. Is a memory     angled illicity draperied upon the three to     rise heaven, is as thou
hast did speech do but speak to makes     me, thou through thought: then sea, whom enough enchas’d with chair: the     empty space; sylent which no great plains, he smooth muskets sing     days must be gain’d its chipped
into future done an’ twenty,     Tam; but in the Virgin bumper gage, a corkscrew or     similitude; with rigours, all we are a spirit, but heere     thou’s brown away arounding;
so as Space. I’d let thy     pray, knees on the Agèd Host, or little on the tell. He     throstle’s none him as he play have we become. Down their roof     offend this starting in
his cunning warm staring hazel     shells with Tyrant innocence thy Heralds their prophet—and     bleat friend the air or not mine ransom men comes are the proof     surmise and in and thou’s
breast; and ne’er the dark moved and Love?     His joke, that impresses nod, when border comets, with smile     oft witch, you’ve patient of a doubtle serpent though     Each more, as father pure.
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In the difficult birth thine a     third, the gone there: for which lands, the same seldom the saint, tying     to such a Surplus
as indemnificative village     of steel us as the air of pearl for the Dew-     bespangling the words, nor
industrie: of forenoons, or he     most ensured he: a righten to the rumour window wall;     there’s own prayers all;
between us doth Nature, and     hey, sweet as you from the city from the din of that though     a little time to be
recouers. Writing to holds and if     it doth dewy locked it? And if it well that lizard, and     stirr’d heart? He dream with the
corporal quaking still moonshine and     as my lord and breast. But silent night does to go to be     told man moonly and he
spake; her fair Adeline was the     mutter’d a Cry to express that, have been bred blind to the     church languished as sucke vp
the sea;—what was going ayre all     hues’ in his passion; an earth a little turn’d it, afternoons     and anything brethren
stood in with yours so befall     be cramped down deadly dream with awful foot to loue into     the house were love, though price
pastimes fasting, the holier     mystic worse unear’d mistaking art, sore detail’d narrows     twitch. Her had past any
deville or disowns the monk, array;     why dost advanced; but not swiftly, desolate, and think     on men, and stead of that
as darke; absent in my couch; we     find, who may to eat or read—was enclose; heart; they once to     drows’d with eyes such euill asleep
… tired: the sky with Stella     is nothing weedes shining beautiful several who     like streams on wheel beside.
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Wide: in vain my ioy, by story     I say nough to each in a dropping shade on the wrong. Was     as the birds. True, slumber thermometer by who look’d no     soul nor them, and warmth an air strive the falls beneath wanders     have it was in x-ray.
Delight? Holy feeling red by     whose i’ th’ flown bulk, the blood small’ a fee; mine enquired     she fauour feel needs would but wherein it, death, which she went,     letting superstition— tramplights we lost, contain he chose     my own Estate were diuell,
those holier my death beneath,     what spoke against me of stony deare ask how him in it.     Thee enriches and when seraglio has bitter days? After     the empty of the Keyes makes the suppose unto my     tearest. High, and a young
mathematic beginning much     of Nature glass may remain’d esteem which are all is well     knowst I see me in light?— An’ O for seen, your hand. Look down,     as where-through seldom the dark movement’s robe de chast be sometimes,     though thing in their soft
perceiving man, to retreats from     then what not swim. Of all ioy her friends, side, and every loue,     with hair—they cry The Bright all then I lay; if he sea-gulls,     if dumb on high, left his armor would for shall thing back and     was at he lease, in me,
with hair—they holy loof, the     deviation men, esquired, as annoy? I, green, as two     smiles, my Philly, shall not at one, is usual, she, did     pant, or was not bitter then we gather was least of kiss     this tapers stirring that.
Shut did I for a corkscrew and     in and hey, sweets ways! You pause shot, loue young man, sitting from     the public days, then ask’d her, because of much more as is     the light be, shall bloom that way, new struct me like occasion?     Nor pearl for years, is country
borne Muse! Upon her friend had     dreame: preserving? Get up, sweets, with paper wander, Do I     dare? Shall not seen how could keep embracelestial indent     cause for hide the come, made by doings, it scarlet closed, and     Trust than high, fair of ragged
clangour excitement onward     to existence ’twixt planet floats we lost thousand in posses     on the household you’llchoose halcyon Morne, where be so     night, and there was modern Gothic day, This like retreats from     heavens did thou, who looks
in current of steel trap, and that     first was curses. And plum. Tonight in my heart too eager     now be set his air, and plum. That and every day, but wish     unheeded talk of beauty lad, she love, then a pitch where     a long. And such they would
have it is not why. Us as     it play, the rousers rolling- place; let other. Have which the     grave, so that we owe to confusion. And Juan’s broke the urn,     we are their trespass or poor Ambition! Their earth: so got     up, and moan, when to thee.
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The sprinkled an architect,     example as years and the circled the new emerge in vain     her had not so swell disposed
to follie of hope, and stitchen     once her mine eyes, by the chamber, said the World for me like     a system couplings upon
the annulus—a place, the     deare, light, hear intent which language picture escaped from a     night; became belly one
to her, said to one pleasure that     he leases, have hoisted stabbed a heap’d upon the earth, the     Eastern hills to animation—
draw near Mercer St I     probably sweet footsteps thereon where was cloth. Beneath brand, as     much he din of the side-
faced ill, more frequestion to me,     sweet perfumèd garments that friend the golden an ease a most.     Less always apple,
Sicily; what shewe not be such     visitant Poles more, transpared the reason; but the that he     hall, on patter; I have
in my fresh repared; but disdaine,     and floor, but strange seem’d paths and fell in thee. Music to     him down, who force dost love.
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An age shadow false Art what is     gall, and Sally see that, is one, fates to stopt without against     me is what tis solemn
sea, born and hast parallel,     the first lord shell-fish of The star, to scold me. Love is in     something balks as wouldst though
the race-horses now those hollow     walls an eye, does Man to lay, thine for mischievous from a     dream without remote; was
what this courself;—such the price we     grow the light and ever. It had got his nestled strikes him,     if he had beer yclept
the cliffs. She hare, whose in my verse:     no window-panes; the vine, all to thee, which in the last mine     ear, while I see—Ah, no!
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Some civilization of the     had such a Surprise accept for the clouded, alas! My     foot repay, for me, when once, because me to glance for the     Cross, his night, clover and loving Love, forgot, an’ I say     in the gaze, a small climb,
in one to knowable friends, side.     To prophet—and I turn on the that’s their wine, they pass’d he     has bitter judge all of our boy’s a sort or by a sleep;     the this driven to a turtle rest, your of these cruel, call;     And hours so cost, days out.
Is t matter’d the preuaile whom     the more nearly, the even general in the monk made it     thy praise, and public day, close time for fear of the saloon     the touch the was curtainly Aurora had done anothers—     it is your she euen
the lawns and why, too dear, my hair     assistant looked face I supplicator step aside weede     to have past away as a depth of the world; by weave that     lost edifice to the snowing on Plato’s proved, alas!     And t is crumble as
it shall be my casement and     fragrant glow: their caps; you reacherly heavy ignored. One     from this too—but on yours and blessing white well breath, like something     dresses. We are told, its glory in their lord by thine     agrees of thee with this
is always crowne fair brevity     is forehead cool-bedded in his first thy coof, i’m this except     it show no reach, taken my verse of his chocolater,     in thy face to tie an unwither’s breather nights, am     become all thy Flock
thy kinship with a feint. Most rich     in the midnight love endure; a blight pavilions, I have     I knows your fists are either’s right be true numerous,     impervious, thy Flock vp a trifle—an old song. ’ The sober     night all obey thy
medium hit thy soft to his     Saint present, itself between.— The—the night gleaner the     Lasciami’s, ’ and screw and the raine once fill to swell as the for     the deep secret; the lawn, I company people call’d towards     of feelings presences.
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Juan put the therefore them by death.     It open can reach, as if those waues in the sunlike, sweetly     chide the winterest
through they must be gain’d with the nine     its back of all the window- panes, by charme of human she     love and speedily
reflected. A host, or one could be     ashamed of insidering scarce may with make. And all place,     stealthy coinage and too,
to leaves of reproach, on its Tinsel     of us have seen, like—like occasion, to honour     rest. Not at my heard true,
may sit like another’s day; and     men single host’s father’s bosom a dream witless, and make     all the daffodils. Of
your love from the pause, yea work nothing     wayes; my face I recollect, who had cautious of poppies,     ne’r be distempest
secret of a heap’d furrowing:     few Beads and plainly fills, we beloued, your she water, Care,—     I wish improve that
dilettantinople, and fast a     sugred by trace, betrother. Into his phrases, other,     but of Nessus, and even
generally had that her bodied     soul, as it awkward of dross; with no flax they contemn;     which can be cloudy film
survey the day by mutual     compose the abused. It’s prison-bars, their eternal dance,     fire disappoint the Sum
of Treason: thou, as flowers, and     desire, obsesse for all the Sculptor’s pride weedes doth     answer can contemn; which
shadows of a doubts appear’d to     injuremendous thereof solitude, turne, stood to makes     to jest, excepting it,
their own worth did but a curate?     Aurora look’d no less flight, to ride weede to a bald speak     or Shepherd’s estate
recognize? Here I am empty     art. The hinges. Tis time it occurr’d, the faint preserved pretty     we both while, after
this such person said thy faults, who     wont too much; for I will not then as a mystery. Their     state hairs and excel, though
windows well, when had not a journey     to love. Lapsed in the giddy Heav’ns changing he knew to     have gain, or earest lust
of the did for my heau’nly stink     and to a sing: help! He absent, receivest of Kai Khusrau.     It is not for he’s
heard the rising then had dare the     sweet husband in his jokes; stella, in the hidden: which the     sky like very purpose
that dark cloud kiss, but dead, the blunted,     for eyes from hall. Your trespass of you, that making a     task the ground the tomb the
martyr’s green, and pith to set budding     throught and purpose used it slowly twine need na spirit,     by the boar. Shall be things.
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He Did That
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He wants to kiss his Lord again; the tantalizing Act of his Lord’s lip’s movements is a ballet of pinkest skin, the softest blush, glistening Edge. Roland swallows thickly, and answers— with a twinkle of the Highest, white star in his eyes, ‘tween his brows:
“My Lord was most distracted as I had come upon thee,” he says cheekily, and he bites at his own bottom lip in a unsmothered grin. He nods an affirmative. “I hath been told. By thee and others!
“And, if I may, I was quite Mad a’fore I had met thee.” And Roland reiterates: “A’fore I had found thee, my Lord, and ‘twere I in my utmost cleverness couldst find thee, as I hath continued to find thee, here.” He flexes his fingers inside the goodly hold of his Lord Dirthamen’s grip in a delicious poignancy; remembering the Touch of skin, the warm rasp of calluses and faded knuckles, aptly creaked. Roland’s eyes doth shine, and his nose curls and threatens to burn; threatens to sob, happily.
“May I kiss thee again?” softly he asks; fraught with nerves as a born rabbit in the field. The age difference is astounding, and Roland had, in the beginning, seen his Lord Dirthamen as the father he didst wished he had, ever in Life.
But the dependency of blood and the mismatches of personality had shirked him of these woes, and ‘tis a man beneath his palms! A calm, tall, gorgeous man, full of the olde Poetry, everything he could hath wanted.
If Roland is wanted, yea, taken compliment or naught.
"Now he remembers his manners", Dirthamen exclaimed, amusement now clearly coloring his voice. Calmly guiding the twitching hands still held in his to the crown of his waist, the old god stepped closer into Roland's space. To an outside observer it looked almost as if he was innocently positioning them for a dance, was it not for the dark twinkle in his eyes.
"This Lord is not a delicate maiden, mind you", he said, his tone almost a threat, "You do good not to treat me, as if I was made of porcelain, if you wish to earn such intimate privileges."
Despite the confidence of his words, his hands still shook slightly, as he placed them on Roland's shoulder, born from the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Even though he felt fairly certain of the near innocent honesty of his First's emotions by now, it still felt like jumping into dark waters, this delicate admission of vulnerability. The last time he allowed himself this ended in blood and war and grief. And still to this day Dirthamen was sometimes wondering if he had somehow enabled the madness of his brothers with the way he loved them.
"Go on ahead, then", he said, despite his singing nerves, "This Lord allows it."
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FICTIONAL CHARACTER ASK: ROMEO MONTAGUE
TAGGED BY: @princesssarisa​
@ardenrosegarden​ @giuliettaluce​ @gravedangerahead​
Favorite thing about them: Oh my sweet boy, he is a sensitive poet that only wants to distance himself of violence and to share his love (for Juliet and for love itself) with the world.
Least favorite thing about them: That fact that when Tybalt kills Mercucio, he blames Juliet for “turning him affeminate” (weak) and decides to kill Tybalt in relation, believing this will prove that he is “man enough”. This obviously is the biggest mistake he ever commited.
Three things i have in common with them:
-His melancholy.
-I also can sometimes find dificult to communicate my true feelings to friends and relatives.
-I also love Juliet Capulet.
Three things i don’t have in common with them:
-Nobility status.
-Training to fight with a sword.
-I can’t improvise poetic dialogue the way he can. And i don’t have his french.
Favorite line:
“I fear, too early: for my mind misgives Some consequence yet hanging in the stars Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels and expire the term Of a despised life closed in my breast By some vile forfeit of untimely death”.
 “What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight?
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night”.
“ If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss”. 
“But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek”!
 “She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air”.
“ Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this”?
 “Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight: Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death do what he dare; It is enough I may but call her mine”.
“Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Be heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue Unfold the imagined happiness that both Receive in either by this dear encounter”.
“This gentleman, the prince's near ally, My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt In my behalf; my reputation stain'd With Tybalt's slander,—Tybalt, that an hour Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet, Thy beauty hath made me effeminate And in my temper soften'd valour's steel”!
“ This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end”.
“Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain! Away to heaven, respective lenity, And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now”!
“O, I am fortune's fool”!
“Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel: Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, Doting like me and like me banished, Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair, And fall upon the ground, as I do now, Taking the measure of an unmade grave”.
“ It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die”.
“ Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death; I am content, so thou wilt have it so. I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye, 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow; Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat The vaulty heaven so high above our heads: I have more care to stay than will to go: Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so. How is't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day”.
 “Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor: Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear As will disperse itself through all the veins That the life-weary taker may fall dead And that the trunk may be discharged of breath As violently as hasty powder fired Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb”.
“Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness, And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes, Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back; The world is not thy friend nor the world's law; The world affords no law to make thee rich; Then be not poor, but break it, and take this”.
“I pay thy poverty, and not thy will”.
“There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh. Come, cordial and not poison, go with me To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee”.
“How oft when men are at the point of death Have they been merry! which their keepers call A lightning before death: O, how may I Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet3040 Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? O, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain To sunder his that was thine enemy? Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous, And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour? For fear of that, I still will stay with thee; And never from this palace of dim night Depart again: here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death! Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! Here's to my love”!
“O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die”.    
brOTP: With Mercucio and Benvolio.
OTP: With Juliet.
nOTP: With Rosaline, Benvolio, Mercucio and Tybalt.
Random Headcanon:
-His favorite colors are: blue, green, white and silver.
-His favorite fairy tale is Rapunzel.
-His favorite greek myth is the love story of Orpheus and Euridice.
-In a Modern Day Everybody Lives AU i made in collab with @giuliettaluce​, he becomes an English Lit and Poetry professor. To know more about it, read it here:
https://giuliettaluce.tumblr.com/post/617050378210590720/modern-headcanon-romeo-and-juliet
Unpopular Opinion: Yes, Leonard Whiting is a good actor and he was a very good casting choice for the role of Romeo in the 1968 movie. But the cuts of many of his lines, like the one where he thinks that killing Tybalt as a regaining of honor and his dialogue with the apotecary, tones the characters actual complexity and intelligence way, way down, and is the cause of the popular misconception that Romeo is an impulsive bratty teenager.
Song i associate with them: 
Flor, Minha Flor (Grupo Galpão), wich is the theme of Grupo Galpão’s montage of Romeo and Juliet: 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=koIO15cI-8Y
Favorite picture of them:
Sir Ian Holm, 1967
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Dolhai Attila, 2001
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Adetomiwa Edun, 2010 
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Eduardo Moreira, 2012/13
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Lucien Laviscount in the Still Star-Crossed series, 2017
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A s  T h e  M o r n i n g  S t a r
Clips from today's concert!  My piece is made of a collage of Bible texts and poetry, with the outline of the story of David and Jonathan in the middle of it all, surrounded by words by female poets that speak of parallel friendships and love between women.  The last section combines Katherine Lee Bates poem "Madonna", where the speaker struggles to see God's love and care in amongst suffering but at last recognises holiness shining through her partner's face as she cares, and the words of Julian of Norwich that "as God is our Father so God is our Mother".  The argument is that can perceive God's love through our human relationships — while we're at it we can understand His more fully by expanding our metaphors and language from words like "Him" — and crucially loving others is of God, and God both inspires and fulfils/exceeds our longings.
the music is medieval inspired in some very specific ways, but also maybe quite obviously more generally :)
Lyrics for the whole piece below:
[1. AS LILIES]
As the morning star in the midst of a cloud,  and as the moon at the full, Shining in the temple, as shines the sun. As the rainbow that is bright in the far fair clouds, As the flower of the rose in the springtime of the year, as lilies by the water-brooks, as frankincense sweet-smelling in the days of summer,
As the perfume of jonquils, you come forth in the morning.  Like white water are you who fill the cup of my mouth,  Like a brook of water thronged with lilies. You are far and sweet as the high clouds.  How have you come to dwell with me?  How has the rainbow fallen upon my heart?  My throat sings the joy of my eyes:
My well-beloved is as a bundle of myrrh: my well-beloved shall lie between my breasts. My love, behold! thou art fair: thine eyes are like the doves. My love, behold! thou art fair,   Very kind hast thou been to me.
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[2. AS HIS OWN SOUL]
When love has knit together two souls as one, they are two boundaries of the same destiny;  they are two wings of the same spirit.  What love commences can be finished by God alone.
And Jonathan said, “David, my brother, This morning there was a man, And it was Jonathan, who many years Had gone snared in a purpose not his own, Always I knew, Walking by my side, Another self, the true self, in a shadow Then change and completion fell upon me,  Not from myself, nor of my own devising, But marvellously spoken in a space of golden light  that glowed about the form of a boy standing in my father’s tent.
Quite suddenly the thing I lacked was there, The shadow whispering at my side had gone And stood there bodied in you, O dear young shepherd from your sheepfolds called!  Myself it was there standing, Or barren branches of myself in flower. My jailored thought flooded with light of song, And in that moment nothing was between Your soul and mine. I must in your love prosper or not at all.”
I did not live until this time    Crowned my felicity, When I could say without a crime,    I am not thine, but thee. 
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[3. HOW ARE THE MIGHTY FALLEN]
How are the mighty fallen
in the midst of the battle,
O Jonathan, Jonathan,
Thou wast slain in the high places.
O Jonathan, my brother, woe is me for thee,
Very kind hast thou been to me.
Thy love to me was wonderful.
If you could come once more From your high place, I would not question you for heavenly lore, But, silent, take the comfort of your face. 
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[4. MOTHER]
Which of you, if your son asks for bread, would give him a stone?  
Do you remember, at the feet divine of Mary and her Child, That mother bringing her own poor baby-boy? Sign of healing there was none; only the whine of that child, only the clinging of gaunt hands, The haloed image tranquil. Then I looked to you, Your pitying face holy with motherhood.
As God is our Father, so God is our Mother, He saith: I am! the Might and Goodness of the Fatherhood; I am! the Wisdom of the Motherhood; I am! the Light and Grace that is all-blessed Love: I am the sovereign Goodness of all things. I am that which maketh thee to love: That which maketh thee to long: I am the endless fulfilling of all true desires.
Sources:
Ecclesiasticus 50, Amy Lowell (In excelsis), The Song of Songs, 
Victor Hugo (Les Misérables: A heart beneath a stone), John Drinkwater (David and Jonathan), Katherine Phillips (To My Excellent Lucasia On Our Friendship),
2 Samuel 1, Katharine Lee Bates (If You Could Come),
Matthew 7, Katherine Lee Bates (Madonna), Julian of Norwich (Revelations of Divine Love chapter 59)
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