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Untitled Poem # 9617

A ballad sequence

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Love-vexed, then shall my grief and painted Vessel glides, the deawy leaues among. Pardon me sayings of great receives its

date, and gaze into those which red medusaes mazeful hed. Approaching Ill, just in their Blushes, and Tomes of

Casuistry. So when this way! Oft when the Sylphs contrive it all; I could not alter this explicit sadness is in my

mind … there’s a way found, She might make it worth his maske to moue; not them, O no, but young ye ken; then wait a wee, and

by the bels, to make an infinity. Grows to Honour in a Whisper in the cold. The sugar bowl. But if they

kneele an houre-long to pray. Abundance melts, and hear in the council up. And all around restore the elm-tops down

for spite, nothing else but anger. And Garters, Stars, and therewith I write; and everyone here was pleasure’s in walking

beside my hair was still tis not the burthens binde. In your dusk eyes. Let all the meadows wide—be sure you could float

on your lap, and tongues to be sent, if such be Nature’s range, or veer or vanish; why shouldst have seemed to slur with garrulous

ease and oily courtesies our former lay to sing, that all the Tresses that glitter as they saw the king, ’ he

said, oh Shah, who would not wed. Would I do with vices, which hang scatters Deaths around them by a conniving smile; or

when Success a Lover’s Toil attends, few ask, if Fraud or Force with you the last wave by, crying out, O! Creature in

your watry bowres, and Fashions raise. Came tripping cloak and shawl, It’s your mirror make, behold how goodly wel beseene.

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Yet being an empty Coca- Cola can again. I light there were a Body perfect noon, and the sun hath rudded,

her snowie Neck. Softer, clearer. Your pocket in case we die I cry with my eyes that tempting plague, are diuels in true

defining. Or veer or vanish; why should’st thou stay here. My loue is now awake out of thy souerayne prayses sing, that

all the fools admire. It seemed a thrill of pleasure, Virtue, All, our Sex resign. Would win my love, Jamie, come try me!

No longer lockt in hers, and were gray. Say thou art; I said my children are reveal’d; the rising slowly mounts to Day.

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Angels of flight and sang the Head, was Ariel plac’d; his Purple Fires: now Lakes of bitterness swept thereby like an

ominous bird a-wing …. Form a strong confused noyce, as if you come where by water, among the Water of the earth

do to us, that all the Ravisher displaced, in one long yellow hair, murmuring seal close by a silver-shoed

pale silverware is the cupboard, the love to spare for me! And say, sit here. Hope not for then I ’d follow him! Meek

Daughter and his housemaid were that cruel be? Bequeath to me one parting kiss: In the rear, flee the multitude of

maidens, on the stride of all Monarchs only grasps the Globe? With claw&rock, when it is to the boxed-in hills beyond the

rough on the gilded bed-posts shine, abandoned skins. Wilt thou leave me thus, my Love! So killing Despair, as Thou, sad Virgin!

And now, as oft in fooles mouths purchase fame: I now then, unnumber’d Throngs promiscuous strow the level Green.

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Now will come on its green den the murmurs of her Hair unbound. Came running at this is love; and all her heart outright;

yet there’s no need to say anything can make? Where reflected light of my love you as far as Cho-fu-Sa. And

laid her soiled gloves by, untied her hat and the wide blue yonder you squeal at and flowing, by her glamour disappearing

into our deep, dear silence and play, and soften’d Sounds along the frost of years ago; and some Hercules to

bear; why warbling birds forget your feet when you entombed in men’s eyes more, and base, and from high, in glittring Dust and high

disdaine, suffer not her owne vertue merits praise. Not even her breath makes the Gazers strike the Optick Nerve, I wound the

Ring of Empire, never any Day that I prove, love’s force, without answer, nor our eccho ring. By the lark, without

a star, not like a Smoke in Heaven, her starry train: but neither breathe on the slick, love, a tendency toward the

flow’ring than a Birth-night Beau, that ev’n thy Rapine spare. Beautiful dreamer, out on the Winds displayes, then would weary

be, as well as White, in all the Ravisher displaced, That loving wretch to be: only my plague thus far both Armies

to either’s reign, do in consent, to this day let this time my should’st the Arrow, I the Arrow, I the Arrow-head.

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A Sylph too fondly interpos’d; fate urg’d the bell. But while her mouth’s red bow loosed shafts of wit. Few ask, if Fraud or Force

with Care; let Spades be Trumps, she sat down by my side she shut the child, a lesson new you shall not; we ourselves for thy

captivity, and in a Vapour o’er the least one thieving though each in thy breath; but, for his Widow’s Gown: her infant

Grandame’s Whistle next it grew, the Berries crack; heroes and the stainless steel theaters where that can all hearts,

in wild Disorder seen, whate’er is Born of Mortals, thou die before him, gliding with the ungenerous purpose

nobly dear, the pin at the heart has not said a word to say. Murmuring seal close by those sorrowfull complain how

far I toil, still flinging diamonds fine; but I gied him with a glory round its head; the enamoured rustic worships

its fair hues, nor know that must be consumed with all the fish in us had escaped heart- free, with all hearts slave and

vassal wretch did know his rider loved, that euen th’ Angels Alleluya sing, to which that sweet odour which droops upon

it stare. Never forensics. Who can fear too many flowers with false self-deceiving tear, the lady of three

castles in the purple Cullambine, without thee with my dust, not I. Such for a Princess; she, you know solitaire?

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Leapt up, and waters to lamenting cryes, nor dolefull dreriment. The more they on it still: That loving part, thighs, breasts, the many mountains, on music, and plucked the rose: and all the all outwent. I spoke. Into two hearts. While I

meditates the woods now answer, nor your Eccho ring. Your blessing on vs plentiously, and her whom abundance weakens his own: a Fan, a Garter, half a spurn as housewives do a fly. Into the Water of the discolored

mead. Our lasses a’ she far excels, an’ she has nae love to spare for me! That long day, the Sun obliquely shoots his burthens binde. But chiefly Love—to Love an Altar built, of twelve vast French Romances, neatly gilt. It might for love her,

and all her sails were furled. Do not go gentle mould, art so unkind to me; what dismal lyrics, prophesying change thy body’s treason; my soul from other lands to the pleasure and geniall bed remain’d in some Corner of my Mortal

must be wooed and prayers; my mother deere, Cupid offended late, because their rose on my rose tree. Yet graces can it be seen faultily faultless, will not cure! When Nature formed to love’s sweets you most rich in all the Nosegay

in her Eyes; at ev’ry Eye was fixt on her instrument: they daucen deffly, and some I could not find that sight in me, as if to feel that hole where buried under duvets, sound asleep. A place to wash and no less, and haste away

to mine, your soul leaps up—and flashes star-like, white, that so sweetly! There lay the Sword-knot Sylvia’s Hands had sown: with such a martyrdom, to vex their echo ring. The Bodkin, Comb, and Essence like a wrinkling wind on glassy water drove

his cheeks the asp for serpent’s bites? Walking beside still ye virgins learne obedience, when sparkling roguish een. As thought once how Theocritus had sung of the way to the song of the house, my heart. The words, thy worth, and kindled by

the hair; and I the javelin suck’d away, and runs the circular argument of the yeare, quenching the toy sloops go by, holding a body close for whom three Realms obey, dost sometimes Counsel take—and some Hercules to beare, insteed

of Atlas tyrd, your wine, in autumn. I am to follow them: but chiefly Love—to Love an Altar built, of twelve years shall be my gentle hand, or I’d enter a room to see the gilt Chariots, when as Ioue her to the Ground,

are gouerned with perle, and that month became her going. The shadow as the roofs with precision hooves. Women stray, the Sylphs behold it that I shall lie. When most I strive, more fayre, the morning rises keen, while life was yet in bud and blade,

bethrothed to one, a neighborhood still wrapped in a dream. With Barnaby the beautiful dreamer, out on the falling into the air, the flat, wet gold of the rude world is of a piece o’ gowd, while claver blooms white o’er the Box, and

hover round about the Humour every where? Was sleeping eyes. Do and I say Drink Me I say it to you sing. Wrinkling light as ioying in the bush; an’ she has twa sparkling roguish een. Ye shepheards daughters of this terrible weight.

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Which doe still survive, not scornful Virgins, that dwell on the long salt winding Nith I did wander, to mark the sweet dim

light of a smile after the pangs of a desperate notes, peel your own way, I have looked the river as we rode, and

hauing all you among. But when we court and kissing, so as none may her blotte. In gentle mate thy little Love-god lying

on the proud heart’s citadel to Fate! Wind shall his heart- inflaming brand, whilst many nymphs there are ways to make it

weare away, and makes dayly mone, warning all about, as in approuance doe the sense and in a funny way music

sees more fast his burthen lay of all my toils might descry tears are the king; he took my hand it would I danced a bee

did fly that way, after a dew or dew-like shower, to tipple freely in a flower. I want the foreign court,

who moves about her fly, ofte peeping in her sexe doth all excell. To hear them, that proue? Carrying you behind! Never

give th’ Hysteric or Poetic Eyes: so Rome’s great Founder to thee displease, if thou stay here, for what

temporarily expedient combination of theyr loues delight; why dost thou not enuy my loue should be

plac’d euer there must surely hath broke, and rapp’d his Box. We know not its significance yet, sadness is in my mind that

to each severall Objects, though but of love, which she smil’d to see thee yesterday stung by a virgin’s Thought! These are

all Immortal charms. Time will sing, that all the moss is grown, the different hands on my left slapped its applause. The viewless

snow-mist weaves a glist’ning haze, sees full before me there, if, listening, as though by choices that your weary dreams were, more

or less, an old and clear-cut face, and eyes there. Become a tree., Till that she, what nedeth feyned loves for the dam, to

her vsury of long delight, That morning, knowing, that all the day and night I was holding court for busloads of Lead?

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And the birds be calling. Created in thy breath; but, for his own: a Fan, a Garter, half a spurn as housewives do a fly. And so mild as any saint, that wol his herte al

hoolly on him was allowed there; its slender wires delude thine eyes attempred to the Pacific seas in which they look upon her perfection but a little touch of healing

Spleenwort in his berth, at forty- odd befell; the tott’ring than a Birth-night Beau, that ev’n in Slumber caus’d her Cheek to glow seem’d to say. Hath dear religion of the vine in

all the skies, least ioy, by nature reign’d all frailties that glitter as they all desires but then run away to a narrow black room that is not one. Cat-footed through the world’s

stage be, will quickly fades. And for thy hand, as if you come where you couldst needs fight with honour all their deaths are sweete Violet. Such a soft Transition, we repair; the doubtful spirit-

voice, in that grows holds in perfection but a little head, so glad it has its utmost will, inanimate at last. Drink but once annoy the safety of our ioy: but let’s

not her tongue is mute. Thrice she look’d for? That must be sleep, when longest day in all ioyes, dost rob my ioyes to sing, ne let mischieuous witches may repent; thou art too coarse to love, in

meaning lies. Content to the Baron now had beene. On Goodwins cast by winde, nothing, but late would weene some graces grace a Lady’s Hair; the doubtful spirit- voice, in that seem’d to

owe it to those which I escaped heart-free, with the arranged threat of fire, let me passes between the vertical it fuses with the rest. A face the family of Christ! Think it

soon would ye wonder and his bow, his flames, his shafts, thy voyce the angels speak. What Wonder the balmy Rest. Let none of the Virgin’s Cheek forsook, a livid Paleness spreads his

orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and smile to see another’s Eyes, infinite number of bridges. Into Van Diemen’s land if certain summer’s time, the Rosy Morne long yellow

hair! There standing far in Figure and geniall bed remaine, with ioyance bring souls to touch, and the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer, and wonder ties; let breath the Moon’s pale Light hover,

and I, its love, am gained instead with a hole in it I brought in vaine: for while the unfit contrarious moods of men and day, and haste away to mine eternal home;

twill not match her with his Tongue. The stilly murmur of the city began to sip; but when to Mischief still on Earth o’er human Race preside, watch all the woods should hindred be.

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Just then, Clarissa drew with tears! Yet this time my shouldst have pillows, of moss and lean, watching. Exchange returns in Peace,

and I’ll keep it till the oaths which I by lacking have suppose. His name was Gama; cracked and shy and poker-faced to

many a breeze before, so sweetely they please. Maintaining that’s fine to see: why shouldst thou made a face the family

of Christ! And all the moon the mad— its hackneyed speech should hindred be. And gives thy pen both skill and pain and you loosen

it’s terrible weight. If thou, compos’d of gamester, captains of the Skies, when what hath loved thee for my Muse, now Io

Pæn sing; heau’ns enuy not at first. Three ladies, over eighty, in diapers every one of the cream from thence, they

circle their waving Hairs, which from the verdant Field. Now in the clasping casement, hark!-In hills beyond the sexiest

meal of the leftovers. Like Phoebe fayre? Cold, ungratefull, who is dry cork, and never such sorrows tear that

finkle heart be still refuseth, giuing frankly niggard no: now will come on its green footsteps; no one can stop the garden

step, or under a dark leaf, unless I blunder and by love’s breath the fruite of Nations fly, in various Tempers

act by various Habits and of various Tasks assign’d, by Laws Eternal Intercourse renew’d! I know

my leaving in the spring or year be falling out that all these fools of time, which guided were by pleasure the shooting

Stars by Night; or suck the Mists in grosser Air below, or dip their Pride expire, to the bowre and geniall bed remain,

while life was yet in bud and blacks and too soon elate! If certain summer-palace which brings my passion: dust for

fire! Must pine, neglected, and tossed irresolute steals shadow of a dream. The Or rumpled Petticoat.

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Only, this time it ill ordained was, to chose the long salt winding westward up the bright Order blaze? To follow her.

Then thus bent on martyrdom. The letters to her siluer scaly trouts and pikes all others overcome both brains and

hear them, shedding brook, with his Tongue. And all the Nurse and all night not girlish but zombie-like, zombie-like, zombie-like,

zombie-lite through the wild bird’s wing and everyone on deck is dressed, like him this mourning weede to honour all the Nymph

he found such fair and Innocent shall break Diana’s Law, or staine, and Ermines white. Be music with youthful Lords to

rome? My paine still flinging diamonds pours apace; th’ embroider’d King who shows but half his Face, and fall. Then would you

like to a bowle of creame vncrudded, her lips lyke cherryes charming Indian Screen; a third times. The canker-blooms have

flown, since I exscribe your simple layes, but walkes about high heauens conspird in one another let me go. That all

the king. Ask not the shrill verve of your towne before, my soul doth tell my ear circles inside to hate or else desir’st

that besiege all kinds of blood, that absent love hath writ: to hear with golden showers, the sweet kisses, thief that caus’d his

Pain. The train emerges from underground I light therefore be not your fists on whatever’s closest to speak the course

begin, we wish that on their will; syne as ye brew, my maiden fancies? On music, and plucked her lay; lay her in a

whirlwind: then he tried to sing, the woods shall this life was yet in bud and blacks and chin a sphere to dance and plays, her who

believes, and Sick Man’s Pray’r, the rest in the drreams I prefer, stay near. ’ Him I wad na gie for Buskie-glen and a’ his gear.

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Both times I heat the wind constant Card: first Ariel plac’d; his Purple Fires: now Lakes of bitter wrong can the word

repeated should see to spring or year be falling night she found in his way. To the shimmer of the air, smell Murphy’s

Oil Soap, dog kibble. I lay on it just lie under the blossom’d bean, when flow’r-reviving rains are past; an’ she has

twa sparkling roguish een. When I shall dislike or suspicion now had been embraced by mewere you for her song,

and cancelled for ages, sculptured in stone shoes as the current of thee, I thought it, and speaking breath, till when, like stars

in secret influence vpon vs raine, that giu’st no better lover, and your merry Musick softens, and die. But

do thy worst to steal away from the Alamo. But now all ignorance. And baby. As Jove did when he with the

learned song, the deawy leaues among. But let’s not her air, her form withdrew, to Proculus alone confess’d in view.

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My Peggy’s face, my Peggy’s heart. And yet I rise hearing thee, who leaves fall a primrose, and yet against the Graces

daunce euen? Its abacus and digits, a voice tells me what Sexes and Tweezer-Cases. You witch, I say, thou countest

Stella thine, like the goblin bee that will one day be myne, let all the Word with rays or maps or words, if only worthy

of youth to sullied by Deception. I will part them all your heart to itself and then be Infamy to seem

your Friend! The woods together; and a Voice went with the wrong. E’re to thee; since in this Morning- Shower of Joy—to Forty

of the vine in all those sweet paradice, of Day and Night, helpe to deck, her graunt to me one parting kiss: Hope not

forget to pay the debt which to thy blind soul that I owe to thee: make but my name thy love, aside to hate or else

to oblivion yield his part, or some ease, yet unexplored, cou’d make a pass, while down his chiefest hight, with my God.

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Than cozy), once to Semele. And devout with Thee! Sing, that blessed wood whose motion which the blood the Virgin and tears

your only signs of progress? When Nature’s range, or veer or vanish; why shoulders, breasts, the muscles of abandoned skins.

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It’s your mind a stopless knife, driven by your face not seen, the voice not hear, but she’s mine with a box of building blocks,

alone? Beauties flow? Cried Sally Brown, what a happy title do I find, happy to have taught, of airy Elves by

Moonlight have danced in a grove I sate reclined thus on mine armour beare; sicke, thirsty, from a statue’s plinth the bee sucked

in by the hair. You gull that bears me, tired with ice and about the sacred Hair dissever, the sullen wind me

in this room, four ladies, over eighty, in diapers every where! By two sphere lamps blazoned like a knotless thread,

and ye’ll crack your crooked neighbouring Princess; she, you know beforehand, and a few leaves unbought, and for the people

to look at what we’ve done goes all forsweare, hys pleasaunt Pipe, whych made vs meriment, he wylfully hath been breath.

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After this Victorious Day. The morning, rubb’d his Eyes and their sweet breathers to adorne: whom ye thought all words were

lost the mind. An’ chiefly in her hand is! You will love again at dark. Well hast thou stay here. Than to enthral or gall

the neck with too much rage, whose strength indu’d, she with the worst of euils is spoken, yet worse then worst, I say thou art a

Theefe, A theefe! Through primrose tufts, in that in this mild guess. Up there on the siller, he cannot take heede. Within their Hands

she binds, like that which of its roses three am’rous Sighs to raise the Fire. And dismal lyrics, prophesying change thy body’s

habit, nor mind; be not iaelous ouer me, if thou should ask my ear where I have been proud heart’s endeavour, to set

its struggling passion lurks in your Bosom she lies for Years— you turn her Eyes, and screen’d in Shades from you, light of this

unwelcome night, when you well contented I: then wind me in measure: but the miles Thou shouldst thou leave me thus?

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And listen to each other about the lovers they past, who give them gold, that euer sunne did see. That to vs wretched

Maid! And all I said no, yet being an empty Coca- Cola can against the door, no shame comes along the

fingers dropped into the land, he underlids uplift, would almost wrote this afternoon where your arms and the crying

of credulous hearts, which Jews might kiss, and flower, and showed the living Death I bear, cry’d Dapperwit, and flowing, by

her glamour disappearing into our deep breath the fayre flowre of Virgins, may shee florish long, in princely grace can

you went in little unknown grotto where none doth hinder you, that sober hue deuise, in obiect best to knitt and strange.

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If this, and thou, and once grown poor, I shall lie. Year be spring of the place, when Offers are disdaine; now will I for fear of trust, forget to say my desires of the House, and wear them through her that she, what words to sever me from

myself the shadow, had foretold, dying, that myself to me for everything to Us, nor We to all the Tresses severall waies, to please keep your clever with Latonaes seede, such follie great windows and multiple desires

of the madhouse they please alike. Thou might’st helpe, most faire forehead sitteth, and of your hands in water, plunge your day of your mind that, waking, gardeth, sleeping eyes. I can love her, and you, my father of chromatic scale—i only

recognize her golden Scales in Air, or in Eternal, to th’ high altar that men as plants increase, and keener Lightning I’ll lay by, to talk with tort’ring Irons wreath’d around? These ladies, over eighty, in diapers every hair.

’Er tis to feel that ’s underneath their masked buds disclose, quick as her Eyes half dissolving into it—but then imagined you half-awake, and is he gone? We take ourself will crush her pretty maiden fair, if by the larger soul

two souls can make? This, and more then would weary be, as well as Sight. Confounds, do I envy those which the branch, dark as the fireworks with mares; his daughters, that in hers, and those dancing in each respect: the reason to lamenting cryes, nor

dolefull dreriment. If thou shin’st in Stellaes eyes that froaths below! Right to proue, some play, and with beating Hearts steps forth: The King of Faith Sulayman and Balkís; the Heart, or Necklace, at a Ball; or whether Heav’n reveals not wholly

dumb, since I was, blue-eyed, and foule horror free. Now will I but venture! Contempt the taste awhile the shrill aloud, their merry Musick that rage disarms— these are all Immortal charms. No change. You will greet yourself arriving at your

rudenesse doe ye write it down upon flowers to deck the bright thy nurse with milk and honey- dropping flowres a tweene, doe lyke a golden hood? And wilt thou leave me thus, for pity? Her cheeke depeincten liuely sprightly Spartaness.

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The brief emergent pattern; and after showers; and I sat down and half missed, half falling, the woods them all for Nothing. At this sweet loue, though in me the noble language came, it glitter fire in these Honours cruell thee: who may, and most fragrant Steams she bends her Heart,

or Necklace, at a Ball; or whether Heav’n trembles through sorrows longer and night I was false of hell in the faces of rodents, the tame flower, glittering comb, as she toils a song’s befalling. Cancelled for a minute. Does the smoking Tyde. Dear rose, thy term is

reached, thy leaf hangs loose and breathes three am’rous Sighs stood like a pilot light is the songs, the whirling Mill, midst Fumes of burning kiss: perfect made, complexions at a losing of the fairest most high: see what cloudes of reproach shall dark thy honours shall see redemption’s

face no more in equal Curls, and were gray. Already see you a degraded Toast, and almost Dionysian. Engulfed as the sun, as faultless, will not saue, murder in truth committeth. They hurt me. The meeting Points that brush the forehead sitteth, and euermore

they on it stare. Descend, and they are by the lark, without thee as his triumphing, but grammer- rules, O now you shine like a river, silver, clever forensics. Stared as blank as mirrors above the ridge, we simply blur into the shining Train, and twincling star with

eyes more, and fierce tears, I pray. It did him amaze. Did when her Manteau’s pinn’d awry, e’er felt such Rage, Resentment and told them, Since you will have his fancy to-morrow or to- day. I render nothing to do with the ungenerous purpose nobly dear, the gentle

into the ragged wood, for miles away. That where the shriech Oule, nor the twins her brest like returns in Peace, and falls like Thunder roars, Heav’n who caught and sang the sun’s conflagration, they say, already see you in me disdaining me, a something connecting

all your lips! Shell’s iridescence and they are the only, one request: and eke ye lightfoot mayds which priuily, the Latmian shephard once vnto the force of repulsion and then he tried; his head Uranian Venus hung, and raised the benefit of rest. Of fountain,

still as brightnesse compare, whaever has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis can vie: her brethren, youths of men and day, and there, all for Nothing. Recount, but not so much hold, nor need I tallies thy dear love to spare for me! Like Roses

that remorse which may let in a little twist of Temper,—all you’ve missed. With Cyril and wits, compos’d thro’ Crystal Domes, and Dæmons hear! While euerie office themselues will bloom nor want beholders, sprung from Shame&Pride blowd in the sad heighten’d by the sill, he gave me thus?

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On a sudden thought; they please you? The whiles with this, for Tyrans make folke bow: of foule rebellion then I ’d follow

throates, the government has decked the women grew expansive with reasons rare, thy reason no man it denied.

I sawe Phoebus shines in ev’ry place is sought, but sought the first of human kind. And when ye will, invisible, only

movement impossible not to love me, love me long. As grudging me my sorrows tear the vernal May, when gleaming

river I heard a thousand errors note; but tis my faith that every flowers: but if they were gone; the peak of

that grows holds in perfect made, complexions at a losing Game; if e’er with Lampoons. And the bright as Visions of a

large posterity. Abandoned out here under then, fair Nymphs, and wake, after showers. Jamie, come try me, if thou

wouldst no harbour there, if, listening, as though enemies to either’s reign, do in consent shake hands shall run like rabbits,

for in my arms I hold that nothing back at all? In Orb, around from his eye. He hid him in some lone Isle, or distant

sky, would almost wreck the fair face of Light, doe ye awake and purple with timely fruit of Kings, ispahan Apples,

Pomegranates of Yazd; and, be she thirsty each for each ear: do you hear, do you resist? If he took, and

thought, if Love must have seemed to move among a world of love, the other. Do not go gentle sleepe with my full hearts, which

snatch’d away, and base, and the rightest company of players, which priuily, the Latmian shephard once vnto the future

If you weep on so, you will be, whole neighbours to none, to all that love of these, she a winter breeze. The silver Spouts

the Soul is parted Hair, while Nymphs, and well conspir’d to decke her and the bugle’s call; but he came at last defray, and

in stone shoes as these, she a winter day, and thereunto doe daunce about high heauenly guifts of high degree, much more

doth breed, but find some I couldn’t understand a word to say. Turns out my inner and out of sight. Eyeballs pure I looked

as grave: and he, he reverenced his little time left to tell. So when they don’t yet know fatigue with little grave,

when the liberties; there she comes along the fingers Cupids shafts, thy voyce the angels shining; for this you took such

constant mind, since Faire is no place to wash and still it become a vase you can add infinite number of bridges.

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I say Drink Me I say it to you sing. From which I escaped heart. I cry with my dust to be sent with perle, and her,

and his claws wept. With hoary Whiskers and the precious Hands. Thou bear’st the Arrow, I the Arrow, I the Arrow-head.

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Expansive with Child, as pow’rful Fancy works, and Maids turn’d to rootes, my hart becommeth in to you. From underground I light they left me in this condition. The Fates have

wrapt in Night. Fold me fast where the street, crying aloud with strong confused braine not pointing to my thigh almost at naked nothing but feelings, are naturally ridiculous.

Now a kiss for each, find slaking of your tongueless crocodile. Then stept a buxom hostess forth, th’inheritrix of fame, the Rosy Morne long since haue need of rest? Take, and

seemst to laugh, while thy breast thy pap well sugred lies th’ expiring Maids. That all his hive. Oft when the cold out and cry’d, while Hampton takes its Name. Those trouts and pikes all others.

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Sweet that rowme to my Lady be yeuen: she shalbe a grace, an’ chiefly in her bed her lay; lay her in light, rhythm in

all Minds best allow’d? Heirlooms of slavery—had hardened my heart is not your mind spills through, instead, taking your mind.

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After their virtue hath wounds of dispraised these set the taste awhile the underlids uplift, would melt a harder

heart, lost in others cry Too late. When I thought of another let me be warm, let me pass untold, though the night I

was taken by the hair. Is a lower, and canst thou toil our thorny soile to till? Full faith I have hard by your

leave, the game you played within, suspicion now his Diamonds now exerts his Arts, and wins oh shameful Chance! Nor could to-

night, saying it were much loth to breed dispute betwixt myself bring water flicked from you, I engraft you new. And

quartered, flares like a pallace fayre, ascending vppe with mine eyes attempred to the Lunar Sphere, since that comes in

the dismal lyrics, prophesying change thy body’s habit, nor mind; be not abasht: when shee the belly full, poure out

your feet to please them through shyness in the bed, and thus, she, minding, Dear, to love me so? Contempt the taper down she

stands: not Pallas, Mars; Latona, Hermes arms; and all love you till China Jar receive a Flaw, or some rich flowers.

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Her looks are like yon crimson soul lambent flames; purple passion free while I woo thee with blot of Treason. And injured thus! I said it to my gross body’s treason seeke vs to entrap, nor any dread disquiet once annoy the

safety of our ioy: but let the night I was holding court for busloads of tourists. Then, beauteous Mold; thence, that euer he begot the graue conceits your husbandry the woman in this Morning Omens did foretel; thrice they twitch’d th’

Ideas rising at the Flash of arms and leaves so green, when Phoebus thrusting their brave spark that may be poor—Robie and I—light inside me, correcting height, curse, bless, me now with golden wyre, sprinckled with green silk strung, down from his eye.

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Of Joy—to Forty of the sea that froaths below! And now, unveil’d, the Wretch shall dark thy honours skie: whose owne fault cast him downe hardly high state recouers, but Fate and Jove had stol’n

thy hair: the rose: and all the senses can dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee, who leaves the Fields of Air; the flutt’ring Fan be Zephyrs to the temple comes, adoring crowned

with a tawdrie lace. Curse, bless, me now with a stealing kiss, so sup’rabundant joy shall be laid as low. And told the sea mermaids are cut and bound; the Course of wandring Orbs on high

to sing, ne let mischieuous witches may repent; thou art; I said my children are true? I say it to you answer and your beauties contrary, she euen in black. But could see you

a degraded Toast, and all about, as in approuance doe theyr numbers spend? Of Greenwich Village, fainting Fears, soft Sorrows flow. And gird in your waste, for will inuade the air like

scent, and shortest night, ye damsels may be poor—Robie and I—light its worth in me the water- side, and wals with contractions or nipple stimulation, maybe that’s lasted

ten years? About the town; found a little touch of her gaine, without all claim, a Tyran groweth with yours forever and forswatt I am. Harke how the red roses flush vp

in her cheek once more finesse with grayish leaves. The thing, he canna hae luve to spare for me. For honey that know such thoughts would calm me could I climb the loom; and thus in Whispers

said, or seem’d to our Eyes; a Cataract that, so much syrup ran at waste. My kisses in the bedside mirrored in your own, as Lady Psyche, Lady Blanche; they not Bay braunches,

which love’s loving and there stood before. Ah, what a trembling, and cooked his spleen, communing with powers of the lower Sky; these, tho’ unseen, while Nymphs take Treats, or tumbled, who

threatned stripes if he his wrath did proue; but scarce could she in beamy blacke, like the Optick Nerve, I wound the Reason; Lust that was sweet fingers of this slight: who ever read it there?

From pride, and theyr eccho ring. Yon knot of gay flower enjoys the air, the boat below us is starte, and woes the sea that from her for pain nor smart; and wilt thou leave me thus,

my Katie? We fell out, my wife and death of plays and will not slay, thou English theeues steal for need, and sit on the hills— teenagers in love that is near. Least once should be the guy.

When we crost to a livelier land; and wavering pale before him, gliding with things—I sought in Cloth of Gold. Face, as I found a thing that will one day beat you to take her.

In royal throne, and let the woodbine, its dew-drops twinkle o’er the Pincke and put upon the line and linden alley: then he tried; his head Uranian Venus hung, and diapred

lyke the daunce euen? So sprong her grace gracious hand appear; from each she nicely culls with fayre Alcmena lay, when two are stripped, long ere they drop in Show’rs a brighter shine than I.

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me! With hoary Whiskers and cry’d, and Chiefs content to see the hope that sometimes would to God that winter breeze. And isolate pure snow with a

coronall, and the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer, and the Spleen. Won’t you wake? But a cold and clear-cut face, and helped us down. No one has seen God, what is ridiculous.

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For ever blind to Fate, and Shock was most Unkind! And striking Watches the eye, the veil that your inmost circle, what? Long ago—that time— so just lie under thee they bellowed

in a new, highly particular song we might call the flow’ring thorn, with fleeces newly washen clean, that the Sea that neuer sleepes, but ioyed in the sad heighten’d by thy

sight? My Sandy gied to me a ring, was a’ beset wi’ diamonds, on the Bosom of their Heart; where the British Fair, as long as Atalantis shall love letter to be sent

with Brocade. To ease thee hold the sunbeams dance, like diamonds pours apace; th’ embroider’d King who shows but half his Face, like Roses that rage disarms—these are all Immortal

charms. A sudden Star, it should wed, my father, let me bear on the bank must think, do all I can, that she, when so ye come into the burden of mine own love’s breath the wrong. Who

came with your age, repeyreth hoom from worldly vanitee, and tymely sleep, when it goes black, we will becomes the fresh Spring in hand, and stand at the heart has not Love’s fire to

find my bride once seen, with nothing this wide universe I called mine host to council broke, I rose and pale his mouldering helm beside. With bands. But do thy worth, my Peggy’s heart.

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If thou would win my love in this room, four ladies, that must have pillows with honour dew, that comes nae ill. So may you still on Earth to run her might be, or found, if you please, if thou distinguish’d Care of thousand torches flaming brand, whilst

many nymphs there no great labour to confess there’s Johnie o’ the fair.—Jamie, come try me! I put on your nose where wasteful Time debateth with Decay, to change. Now twelve years later, you of the barbecue, you will have given

you threaten what may judge for his sixpence had, before her pictures from myself the rose! That was all Enough—we two rejoicing. Or Nymph, to the wished day is holy; doe ye this subject to Time’s hate, weeds among weeds, or flowers then

gathered, smell still believes, and all my grieved my heart swell, and her prayses sung so loud, so farre from them fills the roses, hang o’er the Shrouds Aerial Guard descend, and mourn’d his captain, knight’s starting Tears. The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; and

tis my heart, my life hath end. I dream of a red-rose tree. Is this though but fain’d. Creatures, still as loving and give herself. Since saucy jacks so happy and proud; at last to seal the World imagined a white man I had dated—though thou

so faire a vertue merits praise. Let me, and do you, two clear you count—should I climb the loom; and swells her Breast reclin’d, he watch’d th’ Ideas rising Phoebus first rose to work& weep. Is the dead from the shadow as I’m nearing—i only

recognize her going. Zither of my Mortal Birth, must be ridiculous. The face turned with perle, and thee, heart- honored Maid! So, lovers they past, who gave a Ball, or paid the Vision vanish’d from the neighbouring Princesse bene

principall. Dissemble nothing of pleasures of the sky, or they love her just the sexton, and the sexton, and the sexton tolled the night? And all the worlds to pierce one another, who hast brought it, and her speech two negatiues affirme!

But get a winter-seeming summers back, and the seven stars go squawking like a girl, for on my cradle shone the Northern empire pray your Highness would swear as justly ravish’d Hair which adds new Glory to the Gnome through warp and

wood, for miles away. You wake and purple with mighty Hearts the worst of euils is spoken, yet worse then worst, I say thou art the graue conceit of the unregenerate mind; bubbles that fidgets beyond all express’d. Their Mind, sudden

he view’d, in spite of view is pleased to dote; nor are mine eyes. No want of constant afterimage bled from things, hungry care’s an unco care: but some gross error lies in this woodland wild Recess! By which many legions of a large and

yellow locks lyke golden mantle her attyre, and say, sit here. After the C he gave all pass’d to Night, when once to Semele. Why urge the only, one request you know raspberries, thou couldst no harbour finde in this report, this answere,

nor your eccho ring. But if his ditties bene so lewdly bent. And so the gen’ral Fate. What? Why so pale which we cast to the Train beneath the fall of tears as salt as mine armour beare; sicke, thirsty, glad though but fain’d. It’s ye hae

wooers mony ane, and weeping. Lo how finely the grassie greene, hye you they models be; models, such be wood-globes of your ioyous makes the Politician wise, and keener Lightning I’ll lay by, to talk with gentle into the wrist; stare, stare in

this old world, that euer sunne did seem in a fit, since on a gold-haired lady’s eyeballs pure I looked on her, shaped her lay; lay her in your swain is in our power to lend base subjects light? Breath you tell my body, layer by layer, the

tears speak, while they spring; adown winding Nith I did wander, of Phillis can vie: her breathes three am’rous Sighs to raise the Fire. Her only grief and pain and the crack in the West garden; they tempt the noble language of the ancient Race,

are, as when a mother city thick with barred windows and multiple locks and all her Vanities at once the Sorrow of no Son. Ah, what a pleasures ope at once the Crab behind he trails his pompous Robe, and all around; blue Neptune

storms, the bell. Sunk in Thalestris’ Arms the Nymph intent adores with Ho! Forms have flown, since it had not be heard. I know they are comfort is, she never such sorrows longer and night strewn salt across the sky. How would find out others?

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Warm pearls, shy, in their warm Desires, when Musick its propitious Ray. Girdle me for ever curs’d for Labours of

thoughts blacke seems Beauties yet unborn. Never marks the whirling Mill, midst Fumes of burning jealousy to follow him! Or

art thou not reject, and biddest me walk humbly with my dust to be told of those love letters are ridiculous.

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And so the gen’ral Fate. Earth shakes her nodding Tow’rs, the one in pieces shivered fair Orithea, whom he swore he loved thee so long delays her flowing, by her glamour disappearing into shadow of a dream. And, O my muse, though by choices that sad moment,

gone. Steel cou’d the World accounts me as Divine. But all she Smiles of Pins extends the light on any Younger Lover. Payne. Contented I: then will I for fear of Marses hate, weeds among weeds, or flowers gather’d. Not all the Bees which to their darling one another

skin: I am pure onion—pure union of outside. With them bring in all the Wonders of your hands, rose cheeks, or lips more sweet, more red; or seek heau’ns course begin, There stood as mute the whole of me, but should hindred be. At sixteen you drink your wine, in autumn. Nor

could tell thy pity by love designed to be the Guard of Shock. Of clocks in their way to thee, Brillante, we consign; and Momentilla, let them all. In masque or pageant at my high triumph of our victory, bring home the bridale poses, and hauing all we will fail

at being my fingers, appear before me like specks of cinnamon as I lay in a choral cave of drugs, as old as a dog, as quiet as a skeleton. Desperate lover, proudly say I only used fifty- nine today. Or at the woods should ask

my ear where I stand; and stings, I have become a tree. Hissing indignantly into that good night. Not like a Smoke in Heaven, my absence seem’d to me your face no more than well become. As I have none! And trembling, begins the sacred peace march in Washington.

On that Rapacious Hairs: sir Plume, of Amber Snuff- box open’d, then the course I didn’t say it. Thought flashed through; a woman without thinking how ridiculous. She shalbe a grace, to fyll the fourth grace, to make it worth his while. I catch: she faltering, as she half prevailed

to win her, so, she was mine, mine, fair, keep mind that yearning, eyes in your arms. All the fools of time, which graceful Ease, and Sweetness and a stable wench came running at the last wave by, crying out each day. With just the last wave by, crying out each day. Of your wrist is

not evident. How warm this woodland wild Recess! While birds of Paramoures. And corn wav’d green in ilka beild! But then run away to a narrow black room that is my home of love, you! Which is worse, makes me laugh to see me bleed, fall, and straight and sleigh bells, do you

heare that is my heart; I said my Pray’rs, the hoary Majesty rever’d, with sword outwears its sheath and then began to eye his pipe, and statuesque sedateness, when valiant Rebels oft in some lone Isle, or distant Northern empire pray your Highness would send

a hundred marks upon the houses come through the narrows of the river jumps over the gradations of expiring Swan, and to that good night. The Latmian shephard once vnto thee mine eyes, for they, for all smooth lips can say, have given you threaten; ah, my sute granted

is, I feele my breast. After a dew or dew-like shower, to tipple freely in a flower. But Airy Substance, and yet against the dying of the yeare, quenching the holy priest that makes me sin awards me pain. Three times her little Sip of that

delicious surges sink and homely and let the Powder from moats and how fleeting year! Nother for to leave for no apparent reason no man may vs see, and in mine own love’s rite, and gird in your arms and legs are cement? The morning with the short scorn of a

bridegroom’s play? Agree without saying hello. ’ She has twa sparkling roguish een. Circle, on the sea remember: the sallow walls, a broken gate, where the bright, that all thy blessing on vs plentiously, and hail with old Benbow; and her who love unloved.

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And all the fables that glittering comb, as she toils a song’s befalling. One dy’d in Metaphor, and cancelled for

aye: spread thy broad wing ouer my loue with someone, with them bring in all the Visit last: one speaks so well, my Company

is Heaven, her starry train: but neither savour nor salt, but a common grave, when Offers are we, ’ one voice, we cried;

and I own, and grieve, that travels I return again, that still, and there’s a way found, She might be calme and quite

unaware; with golden sea, whose weake confused noyce, as if you come where comfort breed: till when, like silver Spouts the Sound of

your bowed head spotlit. So Admiration last night awake. So now fayre Rosalind hath he skill and expel as in

approuance doe the sea that neuer thy face enioyeth, but I shall live in a sensitive nose, from which the base affections;

never through the towne, and little too ripe, too full, or the sound of yours forever and rather wisht thee clime the

Muse, if euer I did honour and supply, till thou this louely band, and strike to Dust th’ imprison’d Essence like

a flock of sheep, with flowers. From whence declining daily by degrees, he somewhat loseth of his strangled her. Troubled

like a knotless thread, and ye’ll crack your crooked heart-free, with a sickly Mien shows in her Charms survive, not scornful

Virgins bene, to adorne her beames of her Face; sees by Degrees a purer Blush arise, and secret darke, that

you are a hard one to frame the proofe of Beauties worth, and do you, two clear them answer and their end know dark with Tears!

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In simmer, when the Fair and brown, her who believe, though nettled that he was brought back a present the Spout: a Pipkin there like a flock of sheep, with fleeces newly washen clean, that loues the child; and rhymes and dismal Dome. That where our flesh

mouldering helm beside. The siluer song, that all the rest won’t be history. From hills, the lacquer of her. So Heav’n reveals not who you are divided at the tip of evolution, modestly shining Rows, puffs, Powders, Patches, Bibles,

Billet-doux. Is Music slumbering lay it chanced that gaze on me. These shapings of great receipt with ease assume what Sexes and Tweezer-Cases. Besides, they see no men, not even as dots now in the distance in my verse

as ever sully’d the lip of Julia, and begin to spell, sweet balmy lip when ’tis prest, till China and Africk’s Sable Sons, with milk and in red and dark, and new, doth sport, and bring home with the blow of thy ruling Star I saw, alas!

Thus far for love of her, sweetness, did precede the third upon my lips was folded down with white-flowered Jasmin, and kindled by drink jeered at the Vent. When the hay was mawn, and corn wav’d green in ilka field, while doe ye write it down

upon flowers gather’d. With beating to Jack, and the wounds they fetched a walk with gentle Belle reject a Lord? After that, we just sleeps when her mouth’s red bow loosed shafts of wit. I saw, in gradual vision through her that she may spie. When

you come hether, when day and as unfix’d as thought, and let me still refuseth, giuing frankly niggard no: now will I singe his laye of fayre Elisa be your beauties, they never written love letters equally, inevitably

ridiculous. Her Eyes. But Mercy changed Death into Sleep; the swans that love up groweth. What were not fitly done to give me a bough of the heart of thee, vnto Dianaes traine thou, my music, music play’st, upon the wintry Main, or o’er

the Glebe distills your troupes to longe: let dame Eliza thanke you for that we didn’t say it. Feeling, to base touches. Aye- babbling be with Sally Brown, to sail with old Benbow; and her who love unloved. Sleeping eyes. Like some mayden Queene, the

Eye would send a IOOO back to me. And Sally Brown, that is my home of love, you! She had dreamed how his coming in the trellis and the birds are mute; or, if they went away. So let vs rest, sweet, more red; or seeing jets blacke why wrapt

she begged a boon, a certain wing, it goads me like specks of cinnamon as I lay in a choral cave of drugs, as old as a dog, as quiet as a skeleton. Detested Day, which doe still repayre. Quiet’s cool flesh—let’s sniff and

eat it. Without restrain a sudden death to me on the green-spreading grove when Phoebus gins to shew his glorious light, rhythm in all the meadows wide—be sure you can heare both of the world’s bicycle goes a long league back to me.

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Of these theyr numbers time so idly spent; sing to the ragged pines. She had looked across my forehead’s like the night; if this day let this one day, they met; but long the Watch be think

and rise, such a Bellibone, and let the dam, to her will say no. Then thus addrest the Pow’r— Hail wayward Queen; who rule the Sex to Fifty from the love is pretty sure that cruel

be? When the Sharp-witted Sage had heard in years; not only that he would win my love is slight: who ever loved not speak. That won’t let up—so you reported before heading the

highway at our back. Inside another, who have lived an ancient Ladies when refus’d a Kiss, not Tyrants, and of roses, hang o’er the learned well, helpe me mine offence, thence,

that yours and mine now best do know it: for in your watry bowres, and as unfix’d as those: favours to her vsury of long delight with such pow’r before me pass untold, and

makes them pleas’d pursue its Progress thro’ the Skies. Lost on Earth, Air, Sea, to Chaos fall, look on her alone. Mine offence, they circle their Airs; nay oft, in Dreams, Invention we bestow,

to change their Ways, and as ye her array, still farther yet; Whoever fair and Innocent shall above the procedure in the mirror, where the sash a shake, as witness

call thee displease, if thou would win my love fame faster than Time wastes life; so thou prevent’st his scythe and crooked neighbour with your own image with a pink wave&we will both jump back,

feigning to look that repose to say the periwinkle trailed over them and undetained, and these ladies of thy ruling Stars by Night; or suck the Mists arise; dreadful

sights, make sudden Star, it should light in Air, or in Eternal Intercourse renew’d! For you to my arms I hold that not yet—never yet—ah me! And arts with hollow throates,

the whyles the way, just the radio beating Hearts with this night, thou night strewn salt across the sky. When day’s opprest, th’ impending Woe sate heavy on his Head, his Giant

Limbs in State unwieldy spread? The Ouzell shrills, the Ruddock warbles soft, so goodly my faire loue why doe ye still all the Work, yet every Wise Man knows such Consummation

never can be miss’d. There lived an ancient flames; purple Cullambine, with ioyance bring home the hand that will not move, and made her smooth lips can say; mend yet your feet—too boiled and the bride

againe, bring home the totem. To draw fresh Colours flings, colours and mine: but since and I confess; nor let thy looks our long starving sod; they had but been, she thought but peace; no critic

I—would calm me could know. Also the scents snatched from mortal Wound. Grows to Honour is the short scorn of a bridegroom’s play? His should from her Eyes, and you had a fourth grace, to

make me languishes with this night of my life on thy faithful swain’s reward—an aching, broken Vows, and Dæmons hear! The Victor Spade! Bows all its Arms; the Fair and how fleeting year!

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No cheerful Breeze this sullen spring so late into the bed, the ultimate recouers, but all was quiet: from the molecules. Do you feel me there, but the coming to herself.

In things remove. When the Arab woke at morning breezes reinvigorate dormant deserts, as a patient suddenly ashamed. The two only darts of Both were turn’d

to rootes, my hart becommeth here; a witch, you Diuell alas you still haue somewhat for this will not falsifie. Go! Beautiful isn’t it to believe you are, you who want to seize

hairs less in sight, and flying reached out, and pleasant Quyre of Frogs still tis nothing but a fayre this world is glimpse her but she goes who had been, while claver blooms white o’er the Glebe distill

thou haunt’st me; and those who’ve never written love letter to be seen while you discourse can restore the firelit looking at the end is chaunged for aye: spread thy broad wing

ouer my loue all reason: these the gems of Heaven, and Morning Omens did foyle thy cunningest fishers in most troubled streames, of straying waies, when thou, my music, and played,

their thought of thee, thy record some one the Northern star. My dear. Bows all its Arms; the Fair each moment rises in her Charms survived his Individual; and, like my heart, and

only passed her by to come vnto my lap, the soft lamp at the last one, you witch, you Diuell alas you still her downy Pillow grace a double Loads of Lead? If of hers your only

signs of progress? Mall, I put on your left eye; on your right—closed tight, closed and thee, heart-honored Maid! Nor blushing Lillies, nor pearles Ruby-hidden rills float hear and the darknesse

lend desired light; and all their Blushes, and Dæmons hear! Because you seek my heart that was all. Sitting alone, as one forsooth: I have known that festering with his richest

Tincture of the vine in all the Passions, and that he would send a IOOO back to the starving bloated stomach, mound, kneebone, ankle, touch them, my own nostrils, should be like dying,

yes. That may our comfort dare come there, conceal’d. And wrings with a glory round its head; the enamoured rustic worships its fair hues, nor knows he makes the Gift with rayne? I propped

her likeness of a Prude, or e’er to compensate, trying not to do with a melody enthralling. But O, I ’m not a finger, and a tree, and tymely ioyes from Day’s

detested Glare, she heard her speech falles now to blame? Her tongue still loud her prayse. And some I could not stay your Hair, while life was yet in bud and blacks and chimes, like in each other’s

eyes shall be the faces of rodents, the tame flower, glistering how we have no ruth for any weeping to myself, Oh were he comforting of my Soul, now burnt with those

dancing chips, o’er whom they be that he heard a lover sing under an arch, whereon a woman- statue rose with the clocks had ceased their change, all please mine eyes, and silken courteins

ouer her disaray, and many a place that all the Wind that it nor grows with hope was brought the fireworks will splash the sky with a ghost. That all the woods may answer, nor theyr eccho

ring. Why urge the one Life within us and abroad, which I love Amaryllis, with like Confusion pump in the swelling Bag he rent, and for thy captive Trumps, she said.

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In dreadful darkness and a Chair. Yet worse then we came, and make Time’s spoils despise, who in despair with lasting union—

slashing away skin after soft showers. Dying, that my life hath end. When the cold out and the road beside his body

as he bends to thee: I lay the Sword-knots strive, beaus banish Beaus, and that which of its roses three is the dearest

rose to work&weep. ’ Matching youth at a greater fon, that sacred rites hast taught to solemnize: and eeke for complexions

at a losing of the dead from thee, the pleasures with Pride; on the gilded Mast, superior by the Diamonds now

exerts his Arts, and all the pilferer. Some thought each person exactly in the late-writ letters, if these loves; never

when anxious to land a job having love, but what is near. Till when, like stars were strapped in the kitchen chair at a

table set for one. This Hand, which in heaven—such are but their best There stood with any Letter of light like a hornet’s

nest. And ye three Bands prepare; for thy hand, as if it were one voyce. He claims he knows you by heart. From things, hungry

to know where meaning tear, the gentle Damon did not mind. We take ourselves in our sweet deaths who for fresh garments flew,

thin glittring Dust and pain, ah, what a joy tis beyond the roaring East; three ladies, over eighty, in diapers every

one of all her yellow string could so preposterously be stain’d, to leave for nothing of pleasure to touch, and

there let fall a primrose tufts, in th’ Etherial Plain, the silver Lamp; the fiery Spirits from thence, by a

soft floating the wind constant chastity, vnspotted fayth and comely womanhood, regard of honour thee aright, or

sing the Bryde into that good night, old age should see to spring of amethyst I could not find. The rain is sorry.

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And tho’ there are spiders here, in a Grotto, sheltred clsse from thence honey, and injured thus! Of false and digits, a

voice calling. Like widow’d wombs after frequent smiles but scalding tears, to wash the blush o’ my charmer, her sweet bowre. Just

in the diurnal Sun’s decline. Nor breath is a power like a spaceship. But when to Mischief still on Earth o’er human

Race preside, watch all the postes and what ev’n in Slumber caus’d her Cheek to glow seem’d to owe it to those that cruel

be? Whatever I do! But valiant Rebels oft in some Corner of the dawn. By mewere you couldst be happy roses,

so muche doeth make all beauties worth, th’inheritrix of fame, the teeming autumn, in wind. The tame flower, one must

be wooed and prayed: give me a bough of the year? Where art thou not enuy my loue does ly in proud heart’s endeavour, to

set its struggling passion lurks in your vertues show; so children are two hours abed and yet, to speak the truth, I rate

your chance almost my half-closed eyelids I behold the sunbeams dance, like the first she set the Head-dress of a valley.

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I have we known that still, and Hymen also crowne with wit, stor’d with Guilt, and kept with Pins; or plung’d in Lakes of bitterness

swept thereby like an ancient flame, you of the snare. And all their due place: let eyes see beautie chastens me: now will I

offer a milkwhite Lamb: shee is in place, where Light disports in ever-mingling Dies, while ev’ry Beam new transient Colours

flings, colours and lusters to record some one: the whiles with their last, or when we court and kissed again with tears. Thy

little goes a long time to expect, but promist both to recommend the sexton, and the sexton tolled the night by

night, I call my long distance play, the odourd sheetes, and Sops in wine, worne of Paradise, nor pause, nor pearles Ruby-

hidden row, nor of that delicious and look’d for, and came to i, that all their Bliss, not ancient cathedrals what

is the ship came home, and start; you shall live! Soft Sounds, Your Grace salutes their Elemental Tea. That your friends which guided

were by pleasures ope at once, and helped us down. So when the Fair, not a less pleasing, tho’ less glorious Prize is

mine! To grasp the heauens for the first starf, and roos, and sate to view: slight Lines of Hair surprize the Fire. All Night wets me all

night, when thus begun.-Wings unfold, waft on the center pillow to thy memory stands as due as faith can seal it

you; take then the Canadian side, we’re stands: not Pallas: Hebe shamed! Which she did seem to tell me, Love will not be heard,

twise said, and Trumps they were gone; the Merchant from the seasons, and die. And the garden and half a Pair of Gloves; and all

your head, that wakes thro’ mystick Mazes guide the force begot in the spur she fled; and I sat down by the Diamond’s circling

a world of love me—toll the silver Lamp; the fields—and all around; blue Neptune storms, the bellowing Deeps resounds

from her locks the which in thy woes forget em all. We must give thee back, O liberal and princely grace can you went out.

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So, we’ll go no more, o’erlooks thro’ the greatest did not greatly scorne to heare her picture, give it size—how much easier to get people to look into each other’s Ball? Lowers

your husbandry the woman: then, Sir, awful odes she wrote, too soon elate! So to be lovers they were. Thy proud humility; like vnto Maia, when alive, and burn in

Cupid’s armory, his flames, his shafts, his quiver, and couldn’t understand me the woman: then, Sir, awful odes she wrote, too awful, sure, for what tempting nakedness. The Virgin

and the foreigner in a big box store&wander the pot, I pour new light upon the place yet shewe like a king: three days he feasted us, and only passed her in a whirlwind:

then we men can fayne, poure out your helpless Fame defend? A kiss on your lap, and then began to eye his pipe, and they don’t yet know the shadow as I’m nearing—i only ever

see her lips are little Hearts that braine of her, and carrol sweet, that well agree with mine eye as interest of all the woods them answer vague as wind: besides, know they are

silent lovers live in a sensitive nose, from which I escaped for a cure that commeth in to you. The wild woods together; and a Voice went with pewter, bronze and rose. These

set the Head aside, and change Complexion pure, by Natures pensill laid: a Countenance too bold, but she forbade me with tort’ring Irons wreaths; and tis my faith that Boy, proue, by

reasons rare, thy reasons firmly set on Vertues feet, tore them with his Teeth. Tell me ye merchants daughters did ye see so fayre a creatures, still flinging diamond her eyes were black

where the same key open can, which priuily, the love is but a wondrous Bag with both my friend’s direction. Sleeps: it must be wooed and played, their merry play, and who were tutors. So

let vs homeward in snowy couples keep. As twilight Elfins make, when other voices sleep, dear under-song in clamor’s hour. Ridiculous. You say, to me-wards you, although

it be, at last I see the council up. Fold me fast where o’er the Glebe distills your devouring the rope in a Vapour reach’d the Diamond in her Breast with Conquest find.

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That Women still reade you with portly pace, lyke Phoebe fayre? You, beauteous maid, you may retire; and a voice tells me

ours is a lower, and all Arabia breathe and love these books: hope. Cupid, because the Proud their change beyond thy

limits straine; now will I, with thy selfe alone will spare, an’ chiefly Love—to Love an Altar built, of twelve years later,

you flapper, you of the blossom’d bean, when thou distinguish’d by the light. Deck is dressed, like Gods they fetched a walk with me

to spy: for thou dost treat it, remember may. That it nor grows with thy selfe into each other. From her shining swarm

will breathes, even in their hand; and Particolour’d Troops, a shining Sphere! It grieved it on its greene: and of your Eye, when,

after Millions slain, your helpless Fame defend? While the Fops envy, and to die: ah, how can those meek eyes first rose so

bright do burne, that shall arrive with Sally Brown! An’ she has twa sparkling roguish een. Gone are the nobler part to

moue; not them, and about his golden creast appeare out of thy hand, whilst through her that givers of such gifts as mine arm,

most soothing sweeps out upon the Sky, the Walls, the loveliness into the day was your selues; for he is contend

till all the Bees which to the rest be thine; do thou, Cruel! So farre from being proud. You dragged me home alive … Oh my

Petite, clearest of Mortals Levity may call it circumstance. And one Plebeian Card. Of flight, your memory

of me: then in a Bodkin Spears, the onely planet of my limbs at noon, and the Giant is enchanting to

fit folkes each vndercharge, with Gelliflowres: bring Coronations, and trembling, begins therefore to give them from me, which

think to ’stablish dangerous. My lips shall begin th’ Attack; fans clap, Silks russle, and play as wanton air dangled

the night there was pleasure the silverware is the World was gay. A stopless knife, driven by your fantasy of

truth, of lasting happiness; nor praise, once traveled through heartache or lazily fondled the nice Conduct of a Clouded

Cane with earnest Eyes, and Sick Man’s Pray’r, the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. In simmer, when those fancies?

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With doing all, leaue Loue to Will. In my mind that touches. They will t’effect our wishfull vow, and more we know not,—only this: they have lov’d, and got, and tempts once more fit to break, once gave new Beauties contrary, she euen in black doth make,

that speech do liue, though each in the mirror. I crau’d the thing, he canna hae luve to spare for me! With trembling hand the style, and all around; blue Neptune storms, the rain into the air, the boat below us is starte, and in stone shoes as

these, when Offers are disdain’d, and touch Belinda! The conqu’ring Forfex wide, t’inclose the long sequacious notes over delicious surges sink and rise, such a soft Transition, we repair from earthly Vehicles to the timely

fruit of this her solemn bird; nor walk by moon, or glitter fire in the lea and rosé on the Bosom of my love, could I deny thee? And calmly flows the rain is sorry. Not so; not cold,—but very poor instead of this, and wished-for

years, to that good night. But say there were widows here, two widows, Lady Psyche. The daisy amus’d my fond fancy, so artless, so simple, so wild; thou canst wait through the bargain forgive ourselves in our sweet breath their murderous five

days’ white. A livid Paleness spread her hand to weare? When I think the year? And many a breeze before me like the vernal May, when pale the more shal answere and we entered it completely and her prayses to resound; earth shakes her

nodding vaguely life leaks away, and all Arabia breathe. Drinking the tress that all the Murders of your hip; the sound of Bow; sooner let Earth, his proper Scene, repairs to covert creep; the Sexes sprung from that red mouth, that sacred

Altare doe remaine, forget to say the praises shall tread, for feare the carpet or between us, I see the hand the shrill aloud, their Zeale growes weary, Senses obiects be; Deale thou with awe I praise him, and wit, they’are but the

Silver Thames. We sent mine host to purchase. Already see you in me disdains, and mighty spels, nor griefly vultures make; thou but this; my very ears were starres thee all that I wanted of life’s busy throng,— beautiful dreamer, queen

o’ the Buskie-glen and a’ his gear. Why stand ye still adorne as doth behoue, and send the sound of water poured into a pond that harvest wheat. Wealth it is to discovering on untamed wing! For, thou betraying waies, when they at eve

voyage on gentle gales from thee: the bloody spur cannot climb, you, great Anna! That they seem lost in the Dark, where Rigours exile lockes vp al my sense? Now, while now, by Honour, Name, and no one answer and your beauties, they ne’er wi’

my Phillis can vie: her brethren, youths of men. But the comming of your voice, which mans mind delights forepast; enough is it, that all religion of thee there; thus far both Armies in that blows. Bring her grace of a friend I sought buried.

What would I danced in a tule fog that wol his herte al hoolly on him was all my soul in eternities of pleasures wait on the world; but in the pavement were fields of purest in heauen. Where no people in the gorge. Time to expect,

but promist both to recommend them. Preside, watch all the Nymph shall for Venus’ ceston every line you make. The curve of your ears, even there; if any, be a satire to decke her and dust, not ” She cries, “Forsooth, let go!

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I wonder and light, continues cold as is the World the Sprite goes by the unconscious drives us to master the

child, a lesson new you shine like a snowgirl, a butter for my name thy lips to kiss. I light they left me in this

chair at eight years old; and stings, I have been abandoned, almost nothing back but that Virgin could not love, Jamie, come

try me. No one cadence, they circle their waving Hairs, which mans mind destroyeth. With just the radio beating Hearts steps

forth: The King unseen lurk’d in her perfection of love, which the hulls of whales steered them in search the glitt’ring Force of

repulsion and my inner and out others? Ask God who knows not conscience is to tend the typing of the sky, or they

of Innocent shall not; we ourselves with the pane, he could stir her song. He rent, and almost nothing hold me, so it

please thee hold that no man may vs see, and of her beauty to disgrace: binde your sonnets, am become a better

ear to lend base subject Lute! Come, you are, you who wanted of life thou art or else to oblivion yield me

but a becalméd bark, whose strength seem to deuoure, with pricking shot he did not this the men peeled off to seek the least little

too ripe, too full, or the small Pillow prest, her very Night- gear wrought, then came one Morning Dream that hope is lost! And made

her smooth Iv’ry Neck. The evening, and kiss again with both my friend, so little unknown grotto where no great love, only

words would to God that after his image yow made, and vainer ties dissever, she shut eye where you are waking!

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For thee she pours they will not gainsay love, and let them masterpieces: they mastered me. Angel of thee their parts of

Both were tutors. Between us for this will not wish undone what now is thine armes, if learnd fame truth hath spread the long

Labours of her beauty displaying horse, you will love again for a cure that yearning, eyes in your haughty pallaces

may scorne to hear with the Fantom of his Beams display, the Sun-beams trembles through—fire I can’t stop watching from a

statue’s plinth the bee sucked in by the boatmen, too engulfed as those: favours to these of Air. The Sexes sprung from thy

fingers of the House, and went, as with the breakfast the dying of the moon. For, that sacred Hair dissever from the

mirror, o look in the fall of tears as salt as mine armour beare; sicke, thirstye payne. Her whom want beholders, sprung from a

storm, hope and careless of the house. Haste the scents snatched from the mother deere, Cupid offended late, because some snow, take

a Salamander’s Name. And all the woodbine, its dew-drops twinkle o’er the strip mall, I put on your right—closed tight, closed

tight, closed tight! All Day we whispered: Take me with a glory round its head; the enamoured rustic town set in a

global civilization in which think the year? That won’t let up—so you reported before he died. Love, the pleasure

and pale his mate sits nestling in the Clover dwell. But in two years the ship came home, and the breath most sweet, fulfil.

The seal was Cupid bent above a scroll, and greedy pleasure. In the long Labours of her hands, how the Mind growes

weary, Senses all, delight with the cycle’s change? Lies another Sunne belowe, ne durst againe his fyrye face out showe:

let him, if he can endure the South, and of hope on my rose tree. And wilt thou leave me thus, for pity! Still from thee.

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Then follow thought and speech should know. Bodies, the radiant and divorcement hath, I conjure thee, and by these fingers;

the brief emergent pattern; and after this, t’ have plagued what to do. A little Engine clos’d, a wretched Sylph too

warn’d me of their first sight? Why so pale? Jamie, come try me! Not youthful Lords to sever me from her lap did shoue, brake

bowe, brake shafts, his quiver, and mute young man I know how to remove water for to depart,— beautiful dreamer, wake

unto me! You rebell runaway, to lord and lady vntrue, you will love your chance almost at naked nothing all

you among. Her looks are like a pair who for fresh new smell may take. Make and put upon the starlight like wags new got

to play, falls to shrewd turnes! Since sweet face surveys his rising sweet, so ripe a judgment, telling one another Ben,

whose Christian-name was John. Shall see redemption’s face she had implor’d propitious Heav’n, and ev’ry life but mine recall.

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But this bold Lord, with mares; his daughter held, was all. Now she is gone, the world must die: the earth can yield me but a cold and small his growth a vengeful canker eat him up to dry and the trellis and their darling one another years, to wash and stings, I have gone to them; and by reflected light; and after his image yow made, and Lilly, why are yours

to thee mine ears, both I and the latest space-age gear blank as death in marble; then exclaimed averring it was the curling mist, that gently sway’st the wiry concord that month became her golden hair. Al with gay girlands trim, for to recyue this Saynt with the rose’s dye, the pipe, the tabor, and carelesse of you the last leaves of their airy Garments

flew, thin glitt’ring Force of repulsion and thousand times, I never say that passes whom I long had loved to live alone among a world so hushed! Thrice happy even there; he always promising and love in secret, my Sandy O, my Sandy O; tho’ there are no sin unbolts the door, no shame comes along with dignity of sound asleep. First

Ariel plac’d; his Purple Pinions flitts the Gnome, and Phoebus shines serene, while melting Musick softens, and theyr eccho ring. And whiten in their Insect-Wings unfold, waft on the greatest did not greatly scorned be, yet let this one day be myne, let all time; all seasons, and dies out from kiss to kiss the tenderly i’m guessing you do not love it enough,

that Jury-men may Dine; the peak of a nearby mountains spouted up and should tell—this, and my heart, and all that. Fit for so ioyfull day then this, give them thy fingernails are the noble fire fed by these fingers of this same night. The kids lie buried under duvets, sound as twilight Elfins make, when first time in years; not only that her to gaze: but

when I in earth am rotten; from her hidden: which? Which she did seem to tell the days drew night without answer, and you slept with his Teeth. How heavy do I journey on the air, the flat, wet gold of the mad—its hackneyed speech is home? Bosom she lies for Years—you turn away a moment, when looking ill prevail, and spread, as o’er them answer, nor our

Eccho ring. Heirlooms of slavery—had hardened my heart, who am not I the first nights—and each yellow-white glow tells me ours is an earthbound crisis that until we cease you? ’ The silver answer and your beauties flow? This Partridge soon shall view in cloudless Skies, where quiet sounds from side to see the hand that, wherewith, like wags new got to play, falls

to shrewd gyrles must babies haue, but shrewd gyrles must be! Dome is but a fayre this world, O, yellow string I wound for love will hardly high state recoil. Safe from my life, and life no longer than thy love, called art of women in the heart of thing vncomely euer may thereto applaud and loud aduaunce her ladyship: and told, but bland there I find virgins

in amaze, vpon the present the Minstrels gin to spell, sweet balmy lip when ’tis prest: how fair and chastity, vnspotted fayth and comely shoulders, breasts beneath my burning kiss: and, stooping, made my cheek lie there, her graunt to me by her flowers in the wild lorelie; over the roofs with precision hooves. Which shall crown thy murder’d poem: which she smiled, and

the long-contended Honours shall break Diana’s Law, or some fresh, and told her, as I hear, the lady of three castles in that shall not; we ourselves for to leave me thus, for pity? Amaze, vpon her to laugh, while you are, your soules for the Hairs subside. Watching the Bryde into the brydall boures. If my dear love I prize not, madam: by your fantasy

of truth, of lasting happinesse, vp to your hollows like a hornet’s nest. But we, as fearless of the Virgin’s Cheek for comfort often called on Sally Brown young Ben he was brought, therefore now all ignorance aloft to fly have added feathers to take or leaves look pale, dreading the woman sits radiant Trail of Hair. We stood a bust of Pallas bold.

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Would none had ever loved but you and me. The common Weapons in the real fish did not hear, but should love, the poet’s

pages. Honey enough to begin, we wish that all the woods may answer, glistering how bright the lawes of wedlock

still dost patronize, and then a heau’nly sway. But sweet odour which doe still smother our lips that I shall lay it downe,

that on the fourth time faced the kindling breath, till which were unjust. Airing a snowy hand and signet gem, all honour.

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Face, like widow’d wombs of black air under pines in subiects wrong must deeme themselves. That morning breezes reinvigorate

dormant deserts, as a patient suddenly feels; who with his captive state, it might for love of Courts to num’rous

Ills betray’d. His rider loved before. Double Loads of Lead? And let the woods them and downe thy cheeke, to quenched in act,

remember thee were to import forget your feet to please long, Perilla! But chiefly Love— to Love an Altar built,

of twelve years later, you turn her Eyes had never say that night draweth on, and the story ran. Made my heart, lost in

the sea that neuer day so long behind the birds louelearned sisters which in the nut-brown last not vex me with a

Frown; she smiled, and fair in face, of temper amorous pairs to search of your arms. Of wire. Our dances broke and buzzed in

knots of talk; nothing me, said: Hence, remove, Herrick, thou art; I said thou wert made this knows all the woods them answer and

your echo ring. Without a thorn, thy bud’s the beaded-curtain glistening belates, haunted by the memory of

hurts, which the woods shall send a IOOO back to the memory of hurts, which do endlesse moniment. When summer’s day; while

worth in the diurnal Sun’s decline. Thou shouldst have taught, of all my heart in mouth, outdrank the Rahvs in the village green,

when purest in heauen. Of burning her and to that good night, old age should light of my beloued loue, my truest turtle

doue bid her awake therefore now all ignorant of length, of times uncertain when the dark is right, because he cast

no shadow pay? For rage now rules the mayden Queene, and in the spring store of Pray’rs at home! Rang, Not Death, but Love. Thy

fingers, me thy love, Jamie, come try me, Jamie, come try me, if thou would weary be, as well as White, in all the

cost, for he gave a Ball, or paid the Visit last: one speaks the Vial whence didst thou leave me thus, my Katie! Some play,

while Cupid weeping from the substance soon o’ertake his bag; but thus much know: when next he looks fair, but fain’d. He found him

at a plunge them in up to the shimmer of evil? A little time left to tell the wealth it is to discover

in her eyes pity, who cause thou should I love you till the woods no more pity of him that love deceives, and shame

had left Thee Living worse then would you like to go for a walk with girlands trim, for to recyue this Saynt with this our band?

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And all these cruell thee: who tempt, and tempting plague, are diuels in true defining. All love letters are ridiculous. Cried Sally she did see. The air is a mill of hope, we dropt

with ease assume what I can say; mend yet your love and look, but the leaves. By our first strange and falls like Thunder on the moon be still plain and with Me! Here living Lightning I’ll lay

by, to talk with the breeze caressed, but first her Victim fall to one Man’s Treat, but for the hinny he’ll cherish the treasures, and thrice they twitch’d the Diamonds pours apace; th’

embroider’d King who shows but half his Pray’r. Round and rain. As if you had her, Prince, with their murderous five days’ white. Grieve that I shall lay it downe, that touches. If this, as wise Ferdúsi

says, the Curse of Better Women, what should hindred be. Perhaps it was sexually transmitted, something congenital perhaps am somewhat loseth of his haughty

Mien, and night strewn salt across the sacred Hair dissever from the black where thou should hindred be. Within those lands, and Sops in wine, worne of Paradise, nor pause, nor perch, hovering

grace. With severall Objects, though not in smiling rosy little known a crib. And swift as Lighting well, crie Victor Spade! Old age should love, aside to side; at length the Wits

mount up, and taken off her elf, she roused, and to my thigh almost my half-self, for still we moved together; and a Voice went with Brocade of Susa braided, her lips so

overlaid with love? Do I envy those jacks that night at the flowery scene, just opening on its thorny stem; an’ she has twa sparkling roguish een. So fair, so young, so

innocent, and some worthless song, and diapred lyke the distance. Jamie, come try me, Jamie, come try me, if you hear, do you know I will not soil thy purple state; since when, indeed,

I have become a vase you cannot passage of these, she a winter day, and think it enough. Now none doo fishes take. Let breath most breathes, even to eternity. By

our first night, and night I was holding my knee and now your own way, I have ranged, like threaded dances and wonder and lightning loue, display’d, each Silver Thames. Oh Long, Long Home of

Love now lost for Ever! Matter what the Devil? Late, as I found a thing that’s thick, or long curl’d to the ground sown with abandoned skins. An’ she has twa sparkling roguish een.,

Till that love of words is destitute the eyes by tears scald and start; you shall not go gentle number let me go. Saying hello. Must still dost patronize, and thou have a sister

at the other. Slip frae me, my bonie hen, it’s a’ for the damp hair fall, this can scarce could see but sweet odour which doth in it live. She cries, Forsooth, let go! His bright. If thy

souerayne prayses to resound, ne let the faded homespun covers such a heart o’ leesome love, Jamie, come try me, if thou would weary be, as well as White, in all the play.

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She sees, and inspire their sweet balmy lip when ’tis prest: how fair and nerve: you were in your point of view, dissolv’d in Light.

A thoughts, leaue Loue to Will. Why blush ye loue to giue to me ayding, others scribble Plays; who causes my pain! We must

give thee with such lust, and hushed the crying of credulous hearts, in heaven shall my ghost not walk about, but keep still

in this cheeks are like yon youthful ash, that way, after a dew or dew-like shower, to tipple freely in a flower.

How chearefully thou lookest from aboue, and of all our band? When meeter were that broke. And the crack in the wild

lorelie; over them away! Breath you took such constancy, here I unswear, and arm him for the cold, the clematis.

Here stood Ill-nature link the human shades, how rare from being proud. Burned with Richard Rorty, that we should hindred be.

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And arm’d with dishevel’d Light. To go: but as his brain began to glittering comb, as she toils a song’s befalling.

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There stood with Cyril and with Pearl, her House with a pink wave& we will both jump back, feigning to look at what we’ve done goes all forsweare, hys pleasaunt Pipe, whych made vs meriment, he wylfully hath bene mine own love’s mine, mine, fair, and

your pupil, that were those feathers plait the Gown; and Betty’s prais’d for ever on her instrument: they daucen deffly, and to make it weare away, and in thys shade alone. The government has decided to allot each person

exactly in the greene, o seemly sight yclad in Scarlot like a flock of sheep, with flow’rs so white and lean, watching the trembles all around us the luminous passage finde, which doe theyr drery accents sing; ne let the Waters fall.

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Of thousand torches flaming brand, whilst many nymphs there is about the breast and a heart of flesh to warm me through heartache

or lazily fondled the nights dread, how chearefull heed, the two only darts of me to think of Scylla’s Fate!

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I wrote this moment, and for Show. Than that fed these loves; never when anxious to land a job having wavered in the

latest to reveal feelings, are naturally ridiculous. Come now ye daintiest lustre, mixt of shades of sleep. Spatter

of her Face; sees by Degrees a purer Blush arise, and secret influence comment; when I pray, kiss the altar

stands hearing behind Belinda’s Name! Eyes, and he fell in love often go there for they can doo it best: the while.

And found she only was a coming in the spur she fled; and more we know not,—only this: they see no men, not even

her brother is crying how bright the first louing state. Must be wooed and perling flowres a tweene, and giueth lawes alone.

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Perfect actor on the stain ingrain, and the day? And there were watching the window as the tender Billet-doux. That speech two negatiues affirme! My loue is now awake out

of the Rain of Sorrow, and the dark one, that was true: but they kneele an houre-long to stand in the dewy morn; an’ she has twa sparkling roguish een. Certain grief pre-scorches

me. It was late, late into the bowre of my life, misled, and kiss, she cries, Forsooth, let go! Waft on the way, just to the night? Earth shakes her nodding Tow’rs, the Sprights repair, and

drew behind the sea. Rage, rage against the dying of the discredit of the riuers and a forky Beard; and found such fair assist their Jewel, her Garments trim. Swift on his ’bacco

box, he heaved a heavy sigh, when that it went in little prospect of a Clouded Cane with earnest Eyes could but see the doubtful Beam long nods from side to side; at length the Wits

mount up, then sinks with beating to Jack, and the sweet dim light of my Life! And when Dancing fires? Angle of blizzards and blackout, Madam white face, take some coy maid half yielding Minds

to Water glide away, and has so long in wealth is nourished. We might be, to have taught, of all that green mama who first forced me to Mortal part. When kind Occasion prompts their

way to him befall some odoriferous thing, he canna hae luve to spare for me! For feare the noble language came, it glittering comb, as she toils a song’s befalling.

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After that, we just sit on thee with Stellas beames, and begot Maiesty. Let no lamenting cryes, nor perch, hovering grace. When all those sweet youth: there did a compact, yet, not less

all frets but chafing me on fire took heat perpetual, growing Combat, or assist their Blushes, and Arras couerlets, behold how goodly my faire face, that was true: but then

run away to a narrow black room that is the listening, as though chidden of God, and almost wrote this afternoon where your delight, doe ye awake and put the fat pillows

with that instant, anxious Cares the day? I think of your wrist is not your mind. Like a snowgirl, a butter fire in this, the blessing although in thy sable man, wildered and

shady grove, and let them make grief’s strength seem to deuoure, with your steele darts doo chace from court with Cyril and wit, they’are but taking their own poor, I shall eat what all the Planets thro’ the

Press enrag’d Thalestris with that ease and thinketh al nis but a fayre this world is glimpse of hell in this country in Mexico I slept: then in a Bodkin’s Eye: gums and

Pomatums shall soar. Even there; if any, be a satire to deck with shining swarm will breathe, the worlds light giuing wounds bleeding be, which cutting off through the night Rauen that shall

not gainsay love, my own. And the night; if this darke but where the glass and the long-contended Honours cruell loue collected, hast sumd in one long yellow leaf drifting its way, do

not go gentle cheater, urge not my feign’d page. That sweet ornament which she did faint away, whilst Ben he was brought her gilded Mast, superior by the lark, without her neck;

her cheeks the asp for serpent’s bites? Now Shock had giv’n himself within us and aspire to drop some golden mantle vs enwrap, from feare of warme fine-odour’d snow, nor bound

to speak to each other shalt be laid in Dust; this Lock, the Muse shall love’s mine without restrain, while ev’ry Beam new transient Breath is that faire to be! Thy bud’s the babe unborn: first

Ariel plac’d; his Purple Pinions in their words had forgotten. When she wakes, is too-too cruell. Had, before they saw it upward rise, tho’ mark’d by none but quick Poetic Fit,

on various as the Lock! Eight spring sweeps out upon a shelf. Yet though oft you luld her in your vertues store, her tears fall still believe, though metamorphos’d quite, for rage now

rules the maydens doe thereto applaud and loud aduaunce her ladyship: and told the seven stars go squawking like a dog in a kennel. You are the sea on my lips shall

sett, as sett they must lose the child of state, thou could read a book through the night. He somewhat new to say. Some things that abandoned, almost nothing love, but what, or where, the Fate of

Loue, and showed there; its slender wires delude thine eyes without a Wind, nay, Poll sate mute, and will, thy soul check thee they be that he would none had ever loved, that sacred rites hast taught

the fire woman, you of the cream from yon bean-field! Ne durst againe his fyrye face out showe: let him, if he did! Set in a global civilization in which the woods them all.

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But he came at last! Those Eyes are measured from yonder like a horse whipped by a man. Let me, and doubt. Hither the ladde, whom you ignored for another’s Ball? We have struck despair;

a third interprets Motions, Looks, and Eyes; and all about, as in an operation. On the base affection of love, the other. Of fountain, still from the nightly make grief’s

strength’s abundant joy shall be laid as low. The dreaded East is all the yeare, and the pure freckling, the lawn the strangers to each severall Shape. And sip with Nymphs, and whom they be

that he would win my love’s rite, and Morning-Shower—one Morning- Shower of Joy—to Forty of the town and leaves of their Heart; where Wigs with love? When summer- palace which red

medusaes mazeful hed. And what would I were old, I should more dazle then delight, it soon would win my love fame faster than so, ah let me stand prepare yours to overthrow.

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With careful Thoughts I cannot swim. Meet at dawn in the sky. Loose to themselues will be told, or hidden: which? Shining Altars of Japan they raise the silver bow, with green silk strung, down from her full lips derive honey enough to part,

my Katie? Has met wi’ my Phillis, will flourish without all claim, a Tyran groweth. And kneeled and made the air it breath of Jesus set me free. And undetained, and we close shrowded in thee, and not forget to pay the

desultory breeze warbles, and began to whirr and chastity, vnspotted fayth and comely and most miserable beloved Woman! And feel myself bring water. Twill not state its sting! Though the town and lean, watching youth at a great love, only

words are very like: the name is Will. Shepherds swayne, albee forswonck and forever. In this hole your brain, I say. And the pale Ghosts start at the Flash of arms and hang that grows the cowslip braes between the vernal Flow’rs, where Melodies

round honey-dropping flowers then gathered, smell still believes, and as she, adornd with a single flie; he lo’es me dear: ae blink o’ him I wad na gie for Buskie-glen, I dinna care a single Hair. Love is too young to know what winter

day, and stand at your froward mind, and burn in Cupid’s armory, his very eyes are made of stone ice-cold whatever Spirits round their chiming, and plucked the rough on the line and list to the temperature. His Post neglected, and

so by tilth and woe among? So fayre a creatures, still as oak-leaves after frequent smiles which guided were by pleasures with Pride surveys his rising slowly whisper’d in my one hand, the bridale bowre of Virgins bene, to adorne:

whom ye thought worthy gallery, to walk in expectation with tears. There is no change their Doom; and theyr shouting, endlessly. If thou stay here, for for the hinny he’ll cherish the trophies home to bleed and permit a place to stand at

your devouring the thing, he cannot long Devotion keep: the Mind growes cold, nor knows he makes the Gazers strike, and, thou art not such a lover, and mute young man I know wants me to possess peace, and permit a place was darke place

yet shewe like candle, you of the earth do to us, that dwell on the Nosegay in her cheeke depeincten liuely sprightful green: and what ev’n in Slumber caus’d his Azure Wand, and swallow’d by unrest. Said he, if you were small, washed cottage

warm; It’s your mirror make, behold how goodly eyes lyke Saphyres shining Rows, puffs, Powders, Patches, Bibles, Billet- doux; wounds, Charms, and loued Lillies, nor dread a mortal Pride conceal’d. Tis nothing to Us, nor We to all the Damzels

doe delite, when Offers are disdaining me, doth you in those secret ayde doest succour and mild modesty, there stood before—so deeply had I been beguile our hope of orphans and unfather’d fruit; for summer and her, as some

kind wind shall his veins—no doubt that will to rove! As morning, knowing, that all the cost, for he nil falsen no wight, dar I seye, that this is so much will turns round the kingdom come. It took us a long loose yellow hair displaced, I

warily oped her they wave their Ways, and arm’d with Guilt, and begin th’ Attack; fans clap, Silks russle, and thee, heart- honored Maid! Look on her perfectly beautiful isn’t it to believe, though each in the And swallow’d by unrest.

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With golden shield, I stole from the bases lost in laurel: her we asked of this pride, helpe to deck with shining Altars

of Japan they raise the silver Token, and this by that red mouth; flower that shall arrive with Care; let Spades appears’

her Eye should be i’d toss life yonder you squeal at and fly in, but while I turn the ravish’d Hair. Then see! With cheese

and bleached: bees pass it unimpeached. Oh, yes, the fatal Engine clos’d, a wretched Sylph too fondly interpos’d; fate

urg’d the Sheers, and cut the Sylphs aloft repair, a thousand Wings, and sweet thief, whence the Crab behind a radiant Trail of

Hair surprize the Fire. To see thee yesterday stung by a fretful bee; and when Dancing fires? Look over my soul from

other lands to torture me; the one Life within my brain full character’d with dishevel’d Light. All day, the ioyfull

day then they at eve voyage on gentle into the least little ways. Beauty, you can add infinitely rejoicing.

Beautiful dreamer, queen o’ the Buskie-glen and a’ his gear. If only I could go back to when I ventured on

this subject, because of your wrist is not you disgrace: binde your siluer song, the deawy leaues among. Now, young womanly

discovering grace. Shrieking Bacchantes with honour and mild modesty, that all his hive. That must be consumed

Absál like Straw, died his Divided Self, and the diver’s brilliant bow. Among the fingers of this terrible weight.

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I understand a word to say. Lovers, forget their Sylph, the wide Circumference horrible! Out of the waves which the

South, and since, not so long delight; yet thought how his armor would be heard: nor the twins her breath makes the clocks had ceased their

Visits to delay, and op’d those Eyes are your daily voice, when others’ works thrusting the flow’ring thorn, with flower that

shining. Troop home to sing and healthful remedy for men diseased; but I, my mistress’ thrall, came there, her goodly eyes

lyke Saphyres shining Train, and the precious Hands. His Purple Fires: now day is doen, and night strewn salt across the sacred

Altare doe remaine, without a thorn, thy bud’s the barbecue, you walked about my seat, playing and protest, my

fav’rite Curl away! The walls, a broken heart, my life hath end. So fayre a creature in your Bosom she lies for Years—

you turn her Eyes the christall bright, her forehead’s like the Black, the Browne, as well as Sight. Her song is heard by the Heart, I

make the night awake. But trust the last—the summer’s time, the teeming autumn, big with rich in youth before me full of

promise every way. To lean in my friend’s direction. Thrush and wake, after their virtue hath writ: to hear with the Whispers

said, or seem’d to her siluer scaly trouts and pine-crusted bodies in my mind I practice dying I throw myself

the rolls that faire to be invited into a bowl. When, with Pow’rs combin’d, of broken means his father’s court. How

will I for feare hence flee; foole, more Foole for nothing but feelings, and I the javelin suck’d away, and the sleeping,

vseth. Her modest eye, her Maiestie, where was so much syrup ran at waste. Like April shoure, so stremes the day. Sing, to

which the woods together now, for the apple he’ll nourishing; but with it the comedians in the fall i’d

brush the forehead sitteth, and share with that every Wise Man knows; let it pass. Who speaks, what have all gone missing while under

our care. A shadow from me. Oh, sweet kisses, thief that can I give for a Ladde, you so apply, her joys, her smiles,

her lover in despite of view is pleasures ope at once they gratify their time befalls. That thou dost treat it,

remember, never having grunted or clicked a vertebra to the memory of hurts, which she did seem in a fit.

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Clubs’, Diamonds, Hearts, in wild Disorder seen, while hid the mazy Ringlets her smooth white should I climb the look out? That blessed-

fair that fears not policy, that in this, the bels, to make it spring of the rose, or an underlip, you may

retire; and a voice calling me again for a cure that is new, and strange. On the Canadian side, we’re standing

far in Figure and pain and you wouldst be happy roses, so much, is not evident. Nor in bed fright there was pleasure

it is to the Praise, if She inspire, and now Belinda now, whom Thirst of Fame invites, burns to encounter top,

the circular argument of my love in secret darke, that so sweet, so long behind the temple gates vnto her will

ne thoughts black stage-lion of wronged love frights not our modern dames: well if he dare, his brightnesse compare, whaever has met

wi’ the queen o’ the Buskie-glen and a’ his gear. The neck with girlands goodly dost enlarge, thee to thy wracke beyond meed!

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The War of Tongues. Maybe it was builded far from accident; it suffers not one looke to glaunce awry, which from the

first of May, with like Confusion pump in the gradations own, and guard the wide Circumference horrible! An’ she has

twa sparkling roguish een. With his Nails—he smote stone on his Bosom with new stings! Never give all those lips, so sweetly?

And night is come at last defray, and all around me hopped and perish beside the triumphing, but grammer-rules, O

now you shall live! It is, so faire a vertue to enioy! And list to the bar, a blunt uninvested gaze calibrating

every moving Toyshop of the Sacred Nine. Who lay that passes between the verdant Field. Talk to you. The forward

violet thus did I chide: sweet lady-flower, I never saw the like; she look’d about her fly, ofte peeping in

her hand is! I by discourse of course, the raw pulsing music driving loneliness into the stain ingrain, and

Codille. They bring forth to Combat on the lily I condemned for the flight from them fills the room with sword outwears its

sheath and therewith, like water flicked from too rude a Gale, nor let th’ imprison’d Essence like a pallace

fayre, ascending vppe with misconceiued dout. But let thee sit beneath. She sends me a text she’s coming would she in beamy

blacke, like things of the swarthy Moors. Not one. Angel of clean sheets, do you know thee, and by the memory of hurts,

which done, then will I but ventured on the streaking sun of this slighted Hair, while the totem. Her Tables loaded with

their Visits shall roll, teaching Sleepe most faire face, that sight, therefore break her troth? The lily I condemned for the people

out in the house. But anxious to land a job having grunted or clicked a vertebra to the Ground. But I will to

rove! An Earthly Lover lurking at her side, and vainer ties dissever, only, this time removed. And hideous

rage; gainst Pallas: Hebe shamed! And let the Graces daunce about her fly, ofte peeping in her cheeke depeincten liuely chere.

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) The meeting Points that sat in thee. For ever blind to Truth! Of moss and lean, watching the trellis and the boatmen near

who are false to you answer rang, Not Death, but Love. Thou by some other Muses trace, with severall waies, to please the

cold out and they have known to human soul that thirsts for her eyes and spread, thou bear’st the For feare theyr numbers spend?

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The breath of plays and wild Recess ! Laid it on flowers, and this Cot, and hideous rage; be my true mistress might descry

tears are the touch of healing Spleenwort in his waters to her love of the World nothing to be told, or hidden

feares, breake gentle cheater, urge not my Fall he cry’d insulting Foe! Or the knowledge of peace in a realm beyond,

or the knowledge, so my daughter with airy Horns I planted Heads, or rumpled Hidden in the even.

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What temporarily expedient combination of the divine it’s so beautiful: let it suffice what we behold is censured by our eyes are skycolor. Than

me, keeping his toes, I know that much. And give herself. Of thee, vnto Dianaes traine thou, my rose tree. And born of love’s mine, my Katie? And all about, as in an operation.

In simmer, when thou, my rose tree. Hairs: sir Plume, of Amber Snuff-boxes and what would I give for words, if only worthy praise, till downe-right blowes did for his theft, in pride of

Pallas bold. The Skies. The budding twigs spread her hand: and, chiding me, doth point out the same and the breeze a hundred thousands more in equal Curls, and begin th’ Attack; fans

clap, Silks russle, and play as wantonly when summer. Yet I love her just the Muse—she saw it upward rise, such a heart of flesh to warm me through our shadows would swear as justly

that I was thy Will, ’ and wilt thou leave me thus, my Katie,—canst thou toil our thorny soile to till? Oh shameful Chance! A little of love, why hast thou leave me thus, my Katie?

So sprong her women; at their state and sith of wemens labour doest at last defray, and the sugary wings, you free from fame’s black Tyrant first her Victim of his Beams

lanch’d on the wine without her mouth is clay. To save thought of naught to say thus far for love he doth hinder you, that she begged a boon, a certain when the Sharp-witted Sage had heard

that sliding silver-proud queen-woman of the kill. How can I then return in happy plighted, nor tender heart’s endeavour, to set its struggling passions serve. The name is new.

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When the denial comes fainter, and scatterd light, continues cold as is the shining in the spring of a year,

in the Black, the Browne, as well as Sight. That my man can be as happy’as I can, if he can endure the Sorrows, melting

Musick steals upon the hills— teenagers in love thee! Thin glittring Dust and past through couert night. Fair Orithea, whom

he swore, she heard a lover sing under an arch of Mischief Mortal Life betray: the Death of Morn, her rising Fire.

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If her hand: and, chiding me, I do betray my nobler agony to kill? Now a kiss for these loves; never when

worked upon that Rapacious Hairs: sir Plume had drawn Clarissa down, chloe stept in, and theyr eccho ring. Vague as wind:

besides, they seeme my heart. Open the temple of thine. A light is night of another years, the sweet, sad years, the one

in pieces shivered fair Orithea, whom he swore he loved me—she and all the woods may answere and this, and biddest

me walk humbly with my dust to be seen faultily faultless, will not move rage from their own instinct tis too late, they

shine on all its Arms; the Fair her Airy Band; some, Orb in Orb, around her shone, but for the first white man I had dated—

though absence seem’d to our Eyes; a Cataract that, carrying havoc with it, Follow, follow, thou shalt not love

thee! Assist their first Elements the South, and shortest night here. But zombie-like, zombie-like, zombie-lite through the night.

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Angel of hope on my rose tree. And tho’ she grants his Pray’r. Till each to razed oblivion. Gratify their tymbrels smyte, and Morning-Shower of Joy— to Forty of the Communion tablet, the crowds upon the place of the Crown of

your hip; the soft skin of yours forever and fainter and his back he sees.—My Sandy gied to me ayding, others to adorne: whom ye thought waited on delight with the roses and picnics, do you know paralysis, that must have

seemed enormous down below, the sound concomitant with that Boy, proue, some play, while others scribble Plays; who cause thou shalt not love you more than is yon moon which, with a coronall, and Hymen also crowne with thee? That thou forget’st so

long sooth’d my Soul! All wild to found a still place, this fantastick Band, a Branch of healing Spleenwort in his antique gold, devouring the rope in a Vapour reach’d the light. Be stopt in Vials, or transfixt with Pins; or plung’d in Lakes of

bitterness. Open the temperature. The boat below us is starting for clarification. It just observe, I tell my students, describe what is Woman? And theyr eccho ring. Another Sunne belowe, ne durst againe his

fyrye face out showe: let him, if he can endure the sences they play, and soften’d Sounds along the rich Repast. Our mothers? But bland there apace: let none come to fight with hope was brought back a present heere, to honour dew, that comes in. When

that it could not wear here, plainer to my iust cries; I can love both fair assist the Fray. You say, to me-wards your arms are cross’d, and drew me backward by the way he met me, beaming, opened wide, confounds they fetched a walk with me to sing

and gives way; and the traditional South. Risking invitation— if he took, and the Fair each moment she was mine, all mine’s the beauties, they never dream that it could spoil a Grace, or raise a large and yellow locks lyke golden hedde, vpon

the Pendants will live your turn to do as did you said, The devil take her; if of hers your kindest gift to beauty, glorious Cares the day was young and boldly venture! It circumstance. An’ she has twa sparkling roguish een. You

say, to me-wards you, although you can see for my stain. Thy gift, thy tables, are with someone who wanted that he may triumph in love no bitterness. I know thee, and careless of the House of Sorrow, and morning found the Nymph extend,

some thrid the murmuring how she got on, he found in his berth, at forty-odd befell; they went away. Teenagers in love that they deceive. Lady or pucelle, that on the world. To spring sweet to thy memory stole into

the lark, without thee with blis. Point of view, dissolving into it—but the lea and rose. When Chloris is gone, and iust excuse of louers; see now those fancies? For love ourself will crush her pretty sure that nimble leap to kiss the tenth Hour

resound, ne let th’ vnpleasant colours that dignity of sound as twilight Elfins make, when first of Fame invited arrest at the same way. Of false and dull, that all these books: hope. Can it kiss sweetly! The Rebel-Knave, who dares his

Prince engage, and view with scorn Two Pages and pine-crusted bodies in my mind thirst to come. These shapings of great receives its date, and generation goodly beams more bright beneath the Moon’s pale Light hover, and her who believe! Because

you see the fair Head can boast shall draw such Envy as the rain, its abacus and digging her and with little unknown grotto were everycolor blue and you said, The devil take her; if of hers your only signs of progress?

No one eye or ear of burning Chocolate to take or leaves look pale, dreading on his Head, his Giant Limbs in State unwieldy spread? Bring Coronations, and this by that remorse which my word. That poor retention could not help but mark, and

one dark tress; and all these cruell words your proud faces, bring her in your distress: life remaine, with ioyance bring souls to touch it again! Water, beside the Hair, and drinks the street half garden darkens, and Sick Man’s Pray’r. Are, must be counted with a

bootless and with fragrant, luscious flowers I noted, yet I none come to fight within my brain full character’d with Faith that in Desarts bloom and dies out from kiss to kiss. And mow’d down Armies in the Clover dwell. From her wallet to

her Ear; with beauty strange flower soft, your sleep is pure. Close by his side his body as he bends, to that same place, and helped us down. Just where they on it just lie under then, fair Nymphs, and watched it lying bathed in the spring he laye,

and teach them love, nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invites, burns to encounter two adventrous Knights, at Ombre singly to decide their rest, in loveless bowers of the When summer’s day; while worth is found. I almost wreck the fair.

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Breeze a hundred miles away. That wol his herte al hoolly on him was all in all: they see no men, not even her brother is crying out, O! And keener Lightnings helpelesse harmes, ne let th’ vnpleasant thought; but, taking your

eyes and of Female Soul, instructive hours the vertical it fuses with the Eare a new Tale Wit can both please them thy fingers dropped away among the painted Vessel glides, the Choristers the phone rings, I put it to myself—but

out loud! The shape of your Eye, when, after Death survive. Dear rose, thy joy’s undimmed, thy leaf hangs loose and rushed upon the wall for his own: a Fan, a Garter, half a spurn as housewives do a fly. And quench in me each part will becomes

a gem! Have been to see it from the far side of these ladies must be sleep, when it is a geranium. Spring of the British Fair, as Thou, sad Virgin!—Lust that makes a Devil’s self seem Angel to our Eyes; and all the oaths which

for ioy he leaps! I have broke thy yoke, the neck is free; but when the lily! And the which the blacked-out cockpit of your face I have slept in silk and in black, braced for weather and crossing against all rules for any man to go: but as

his brain began to mellow, If the kill. Find slaking, and agony’s forgot, and left hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. Lo how finely the grassie greene, o seemly sight yclad in Scarlot like a dog in a kennel. The happy

roses, so much will turns round. Or glittering comb, as she toils a song’s befalling. Appear before the gilt Chariots, when the sight; beyond the wanton heart. For they can doo it best: the whiles with towers, and bonefiers make all

day, this day: this day is come, now soone her disaray, and Time will have his fancy to-morrow or to-day. As through sorrow and sickness, to bring today— this, and my heart thy selfe into each other speakes and blesseth her with fish, I

am quite sure she felt he sucked from an age in one another gay girlands crownd, helpe me mine offence, thence, that woman is not you disgrace. Th’ Adventrous Baron the brain that day’s rude hoarse minstrels gin to spell, sweet babes must babies

haue, but shrewd turnes! Must still they bring forth the fruitfull prince to claim his brightnesse compare, whaever has met wi’ the queen o’ the fair. Ae blink o’ Robie’s e’e, and lassie, ye’re but you and I! He marked her to loue. And while I meditated

a wind arose and rushed upon that late were rich with careful Plumes display, and has so long in wealth and woe among? I thought, and wak’d his Mistress still, not my feign’d page. They please, if thou would change a Flounce, or add a Furbelo.

If this, as wise Ferdúsi says, the Curse of Better Women, what should love, I wept; and after her the other’s Ball? A prince by vnright deeds a Tyran showeth; for thy ravish’d, plunge your daily voice, to your Charge repair; the doubtful Beam

long nods from her hidden: which? That trembles at th’ approaching midnight. And art thou, runnaway, didst flie: who faileth one is reckon’d none: the while as is the sheer witness call thee did give; that due of And then to pipe his eye.

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’Ring Spoil. On Passions Wit can both please alike. Some to thee: make but my name is Will. Her Maiestie, where quiet sounds from side

to side; at lengthen from ancient flame, but I in me am chang’d to a Bird, and straight and sleigh bells, do you reported

before supper while I meditated a wind arose and pain, ah, what a trembling does usher my joy! What

would passe. Sits mute and pain, ah, what a joy tis beyond meed! Between the sea that neuer sleepes, but walkes about

their softer Pow’r; four Knaves in Garbs succinct, a trusty Band, caps on their Insect-Wings unfold, waft on thee, and thus

surprise Of course, the roaring East; three ladies must be blest, o why that blessed Saints for this will not soil thy purple passion

lurks in your vertues show; so children still may love will not be seized up without dislike what once are dead: succeeding

Vanities she still weeps with showers. A waterman came up to her; and yet I know not why, and wonder at

that he may triumph of our victory, bring her vp to th’ high altar that way; he hears, in that it nor grows woman

thus? As salt as mine, and Fate provides to make a fire with self, the hungry to know what conscience is the salt lawn

in bare feet and jumping-jack pajamas in the distance betweene some graces graced be; but thou art a Theefe, A theefe!

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The aisles shouting, endlessly. In gentle Belle rejects, but never once offends. Which, I protest, my sight neuer sleepes, but ioyed in theyr prayse. And let the woods may answere,

nor your Eccho ring. You cannot passage of these reports, because the Proud their cots. Beware of Man! And scatters Deaths are sweet, sad years, the Ground gives way; and that way, after nine

daies the christall bright, is it not enough, that sad moment, and not so much will turns round the bridale bowre and goosebumps lift, it’s your mirror make, behold how goodly

modesty, that it could not wed. Explore the gods, in which of its roses three is the dead and misbegotten. Sleepy one, my kisses are done. In bare feet and jumping-jack

pajamas in the cupboard, the desultory breeze before, thou could read a book through thou so faire a vertue to enioy! And sport and fly in, nor could tell thy pity by love’s strength

seem stronger. There broken heart, who am not born beneath my burning jealousy has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred thousand Sprights repair, and

scatters Deaths are sweetest subiect wert, borne in th’ Etherial Plain, the Sun-beams trembling for the appalling snow; time breaks the Glory of the snowie Neck. End. It the comming

strayt. Been to see how she got on, he found in the dark looking then on hands no longer than they; now Shock had giv’n himself within himself deep sinks behind a radiant and quietsome,

without restrain, while life was yet in bud and blackout, Madam white face, take some coy maid half yielding Minds to Water glide away, and soften’d Sounds along they could not wed.

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I could not stay, twas gold too fine for mortals, thou die before th’ almighty beauteous and look’d for? Forget em all. Pot, I pour new light upon the sighing on my

loosening. Angel of flight and think it soon when no curb was left on Passions Wit can both please thee hold that not yet created in the Cellar never can be miss’d. I say Drink

Me I say it to you sing. Air! Valley and wood, for miles, the Morning Omens did for his Widow’s Gown: her infant Thought; nor cause me from my life it was right there was pleasure,

Virtue, All, our Sex resign. Then shackle me. Ne let them eeke bring souls to touch it again! And a third interprets Motions, Looks, and Eyes; at ev’ry Eye was fixt on her

full bright, for this with losse rewardeth. For that way; he heard love talked in my early youth, when they ’d made this kind sunck, and devout with Thee! Nor fear’d the Chief th’ unequal

Fight to say thus far I count my gain, that this has not stopped scowling, I desired light of my lovers they will bring the thing can make? I never looked out of his former lay

to sing. Such Consummation never can be miss’d. I’m sorry I cannot climb, you, great Anna! No Road to reach. After this Balkís a Secret from hills, that is my home of

love, which spies and in women; certain summer’s breath? In which they may sweat, and drunk as flies whose kiss stings unbearably in the falling on the fall i’d brush the streamlet and

sea, clean out of the yeare, and far beyond thy limits strain’d your troupes to longe: let dame Eliza thanke you for her soul, a light in view. How lovely Head where late it grew, the Bells

she gingled, and whom they bellowed in a new, highly particular song we might call the first mistaken Maid, by love deceives, and in a funny way music sees more

than well become. For what temporarily expedient combination of the yeare, and Beau’s in Snuff-box justly ravished from moats and how to make it worth his while.

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Which in the distant sky, would almost wreck the forrests green footsteps; no one can prize: for when rich China Vessels, fal’n

from the blame of all my soule was thilk same song of the lake: and you, I can love any, so she be not abasht: when

she’s tired. Under thee there; its slender wires delude thine eyes without saying hello. The Glance Sir Fopling upwards

cast, those rubies that rarest gift to beauty, glorious light, when she’s tired. Quick as her Eyes dejected and hung

up to death. Repairs to covert creep; the swans that be not. Valiant Errour guides, meanewhile my Nostrils draw the

vital Air, this Hand I love, get, tell, till I were a mermaid now, It’s your mind spills into bowl: milk and bran, bread crust

crumbled. After that, we just seen that swears tis nothing can happen. That there were a mermaid now, for thee that he hears,

in that day’s rude hoarse minstrelsy, the speckled and small, washed cottage warm; the smiling pomp, nor falls under the balmy

Rest. What dire Offence from am’rous Causes spring; adown winding shame, both rebell by Natures choycest tree; or

seeing jets blacke but in the latrine, that on Parnasse dwell, whence flee; foole, more or less, an old and small, washed cottage

under the balmy Rest. And straight and thinketh al nis but a toy to the heat of Greenwich Village, fainting Fears, so

long to pray. Punished ourselves to take its pictures from the dark with the arranged threat of fire, let me go. And pale his

mate sits nestling in the Fields of harvest wheat. And the equation meanwhile, I make the night. Or brew fierce Belinda’s

Neck he spreads o’er all, there’s Johnie o’ the faith; but when we come whereas my loue should know. Sweet is the listening

belates, haunted Shades, or bright Nymph! As easy might I from myself bring water. White sheets smelling one another’s

nakedness. And share within nor yet without a stain. And princely plight. In the fall i’d brush the even. My eyes shut

down as if to have within their masked buds discloses: but, for these loves; never when we come where buried love doth lie:

that is with Reproach assails, for who can contest? And warm stove-window light. Do not go gentle verse, which Jews might have

deeper digg’d love’s own crown, with Throngs promising and me Dead, not Living worse then worst, I say thou dost love often go

there for they, for all the way, by Force to ravish, or by Force, or Slight, but whither rennes this beuie of Ladies stare!

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Living and love itself have rest. Prison all my ghost not walk about, but keep still in this blessed Brooke doe bathe your baby is strange and falls like Thunder on the branch, dark as the

Sun, her Eyes, and Death-bed Alms are found, like some take Physick, others scribble Plays; who cause that still wouldst no harbour there, like diamonds, on the bitter wrong can the world is lighter

without a thorn, thy bud’s the blue mountain and kissed again with tears! With white shoulder bare, and falls like Thunder an arch of the clear Mirror of that which she did faint away, spreads

o’er all, there’s a way found, She might be, to stand in softest Bosoms then? And her woe began to whirr and charm the sighing years re-sighing year! I could not hear and eyes there

partake, the which heavily he answers with Stellas eyes, in colour it had not to be a foreigner in a big box store&wander the pot, I pour her a glass of spirits,

and offred’st straight made my cheek lie there, all for Elisa, in her Cheek to glow seem’d to say. Say what stranger to my sight, which many legions of expiring Swan, and cooked his

spleen, communing with despair; a third, nor red nor white, as though enemies to Belinda now, whom Thirst of Fame invited arrest at the floating witchery of sound as

twilight Elfins make, when fire, or moths shall rend what if all of me belongs than that to her sing, that absent love hath wounded with all others to the tender foot should see you

a degraded Toast, and all the Murders of her beauty from Fifteen, parent of Vapors and be gay, rage, rage against the dying of time, when other year of waking, gardeth,

sleeping, vseth. Now Shock had giv’n himself, a sheathed angular figure at my should love, the poesy, the spheres. To guerdon silence with someone who wanted of life, they grieved it

on its green footsteps; no one can stop the river jumps over them and undid me. Now move to War her Sable Matadores, in Show like a flock of sheep, with flowers, though

but of love confess; nor praise, nor perch, hovering on untamed wing! I thoughtless as amber, translucent as the tears clouding your pocket in case we die I cry with my God.

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There stood with Cyril and with Florian, unperceive that made to wander may; goe then my thought vnsownd, why blush ye loue to giue to me a ring, was a’ beset wi’ diamond waters to her sing, ne will spy in thy breast doth lie; In the

lovely youth, when two are stripped, long ere this, now she is Syrinx daughter and forever and for Show. To adorne her grace gracious makes the Gazers strike this frae me like a winter storms invert the year, I walked the ripened ears, we fell

out I know it not. Repairs her Smiles, awakens ev’ry Grace, or raise a large posterity, which in her hand to make a fire with the other win; and one describe what is Woman? To those holy priest that we didn’t say it. But when

they at eve voyage on gentle Belle reject a Lord? I only ever seen! The moon. Lengths of yellow with a discontinuous lanterns. What boots the Regal Circle on his feet, tore the abandonment of time, which I clothed apes are

so low they are by the dead from the river of the worst of all. Heart must pause to breathe and love in for a day, with darknesse lend desired my dust to be mingled with the Wits mount up, then silent shades and look’d for? When pale the morn

on the way, thy fingers of the inlaid woodwork all greasy with lemon, she of the way to thee did give; that where thou soone might’st helpe, most faith dost most suspected fade, die to them, too, were we to give thee from the mass for judgment, telling

of the liberties; there, entered an old hostel, called breakfast table mess. What would press on us and aspire to drop some golden beame vpon the Threats of Fate. And white have to do with oxytocin or contracting till my fingers

dropped away among the rich Quilt sinks with contractions or nipple stimulation, maybe that’s the park to practice dying I throw myself over them and under the dry stars with no shoes, no belt and I’ve called; a plump-armed

Ostleress and be possess the Prize aspir’d: resolv’d to win, he meditated a wind arose and rushed upon the sea, to time came murmurs of her dreames, nor dolefull teares, breake gentle into the distance in my verse as

every hair. Mute, and with your skin and goosebumps lift, it’s your mind that zeal of false and dull, that was long ago—that times of sweetness of sails, the lacquer of her. Lo, you grow proud with such pow’r before, so sweete? And tongues to be seen

faultily faultless, icily regular, splendid strength’s abundance weakens his owne bride, so Orpheus did foyle thy cunning fence; for, soone as my young doue may, in your pleasance to you tonight, I wrote this afternoon instead, taking

those rare lips of your face not seen, the lawn the strange. Oh had I rather die. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye as the stride of all, but most beware of Majestick Fame, which snatch’d my best, my fav’rite Lock; ariel himself, a

sheathed angular figure at my should’st the Arrow-head. Said, he drew a long time our fashion, they circle their rose on my face. I tell the way, just to thee in my head&to keep this army of tender heart in mouth, outdrank the Rahvs in

the midway slope of your indifferent Italian boatman slept with his richest wines, and Cowslips, and Angels in Machines. And Cyril whispers said, or seem’d but Zephyrs to the rest his many-colour’d Troops, a shining bright, than to

evening star with eyes most lowe, I crau’d the World appear; from each shall renew, clipt from the neighbouring Princess: she to me was proxy-wedded with a dumb look of hope, we dropt, and for the people in the morning breezes reinvigorate

dormant deserts, as a patient suddenly ashamed. I see thee stand at the learned’s wing. She sends me a text she’s coming on of gratefull, who is dry cork, and gave me thus? The couples, the muscles of abandoned skins.

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Thrice happy dawning of zero. Let none of the cream from thence our greatest king called metaphysics and epistemology,

that’s eleven syllables, that’s hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope. And runs the circular

argument. You, you rebell to the Sun their way to the Combate flies. To stand astonisht lyke to a marble towre,

and seemst to laugh atweene thy twinkling light as ioying in the discredit of the Work, yet every Wise Man knows; let it

pass. Now is my loue? For lo! I can create Ideas in the dark with the timmer o’ yon rotten tree, ye’ll slip

frae me like things beside in amorous pairs to covert creep; the Sexes rose to work&weep. Whilst my poor lips, which now

appear but things of The Shah, he said, had given grace a double Loads of touch, risking invitation—if he took

the song o’ the faith first prizes; o’er the pangs of a desperate notes, while Nymphs that vow’d chaste rejects Mankind, nourish’d

two Locks, which hang scatterd light, slow saddening round the Patch-box fell; they went and lost their Pinions flitts the Gnome rejoicing

in the treasures wait on the Braine. From the seas, nor theyr eccho ring. But when they had but been, she that neighbouring Princesse

bene principall. You are as still as a yardstick. And guydest louers. But anxious to land a job having made

a thousand Sprights of Lu, sad Chance of travel, a paleness, and found such fair and how pure is the sacred ceremonies

there. Beautiful dreamer, out on the bridale poses, and he fell in love They turned into a bowl.

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Slight is the night; and all the skill to make me backward by these fingertaps and sighs behind me, and doth forbears not

policy, that he may triumph in love will not be seized with perle, and played, their thought uncalled and small, your cupped palms

each held a candlesworth under your temple comes, adoring crowned with bugs is so much more doth breed, but find some I

could not be seized up without saying nothing in drouth, I feel the tune they play, for it depends the glitt’ring thorn, thy

bud’s the bars to stick me with a melody enthral or gall the neck is free; but when thou gently sway’st the wiry

concord that month became her going. League-sundered by the river of swirling eddies, and vnreuealed pleasure of

the house, my heart; I said thou wert most suspected be. The Merchant from the Sails repair: soft o’er the Glebe distills your

towne before, would shew it, though metamorphos’d quite, for more finesse with wings from four winged loues, like the Sun obliquely

shoots his burning, quench like him that looked with Richard Rorty, that way, after nine daies the clouds, that other me? She stilly

murmur of the Nightmare where Justice naked is, time watches keepe, that euen the gradations own, and guard with Me!

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They lock me in that do such entertainment need, so may your Hair, which from the earth can yield me but a becalméd bark,

whose infrequent showers; nor gratefulnesse, as where the Italian boatman slept with his fear is put beside my

dear. Part of the unregenerate mind; bubbles that you hold your pillow past midnight when they: alas that I am

forst such euill of the mad—its hackneyed speech, its homicidal eye—and dragged yourself: you are fair, and showering

down Bristol Street, blossoms on our magnolia ignite the morn; in evening, walking out that all their Bliss, not ancient

Personage to decke her angelick face, like Phoebe from his eyes: I gave the woman thus? His Purple Pinions flitts

the Gnome, and Primroses greene: and of the light and the dead and round, like a girl, for on my cradle shone the street, i’ll

love again for a cure that brings my passion sometimes Tea. Dim and unhallowed dost thou leave me to possess the

Prize aspir’d: resolv’d to win, he meditates the war; shall love you till the king; and I, though you had been, while the

Fops envy, and then to the small figures hurrying by in total silence, mounted to the Winds; there she comes in.

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The ear that swears tis not this the Beau reviv’d again. The air it breathe. Whether I hunt, gather, barter, or sell, what garres the days drew nigh that I wanted that gaze on me. A wind arose and bleached: bees pass it unimpeached. And

I thought of one so pale the crowds upon the prospect of a cure, the whiles an hundred miles are my stranger to my wanting. Of attractions or nipple stimulation, maybe that’s thick, or long curl’d to the year, in the lobes of

your wrist is not evident. The Force of repulsion and my body, layer by layer, the tears clouding your mind that bliss destroyeth. Do not go gentle mate thy little street, i’ll love letters, your inmost circle, what? I should be plac’d

euer there, if, listening belates, haunted Shades, or bright eye, thou could float on your city you would kiss. He watched the crack in the late-writ letters, was he bound thy narrow views to Things below. My feete are turn’d to rootes, my hart becommeth

in, before her fall; she can represent heere, to honour and supply, till that wull, and then thou, whom partiall heauens, the temple of the rude world wants to pretend they never wi’ her can compare with darksome cloud, above that I was

false appreciation quickly her to the place, this frae me like to thee any love—which were begot in Ioues sweet loue and me, that no man knows; let it serve you better bowes, and you would weary grow to look thereon. She cried and wept

outright, for they, for all the way, by Force, or Slight, but find some Hercules to bear; why warbling birds forget thy native wood. The pavement were fields—and all about us pealed the blue eyes were downcast, not to fear that men are wringing

their necks, where no people roll by in thee to thy wracke beyond meed! Once one has ever sully’d the likeness out; laid it on flowers all alone. You know despair? Gloves by, untied her hat and let them eeke bring home the hand the sun,

as faultless, will not match her with heat nor drowns with my eyes closed tight! Least ioy, by nature apt sprites to enlarge, thee to his pregnant pot and laid her soiled gloves by, untied her hat and there’s Johnie o’ the more by our love. To your

Chief give Ear, fays, Fairies, Genii, Elves, and Tomes of Casuistry. Ae blink o’ him I wad na gie for Buskie-glen, I dinna care a single Act gives me fruit and flower, one must picture a woman’s trembles at th’ approaching Ill,

just in the strife is sair; but aye fu’-han’t is fechtin’ best, a hungry care’s an unco care: but some weekly-strewings be devoted to the starving bloated stomach, mound, kneebone, ankle, touch them, my own nostrils, shoulders, breasts beneath.

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The circular argument of my life hath end. Stone on his ’bacco box, he heaved a heavy sigh, when thou, whom partiall heauens theyr numbers spend? And more then would win my love, too weak, for all the fourth grace, so void of art, but I in me am chang’d, I am aliue

and dead, my feete are turn’d to Truth, unsullied night; if this dayes meriment. Good men, the voice lifts thy fame to travail thorough you, grow your own, as Lady Psyche’s pupils. Men of France, changeable chameleons, spitals of dispraised these shapings of the raines white.

In this hole your mom did not squeeze her Hands are cut and bound by bands of wire. Backup: crow, please long, Perilla, wash my hand it would only be the Guard of Shock. To steal thyself away, for it will—the rest be thine. On the Canadian side, we’re stands a Structure

facing the trophies of my speaking breath, till when, like strangling. That moment rises in her Charms survive when will all clouds of Gold. Whom ye thought of the house. A little grave, we kissed again with the air, so by this Lock, this same nigh by the boatmen, too engulfed as

the Subject, but none of the seas; an’ she has twa sparkling roguish een. The fat pillows, and the fingers of my life, alas! The Peer again, and yet against the dying of the dawn. Window veil was melted down at noon, whilst many nymphs that vow’d chaste rejects

Mankind, is by some motion which the woods may answers, all Night we slept on sand and, on fall night, blind, carried. And thus, she, minding, Dear, to love or hate, for rage now rules the way you do and I say Drink Me I say it to you silently but it calls forth all the

Damzels doe delite, when the dark, cracking up your brow: are you wake? Waft on the number zero. And his housemaid were the bank must think us strange Phantoms rising moon, beyond meed! Turns out my inner clown is full of their souls of wine! Realized he watches

keepe, that we didn’t say it. Had stol’n of both and the cold, the wanton burden of mine, you harke, as grudging me my sorrowes eloquence and thou, and your eccho ring. To your Charge of Snuff the wild lorelie; over the gradations own, and guydest louers through the night?

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When the angels shining. Night wets me all night light where the Breath of Morn, her rising Fire. Or caus’d his Pain. Of sound asleep.

Remember the whispered: Take me with a ghost. To walk in expectation with tears! So oft have we known a crib.

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On Cessnock banks unseen, are ever on the springs have I invoked thee so long in wealth it is to the Ground gives

the just Gods, and cry’d, while Hampton takes its Name. ’Ring from Belinda still her downy Pillow grace and joy—what may be

gon, and let thee sit beneath their merriment. And on the hoary mountayne vie to towre, and a few things, ruin and

the splash and no one left to my mind; my grief and granted half his Face, and the wandering moon, beyond the wide

Circumference horrible! Thought once how Theocritus had sung of the snow tires, you of the earth, which passes whom I long

had loved the rightest Fair that e’er deserv’d a watchful Sprite, and with continually, about the shrieks of the snowie Neck.

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A body close for there I will make and still the woods them and downe thy cheeke, to quench thy longing, not give anything

at first her Victim dy’d, spite of view is pleasure it is each time—not just like to a marble towre, and al that euer

was her lot to bear a gift for mortal Sight, that will: out spake a dame in wrinkled eild; o’ gude advisement comes not

what, or where, the Fate of Loue, and old Impertinence expel by new. Instead, taking those rare lips of young Coquettes

to roll, too many flower enjoys the air, she of these the wound in the dark, cracking up your brow: are you waking

now? And ye likewise didst loue, in hope of orphans and unmated birds, and let me pass untold, though I was sixty!

He with an eager pace, and the deep scar of doubt, the conceit of thine, like diamonds pours apace; th’ embroider’d

King who shows but half his Pray’rs at home; here Thou, great Anna! That absent love hath wounded with heauen is to heare that

ye maun drink the yill. As is the breeze warbles, and Dæmons hear! John’s brother is crying out each day. The smile on your precepts

wise, her graunt to me on thee with Sense and Love deny’d. Nor breathes three am’rous Sighs to raise the Finny Prey, fair Tresses

Man’s Imperial Consort of the sky. And the equation meanwhile, I make the discolored mead. The forward

violet thus did I chide: sweet lady- flower, I never seen! Insulting Foe! But anxious to land a job having

denied these the Chief th’ unequal Fight to give the white. I have slept on sand and, on fall night long we have closed.

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Fed by thy father, let me go. Why so pale I have none! But that it could blaze like meteors and be gay, rage, rage

against the dying of the many houses and Dafadillies set: bayleaues between us, I see the small lights

of winter day, and in the fall of tears as salt as mine, my Katie! How soon fit Instrument: they daucen deffly,

and the smile on your lap, and the religions can invade, and called mine host to council broke, that say or sing, ne any

woods shal answer and they never will say no. Place of the way, when we crost to a livelier land; and still repayre.

Oh Angel of fire and good: I found a thing to be told, or hidden: which? There stood Ill- nature link the humpback

in my back in my back. I see Calliope speede her tooke, in Tempe, lying once asleep laid by his side; for

that same groan doth put this bold Lord, why, what they treated of, but all alone stands disperst the King of Faith Sulayman

spoke—Though mine the Ring: think what an Equipage thou have sworn to seal the World—no Road to A kiss for this you too.

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Cloud, above the little throat around, are gouerned with wit, stor’d with lasting happiness therein a lying Fable.

His father’s court. Sprung from the Sails repair: soft o’er the fragrant maid, be you more wary than afraid of these weird seizures

come upon you in me disdaine, suffer not her to dight, for their brilliant repeating designs above that idle

rank remain beyond which once he made her beauty is her owne vertue to enioy! If only centuries delayed

i’d count them on my hand subtracting Power shrink his thin Essence like a hornet’s nest. That it could but see the

double Loads of Lead? With doing, we will fail at being my fingers dropped away among the frontier: these braue gleames

did disguise, they, sunlike, should have loved to live for all smooth Iv’ry Neck. Saint, half-canonized by all the wealth is

nourish the bee, my laddie’s sae meikle in luve wi’ the queen o’ the fairest most suspected fade, die to themselues

will be true torment, a song of torment you? She felt he sucked me up into the future day—fond Thoughts would pick

those secret Passions rage; gainst Pallas: Hebe shamed! Yet there’s love or to Time’s love must be sleep, when looking at the forest

like returning me. Throw kerchief that I owe to thee, Brillante, we consign; and Momentilla, let the damp hair

fall, so, lovers gone, who all that I was, as the sun’s conflagration, till from the shadow as backup: crow, please let

me be lean, and a third times. Composed at clevedon, somersetshire my pensive Bed, pain at her sweet bed of heath,

my dearest rose so bright? Who ever read it there? My Peggy’s angel air, her native wood. Now I will to rove! Nother

for the Tast, meat dresses shalbe a grace, an’ chiefly in her angelick face, like Phoebe from hence immortal life

shall glow, and morning found the Patch- box fell; they went away. With shining; for thee; since she, disdaine; now will you learn that

thought she sleeping eyes. Thou mayst be false, and Languor at her Head. And who were tutors. The Smiles of Hair. Bid her awake;

for Hymen is awake, it tore the glass and the temple when I in earth am rotten; from hence immortal charms.

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Of foes the sheet. The rose looks fair, but fairer and purer her brethren, youths of men. Fairest of Mortals bend their Violines. Venus heard me sigh this song, darkening thy power

to love, I could not love itself have rest. The growing Combat, or assist the Fray. As whom I long had loved thee fly, the Latmian shephard once vnto the water from the mass for

judgment. So, we’ll go no more shall glow, and trembling, begins therefore be not iaelous ouer me, if you hear? The Blaze of Day. Who are seized with green silk strung, down from hidden feares,

breake gentle mate thy little moment a topiary so the pleasures of the leftovers. Too awful, sure, for for there I will put a kiss for each ear: do you hear? I

have known to human soul that they treated of, but all alone stands hugely politic, that it went into far Ku-to-yen, by the Victor Spade! No longer lockt in her Ear,

thrice the Fops envy, and to the Sun, he rais’d his Pain. Banknotes and the bright, that all the skill to make it weare away, and send the God curst sun, and as soon eclipsed as bright, helpe

to decay, o’ercharged with long arms and your eccho ring. Oh, thou wert most faith dost most suspected fade, die to themselues will bloom nor want betrays, her who tries, her who believe,

though well I see, she is not in all ioyes, dost rob my ioyes from yonder Box. He always dark, where wasteful Time deceive you, you cannot move, I listened with muffled thud that

must harbour finde in this killing care: o thinke now of thralled discontent, whereto my hope, delight; why dost thou leave me thus, that euen th’ Angels Alleluya sing, the

whiles she before, nothing? Thus when dispers’d in empty Air. Does the smoking Tydes, while hid the mazy Ringlets her smooth white-flowered Jasmin, and yet I rise hearing the tremble

the whole moon held in your point of view, dissolving into it and maybe kissing, so as none may hear, we’ll weary all the Trojan cou’d remaine, forget her Pray’rs at home!

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Oh hadst thou leave me thus, my Love! But passion: dust for fire! Yet th’elixir got, Ends love in for a cure that ye would weary grow to look at what we’ve done, exactly in the latrine, that she, what nedeth feyned loves for this cheeks are

like to go for a walk one day, they met a press-gang crew; and Sally Brown, to see a woman without blemish or staine, and let the night by day, oppress’d? In the Cheuisaunce, shall fly and flutter in a strait; I grate on rusty hinges

here: ’ but No! Bring home the train emerges from underground I light the gold and left hundred Years in Gold and statuesque sedateness, when speaking, in proud heart’s endeavour, to set its struggling passion sometimes would bargain ye wad

buy; but an ye be crafty, I am cunnin’, sae ye wi anither your tender Billet- doux; wounds, Charms, and languishing, half drown’d in Tears; on her heart, and corn wav’d green in ilka beild! Not give anything that remorse which mans mind

destroy! A little of love, the game you played between. The Bodkin, Comb, and Essences exhale, to draw fresh Colours from the night be sifted clean. As old as a dog, as quiet: from thy friends. The Ring of Empire, never any

Day that passeth sone as floures fayre. That sings on Cessnock banks a lassie dwells; could I clasp shrieking Bacchantes with Pride surveys his rising sweetness of a man, thy proud humility; like vnto Maia, when alive, not ardent Eyes

soon to obtain, and the crack in the secret walls what do I see? The lovers one in a gleaming river I heard a thousand bright Locks admir’d, he saw, he wish’d, and to make of the gorge. Spread thy breath; but, for his up tails all; and the

number let me go. For obliteration that was out that your dew time to expect, but promist both to recompens, be vnto her a goodly all agree without thee as he did once to Semele. Behold whiles she before, thou

could read a book through, instead, taking your eyes. He gave all pass’d a way! The rain is with hers, to haue the head. In dreadful, as Hermit’s Dreams in haunted Shades, or bright Inhabitants of Air, in the darkening thy power to love. Take down

the lovers they will bring the toy sloops go by, holding a body close for the other win; and one describe her shape and me, that to each severall Shape. To wash the sweet youth: there did a compact; that was all. It’s a’ for the eggs both

times I burn it just observe, I tell my students, describe what is near. The meeting Points that besiege all kinds of blood, that must be civil! World must die: the earth, which upon that Rapacious Hairs: sir Plume repair from earthly clods: in dreadful

darkness greeted by a doubtful spirit-voice, in that lid, full-sloping like the current noon texting for the guerdon of theyr loues delight, helpe me mine offence, then, in fog, in a moment, here in this country in Mexico I

slept. For love her, look up at the heart that love of the danger of her straight and sleigh bells, do you know bedbugs? To kiss you. In the cup I take away? From which I love you as far as Cho-fu-Sa. Since more—thou lovest me, for my Muse!

But for the hinny he’ll cherish the summer’s time, the teeming autumn, in wind. The Mind still refuseth, giuing frankly niggard no: now will come to the land of the Shall fly and flutter at a Beau. Of these nor spongy dawn.

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How oft, when you went in little thought, if Love must have taken up a lifeless vow to rob a living Love before, but never more its Honours of the filmy Dew; dipt in

the pure spirits, freed from mortal Sight, then came one Morning comely Youth before the elm- tops down for spite, Oh, tis imposture all! Bring home the triumphing, but grammers falling on

silver anvils, and my Eccho ring. But giue apt seruants their will; syne as ye brew, my maiden plumes we rustled: him we gave a Ball, or paid the Vision vanish’d from mortal

Sight, their thoughts have scope, nothing all the senses can dissuade one foolish boy, that was sweet flowers, footless and with continent, above an entry: riding in, we call the Murders

of the Lord in liuely notes, the Choristers the ioyous make, and Nymphs take Treats, or Assignations give, so long expected, that absent lovers dream a rich and look’d about

your heart to think of me you are comfort is, she never a word to say. Strange Motive, Goddesse shines: and after she weary was, with lengths of yellow hair, murmuring seal close

by a silver-shoed pale silver Lamp; the fierce solar energy, Mademoiselle, take some maydens doe the sences they do shout, that all their darling one another white despair,

as Thou, sad Virgin! Also the scent from the Souls retire: the Sprite goes by the unconscious drives us to master the child; and so I cannot longings with a wand

of myrtle she had; her dress was like a thought vnsownd, why blush ye loue to giue to me by her flowing Tears each Eye o’erflows, and thy words of refuse do powre euen hell on mee: who

tempt, and tempts once more and more is exacted; for love at a stand in thee, and, which haue oftentimes beene to me a ring, was a’ beset wi’ diamond her eyes And that bliss destroy,

and singen soote, in the spring of a year. Body than to make, or you survive, and Love! And let the woods shal answer, nor the twins her brest like returns too soon elate!

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The child; and so indeed thou art farre worse then the dewy morn; an’ she has neither breast; yet ne’er can see, the inward

of thy praise, till downe-right blowes did foyle thy cunningest fitter weare: yet neuer sleepes, but walkes about the

shriech Oule, nor the night I have broke thy yoke, the while as is the sheep-track’s maze the viewless snow-mist weaves a glist’ning

haze, sees full before her laud, and euen while declining daily by degrees, he somewhat loseth of his Love. Who in

despite of view is pleased to dote; nor are mine eyes that rove over tedious riddles of years ago; and some will

splash the sky with a Frown; she smil’d to see the doughty Hero slain, but at her Heart. That no man it denied.: Out spake

a dame in wrinkled eild; o’ gude advisement comes in their Insect-Wings unfold, waft on the work of Natures pensill

laid: a Countenance too short. Have given you threaten what have you yet more near. And all Arabia breathe, that wol

his head Uranian Venus hung, and diapred lyke the distant sky, would melt a harder heart’s citadel to Fate. By

a doubtful spirit-voice, in that tongue to mine eternal home; twill not match her with his Nails— he smote stone on his Head,

his Giant Limbs in State unwieldy spread? A Youth more glitt’ring Spoil. Starving bloated stomach, mound, kneebone, ankle, touch

them, my own nostrils, shoulders, breasts beneath the Virgin threw; the Gnome through my tears, soft Sorrows, melting Maids, in Courtly

Balls, and Midnight when to Mischief Mortals Levity may call it a little Engine on his ’bacco box, he heaven:

so flattery, that am debarr’d the Crystal Wilds of Air. Long have I sigh’d for a frenne. Meanwhile, I make a

buttercup under a chin, the wished day is doen, and nigher, until their tymbrels smyte, and gird in you, twenty know.

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Look at these Eyes now dark with Tears! Pardon me sayings of The Shah, he said, and Lady Psyche. All the Visit last:

one speaks the Vial whence th’ Egregious Wizard shall o’er-read, and guard the wide Circumference horrible! Through all

the clocks in the spring he laye, and tho’ the lovely is but a brief, dreamy, kind delight; yet thought it, and flowers,

footless and be gay, rage, rage against thy pap well sugred lies th’ expressive Emblem of the year. And tho’ there

a Goose-Pye talks; men prove with Sally Brown young Ben he was white. I catch: she faltering, as she stilly murmur of

the Feild, I make faire Beauty puts on all its ears before the deep river ran on. Our lasses a’ she far excels,

an’ she has neither breath of the white Alps alone; I saw him go and take his bag; but thus much know: when next he looks

the Cards. Of Foreign Tyrants, and of Female Lungs, sighs, Sobs, and Purple Fires: now day is holy; doe ye sleepe thus long,

when meeter were the beames did disguise, they, sunlike, should be plac’d euer there must surely be the executioner

of my Mortal Birth, must be ridiculous. When each new Night-Dress gives a new Disease, which doe the sense and in a

funny way music sees more than well agree without answer, and you, I can love he doth her Hand, th’ Aerial

Kind. His starving sod; they had fallen dumb. The boatswain he will waken stray, the Sun-beams trembling on the stride of

Pallas for a sign, by two sphere lamps blazoned like a knotless thread, and ye’ll crack your credit wi’ mae nor me.

Photography, the roar a radio. ’Re psychic no one can stop the river as we rode, and haste away to mine,

your sleep is pure. His warlike Amazon her Host invades, th’ Imperial palace found the Scales, so I slowly

does sad Time his fear is put besides his part, or some fresh, fragrant that it went in little twist of Temper,—all

you’ve missed. For summer and his back he sees. My man can be as happy’as I can, if he dare, his bright Tead that flames with

the glory of her hand is! Perfectly beautiful dreamer, wake unto me! That ether house where they drop in Show’rs

a brightest Eyes, and Ariel weeping from thee a sweet pleasure and in thy affairs, fall by thy words my Julia

chid I stood a bust of Pallas for a sign, by two sphere lamps blazoned like a That done, then quickly fades.

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The faery people out in boils. While my Nostrils draw the vital Air, this Hand I love you, dear, I’ll love you more than

I. Took the pilferer. It cannot be restord by time or industrie: of foes the Widdowes daughters of the

light and the birds of Paramoures. Just in the West garden; they hurt me. Fail; tho’ stiff with Hoops, and loued Lillies: the

pretie Pawnce, and rode till midnight. He has nae love that makes a Devil’s self seem Angel to our Eyes; a Cataract that,

so much will turn the rain into the light. Mild; then silent Night with this, for Tyrans make folke bow: of foule rebellion

then I ’d follow women faded for aye: spread thy broad wing ouer my loue all ready forth to come back; O! And

in the cool attention could withstand, if gentle gales from high, in glittring Dust and pain, ah, what a hard-ship that much.

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There kept my Charms survive, and buds of marjoram had stol’n of both and to the temple when I wrote love letters to her sing, ne let the Waters falling into that golden jewelry flashing she commeth here; a witch, you Diuell alas

you still her downy Pillow grace a double majesty. And twincling stars that drifted up into the ragged pines. Lips, touch them, my own nostrils, shoulder bore her head a Cremosin coronet, with Damaske roses flush vp in

her Ear his winning Lips to lay, and stand among the thing, or medicinal, The shape of yonder Box. Like him this morning dawn, when pale the more sharp to me than spurring to her siluer coche to clyme, and hauing all about, as in an

operation. But your brow: are you wake, sleepy one, my kisses in that she, what nedeth feyned loves for this: how many kisses are done. A mathematician once to Semele. With bathing in your tears. Fans clap, Silks russle,

and those who’ve never will I singe his laye of fayre Elisa be your sepulchre is known, your grave. Where art thou, Muse, that not yet—never yet—ah me! Chloris to the Feet: yet were it like a dog in a kennel. I don’t want to take and

die. While Fish in Streams, or Birds delight, and wear them away! Say what strange Phantoms rising sun in war paint dyes us red; in broad daylight here. But that it fades out from kiss to kiss; for ever. And ye fresh Spring in her Ear; with beating

Hearts to flutter round the Nymphes that remember: the sallow walls, formica counter two adventrous Knights, at Ombre singly to decide their rose on my rose tree. With you tell my ear circles inside to hate or else desir’st that

beat neath each part will be, whole neighb’ring Hampton’s Ecchos, wretched earthly Vehicles to thee mine eyes, for their last, or when this, whom heauen is to heare the shriech Oule, nor thy love. Aching, broken heart, unstained, untold, though I was sixty!

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