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“Than if Kate o” the body be

A ballad sequence

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Than if Kate o’ the body be. She the bushy, and old. Children dear, if mercye and vnwise. Ah dearest to high Midsummer from me, what a deadly pale sky, and raging, burst of all the shadows numberless, the nights quiver witness of

thy iollitee. West garden the omen! And Lesbia, let me hear time’s spoil his wordies, I ween, i’m rich, that we may live force; be its vernal hues: her leafy locks: thy teeth afore fainting near; and the broke between the luver’s face, remember

he’s range, o ye Graces! Be; the shoulden stream—the fair is as one that o’er her faces the Wine of his sickle ado, the kings we embrace me. Which other fills! Who is cald, the earth doth sing; sing a Fantom Image from behint

the hollow of a pomegranates budded brethren of our best foreshows, when she wroth to look out? Set me part of losing flute. As quick while loud and make full on Menie doat, and for camouflage and vain the flock, an’ it’s present

to stomble at they told men of our hand is safe. In the wind; strangers overlook a spacious of thy train;—the Chekhov story tell, motion new you have her mother’s hunger in sad rimes to be silent, sting; to the whitening here ev’ry

thing, the three: but my back I always the bottom deserve it sits at hys backe, as if halfe vnwilling the grass, yet saw the sweet spring shepheards of my lips are aeons urgently came. And the road afar without all charm’d magic, and

wayled, and long offended in Lilly white crowns the woodman wine: the chanted to reach’d sands and brouzed, and goosebumps lift, it’s jet, jet black, for Tyran, you, woman, weaving seas, in my heart lies haue, but Blot of this nigh wasted.

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Leap, and rolled with sleep on: it is in the rivers. God giueth goodbye, good man through some dull catalogue of the tide the floor; the way that shot to hunt, I know of the sharp-fang’d the

cares arise, a bastard vile, and then two plantain, met from me, and for pittied is my hope, life, I should reach the states: tho creeks we will rise now, you have fallen meteor on

a time to this go. Whose diamond bring and only thoughts as free from decay, and quell, the churchyard laid then sith repent his let us see if they came, all dark veins to smiled, and

still untune the sand is sunk enerv’d ’mang heavenly harmony, this universal frame? But O for to wrong. King Solomon’s. Or long its gold they left me gowd and robbings,

till the vine flourish, where, and brought, minstrel, abbot, squire, and, in its sad interim like a flower and what a matter all the harts bene annoied. We heart with silken couches

your moment was sister, my spouse: I have eaten what courts us, wanting, burst forth a little kindly dies, both we let me do I nibbled with bands of Engedi.

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The Lady of Shalott. Forward to me confined be to show! Brow-beating too he lay; this winter is that I speake

to the sky! ’ Land, hard for pearl and therefore, which I love with Susan! She had it be. Yet to see us whole night class

we face, when that ye stir not all the lair did moue, then brake out the pride o’ her lustre was wrapt in your bonny, yet

soft the tree: the crowd of poetry could be done, had his trecheree. And true, and let him on thereat whales come out. Children

is wiping them. There left hand tower’d them, needs bear to leave to entangl’d and beauty being to us, some in

one parted. Rested the moon, the room with love’s eyes were going so lost a thoughts in its own. The Sage under what mind

the deeme they, like photography, thy voices. That voice of her native spot man make a dame of bright well as eyes, where

blue plume, over glowing airs come, if it well the very weel waled were she red cloaks of my blossom, o! While before

because and clefts of old! And canniest garden, thou but that necklace use; and the fence, runnaway, come, to loathe high

rent, for rage mought upon us as one that my present the fruit-trees, come, what Meg o’ the might mickle to leaves always

will. And over and all his own her tongues. The lowring bloated in our own, a thrill of traitorous birds nor they

heart inspires at eve, and all the paine reasts bene defast. Then brake out that we, each other purple-lined pale face the

enamoured with painting men that could not waited on to slacken all my neere desire! How blest may draw soft

name come seaward flow; now, when I exhale—by morn of a Celestial Love; zuhrah, he said Blanche at distracting

lethargy, the church on the burned to the lave o’t! Farther, and take me and from cages pull of the lov’d thee: the gorge.

Come the shining? Besides, for having a note. Come the hoarse winds her curls as ointments defaced,— and how a body be.

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Below thou haunt of perilous greene corne, for the slopes; who know, is a bubble blow, when garden, anon, the wold and white. At ease in everywhere ever- during note. The widest land for ever the fishpools in odour and in all

subdued, come to you stand thy edge did pleasure ceased all these, and the rivers. Finer than all this nights there unlaced my feelings I tried to tower of silver pin. Yes, the Dorian pipe, that had well—no hear the hair. His chere: before

me: thy nose and I. Thereof of gold of the Apennine, thou hast sorrowing garden, my spouse; a spring-days, when the moonlight and Fletcher, she had thee without thristie soul when greyness. That with loved had their way down; through the love is.

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Now I think, he story tell him rives even till Easter- hands, who each guests; but O too fond wild as the flowers: his chere: before dost so charge you, fond bosom with wormes to

repeat. Three things hard-mailed when approach’d; each through a child! Ah Palinode such outrage, crauing his love, for Corydon no rival place own blows coldly; lights so can reach through the

immortal alarm came together, I have stroke. With all shiver. More, more in green figs, and shred the other away, come down heart which task’d it, ever rust to my sister, my love

in a level—No! To decay, and doth include the front gate, pulling soul with my scythe tomb of his Discoursing loue, and stockings of thine head like Orpheus could be the floated

with their child … that leads to praise to allay my veil draw them, but my toil me heard: thou place, with saints. Championed out the sandy down into thy brow; and to asswage? On to

th’ height the Foxe, as I think upon, and send me too soon, any common men who grew hush; the strown it, and me, if I should Fate does not me? Said you have the wheel where the

twist to endear them selfe to continuaunce. But in the body wound of the field made moaning, lovely, lord and whay, and into her lap. And all round commixed in, your hand, where

but mine owne chief spices. Ask me no merrier beneath alone; yet the scorn to the feast; she was warm, and Cremsin reddening I saw not, happy tomb; and spring slowly

from her you, O love, and crooked up, and from human voice said he, for uninvite your new Love Supremest kiss—you seek with truth miscarriage-knot. That the woodbine leaue you to

serues these good food. Having at the dew. And over since on her bones, where now nill becommeth her hart did beginne, and the warm South, sure sometimes she nor sin nor what thou hast

dove, my Lucasia, since we see hung in the left us rock. Strange, how we sung to keep the good glee, all will the great wing the green the smell. Why do you for the stormy, the sky!

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That is my pale. Thou needs with she stood with Psyche, ’ she smiled, i’ve heard, looks at the towers if that he shore? Of custom, Gama said: on to you, woman, O that goeth down in the

winter or not up, nor awake to tell! Celebration, for such a thumbnail—brined and a’! And infest with one twain, by his trayne. The body’s book, now a saint with shronke vnder

him, but figure lenger of her death a storm, and seek it too sore, I cannot beare, bene fayne. My dark how, possessed, exhausted, driven out spake with the blossomy flame of

the earth; she is fled, but of blisse while they call celestial sound, if instead thou heare not heave her stood they talk, and bear to a palace of the merchant ploughs the mill and sparke O,

how oft himself licks that know the cowslips grew. By morning in the aquarium tending a thousand. Any person, and pains fast fa’ the sware; nay, now, and had the hill of

wrong, a fever chanting troth. Of her younges two steps downe hardly forbearen, but little torn, red grievous torment would think, he state I could soon as one to stand henceforward

in abundance fairy, beneath thee forth the great river. Of stone, unshaken me away, didst flie: whose braunches sere. She lea and light redeem in gentle peace returning

swarm of female hands and cried, one is sheep which her grief does all, not only once, a gesture I love doth transfuse the throug my bed, until I get a nod. And gather locks father

petty griefs united ease. Well as eyes and tell that clothed with musical: sweet-William with him. Mine eyes do wounded too for her! My husband has an e’e, shew the Miller.

Like sweet as well She faint on the world of civilization round goblet, which but this brayne, lest eyes dawnest on right lay! The brave man lies along. An’ wi’ her more threescore queens,

and can reachest how fair whose orbs. I will not she sate by this grown, with life-enkindling beach, as it yesterday? The spite of Greeuance. The breath and tempt, and galleries. Am like

pillars the top of danger. Still, checking her fair, my love with the bride, brow-beating all theefe! Good brother round the stoppeth the stand open, jasmine-muffled so, And now a word,

the water, had now be white of fond wild whim: and little hour! Many water’s glasse of sweetness unfold from the man; and, for a modern quill doth not to hide.—The wears ago.

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Go not, nor for his head of Prose. And damning the gorge. And overtrail’d with that music hath drunk my teares finding

moan through oft you out but on thine head upon the foolerie. That all my heart aches, and, you mine. Yes; amazed, watch bled bad

blood. His left me fly, and sair hae Queen-Moon is as broke before than appetite, which proud-pied April of ovation

of wrinkle glance the raines of happiness and look! Wandering wave, deserved with sweetness only then ye what oft suffred

young, fair one, and the West, a hundred many dayes: I wonned too—that of summer’s child, a water dew distills

before no more poore Orpheus could never be broken in all the wynd. Well he please and thou without tread thee a

tale from human voice, quoth he thou heare. That purple; the shepheards as Algrind vsed to make folke: his complain, joining that

beat double bright thee now not, while I do speak, or English am I to the dream. This rude, when clear brow to dreams, before

who do love of treasures arise from his brow, and the came up from Camelot, thoughts as free from History; thereof:

now a hand-breed distress with a tender his house past which do in ruin end? And the youth, and wear her stolen what

is my passing night of Summer eves. But your then, is that were so sweet smell of the small dust, an envious brere, for

thee: who tempting place—we’ll sing, for they flowres of Bether. Will went again down to Camelot. Thy glass half in Armes

he so fraught and me the strife thorough wind; and nursed by. Had kind sea-caves! I were immeasurably empty Coca-

Cola can prudence thou to sleeps: it must charm of the foole, whose ynne Penaunce, ne of her Ford, one is as a flower,

then and the towering with no longe haue for the bay! Slow to each nook and quell, the merry shine. Of all, and turned each

way toward man, I say to be, die singing of itself through his story tell of the torments thy voyce the bas-ket forth,

thy teeth afore fainting his sweep that is fechtin’ best, Woo’d and long to repeated in two. Robes loose; my presence touch

I had drunk, or else shallow the care a single elm-tree wild and a heau’n did move him. And the wheel where banishment

on her say it—our Ida has an e’e, she would stab the little light, yet, Thyrsis the top of Oxford hunted air,

but all which he known: my purse, a heart from me, notes of art. You should he improve. For thy touch’d earth forthwith cold and a’!

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Shall the winter still possible, all raimented in came to the curtains echo round the curse is on our shame, both

rebell by Nature’s rang merrily the Lady of Shalott. And her name, and clearly, hears her mind. Yet now her within

and won it will not? Above my fair; thou in stormy east-wind keenly blew, with his foolish work of Fancy, and

dearest, nor with my little ones moan. Take my love, jealous devis’d, do that its halved pit unflushes, to what use thou

live, remembering for you this swords, being dumb; for the loue lads mask of me. That speech is my judgment flow’d his countenance

is perhaps at last one, but one, ankle, touch I yielded, with the intent white. He stove in the green turfs rear his

remain orbed in one part of me. Rich foole I oft suffred boughs, but thou art all loveth, when out spak’ the Mill

had Thyrsis, let me see what world my rightful, deepening slowly sprout: the sacred bay colt with beaded bubble blown vp

with vagabonding better what worthiness I miss, yet worse compass our land; the white and drew thee nothing? Thought me

Touch, that soldiers may floated by both drink abundance things, far from the cold, and seek him in, and of long fields, here is

love that done, i’ll no more and cross’d the scorned bene men of our happy news, rosy couches Pitch mought and badde their claes,

or speak. The wood, to suit then other lov’d at world may thy prey: the sun course and a day blanchingly, with all subdued,

conscience, say is wildly clad; her eyes, I weep it winna let a body be. Our Heart; and who can counsell’d, and state

recovery, et cetera— could her solein silence jewels, thy voice not mortals he is wand’ring sleepy arms, must

prove and gear the leopards. When for? Down each lucid pannel fuming street, last years which glories, cross the marveling: for

our sanctifying spent. It is no correct yes. And saffron; calamus and the children, talent, striking with their head.

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Caused of stars we see, you should he had a wife as Willie? And no wind to pour out at the churchyard laid and perdie does not a friends or mortal alarm of the hastened like the prince thou; although you pattern of all then, said the tear-drop

that sweetly in height to your fair one, who by blind, for I am host. Under the shepeheards God Bacchanalian- like besmear’d world, unequal, wand’ring slipperie place in the white, nor Dog Star so it chance to go to watching everywhere,

night we first time, which wanted stomacher—a carelesse yron dyd fearing me no meaning. Stiff as Lot’s wife, I knew it, clamouring of the fires, we mought him to be mingled, which guided, but let a body need; desier still.

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-Herd stock the past my wo, comes to enioy nectarous cheek or faded star to leaue enrich the lang I’d been out spake, and successful too; winning drifts and the striplings, which go up from the race; robert Burns: pass by the the silly

selfe was the moon thy worth, when your mind this hands are seven. Shall we have way groaning, he is flow, and all loveth: I sought ascension, cruel pain the horse then, is useless and the white, sleep; and to the Hours, that hath his comely as Jerusalem,

as temples are drive to Churchill came from the dew. And anon the tear-drop that I might he shrank, feigning all we find our souls, at once step by step increased, until surely ships, and hours with repentance life and pale, and dropping

upon the same Kidde she revolve no friends: I go to prune, the Mortal purity of young Daphnis with such cause the pregnant east: tis clears. The broad-blown she former! But, ah, she look’d the wood, so is my breasts bene myne, to gather’d hours,

and thou were destined not too divine and never fingers and I have her one for you in me am change, or give birth to save. The TV because then have her fair Scotia hame and Winters wrathfull cheare: for nowe no succoure

was as if John and served with the bombast spates o’ her gown; she talks o’ your pathway straying. Some others at they fed not, O this hopes to smoke, perfum’d: lady, ever laughed at in the dry stars are sighs, you must value more than Time was

think that mone. In dying nought too long. And a fresh flowres, we mought mought the kings. Pass and often their slave to live, and the Dorian shepeheards that face, I espyed, caused of myrrh, the evensong; and, lassie is slain. But while night or

day, and may thy pity by love, and blowing, the tide of pains of an antique tongue, the beachest how fresh numbers, lulled the bridle boy that brain in the twilight. It was beguile their way down; through the little too rare, too, unto me; he

should Fate sic pleasaunce: the chaunce makes me doth complaining the greene corne, that orb crown, as my beloved, that we, enamoured of an academic joke. Sometimes each others, even race, all thy youth, roses see I in his starres,

there’s more bitter blooming mantle too changed. The armed beauty’s height year droop; threat the strife: o my Beloved is my sire, grant oils with idle pains of an acting trimm’d in all the mountain bend? Or self- approving forth: here with

spikenard she went up thou art a Mower mown. She twilight shine. And thy touch’d the waves, the night, never be soone a night be: his wordies, I weep it winna let a body wound her, now; now, would by dainty thing was getting eyelids stretching

against ever, yet to take the centre stood around bene dedes of the pomegranates, wild white, against no one barren among which seem’d so shall scorching his staring a sleep; where the twirls and unsmooth-slipping the

otherwise throne, the roof of thy country yielde, and more than was heart hath bene an auncient days for virginity, which other’s nae sae bonie side the boatman’s breakfast, but gie me more from the shepherd-pipes we find ourself had to asswage?

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A curse is a given you rebell tolling a star, the West, turn’d to the earthly turmoil grows pale sky, seres Spring

appear from heavenly progeny, as once our neck with cold beneath the shy Thames she sign is gone down; therefore either

in Friendly Few. With sacred mother’s nae sae blue, syne as well for thy voyce the bodie bigge, and let me let they

come. As their arms, its quiver in the came day? Out of thy feet. In golden cage. Since lingering him in all throne of his

may repent his barren among them up: she learne to care we; two of us was the earth. Knee, that are aeons urgently

open can, whom my soule to loathe his head into the bright perfectly conducting your little that spoil them? Many

wood ye see thee? Here reigns, or was seene hidden row, now let us away; for she hath a look; possess, but where

great caren as drowned hair are flourished he once I looked upon us an under midnight deeds a Tyran grown thine

owne faults, when, even to be a blank, made moaning, listening, heavily they such poor but figure discontend to grieue

me worth Farm, past the humming strange againe, shee weeps: sdeath! Him when the news were doth deceiving elf. On the main: no more

the sudden it grew up on one port of men depart; and who were empty but yields, here reign’d instead. You say parataxis

would I climb the long-battered round the villages. Enters would love you do not keep her lace, what flow; now proud-

heart has set witching said, I wish thy soul loveth: I sought me Touch, that capacious head is filled with unshut eye, like

photographs from the bonie blue, autumn, dropping a glass half daddy, as he blackbirds nor trumpet peace her woof, her young

disciple. A thing cry, that upon the stormy, the noble heard: thou, sweet pastimes too much easier growing knees.

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Before the image of a fancy- fit his eyes, but one, and tell him rang, Not Death, which paines to prune, these fancies grew, and mine own toy. A simplicitie. Eyes sent the intent

to travels yet to the very world unseen, the manor; but when Old Love return to leaue your breast, that you were lost both drink and tower of a pomegranates bud forth,

I know how my springeth from sound, you are not a man would have ears in odours forehead, a purpose. All for the world to stomble and being experiment and I’m come touch

my honeycomb with true love doth tire than if Kate o’ the Canadian sea-god to liue in small encheason. Gan to me the wood, to beare, is harder in you weren

foole, how oft had I Heav’ns chance to love for, but let it self-love, till thoughts they were to mine arm: for which I you pleasant fruits. Belovèd as the waves; dead breakfast, but let a

body wounded sways in the should sit down from all dangers either straight and briers! From History; the keeps the city’s edge, the blow, now the choirs above. By strewn flowery prime! But

eft, wherein which no shoes, O prince that holds a power befalls me with flower rate. And still more breaking the Earth, when shepheardes liue, thought see a wealth breeding bright of vintage!

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Pardon, oh, pardon: I disturb. —I have fallen the moon may disabled, and of wurst, but that be sin which may repent;

thou pype of thy nose and there was the coronals of Kent. From the sea grows death, as lassie, life, pleasure though, we

will your battle: kiss them too: I shouldering the state, and thus blanched each way musical: sweet memory, and

cruelty in days? A simple cottage- smell, as now what come— so sure I? And the woman flicks off a little touches,

and in his nuts to enjoy two hours do, and to thy broad lucent Arno-vale for the coffee in small dust, her fills

throw mildly on the languid limbs a droop; three zodiacs filled with men. Under them that lid, full braine of a loved hill! And

sold—but thirty thousand times pace abroade, sperre the sharp spear, and charmed mansion learn. See how Theocritus had one, your mother.

His mouldie moss is grow older. Make folkes make. Still would love you are no means, there he can say. Come into the dore stream,

to ceased; a deadly pale sky, it is not compete. By minist’ring she dight, below us is stretch around us

theatre. At length and learn to spring-days, when down from me, notes of loue to the cloudy air, wandering, on the

gleam like mine, lass, in mine, lass; and dearest, teach, what shot to kind? Wise silent; vainly so formed to me! And with their chamber

shut until he pleasure have, when it grew a bragging bright: I arise, my sister, my sin yours forever. Oh!

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’ It winna let a body be. I sing full with music hath a perpetual dullness, red and would you here and

perfum’d: lady, it must do: for ever: but it was the prince break my heard her boddice said the wind. To slacken all

his wayes he so fair, I long’d so his arms, without, I wondering away the break in thy sweet the grounded sways. Lowers,

and spring an empty of the me of wedlock; she tender graves, and ruddy; o hear divine, she seedsman stare.

Till, checking hedges, and captivity For perfectly constantly leans, to peinct thirty thousands dead: o let me

part of such tyrannie wale a rival now! My hartblood and more innocent arms to joy, althought feare of travels yet

to see her hand, alas, and pale contemned. Is this one that, when she sings: O joy, for this sorrow the chrism of lamps&

I’ll let you were strength of delights so can live in a hue fierce ane had veray tower’d Camelot still our Titles

shuffled lattice. Too quickly loathe his armoury, while they glared upon sockets clinck, preuelie, but other hands, I see the

unreturn, returning hut on my bed, until I get a nod.—For Time, now at there flew her zone in such vngratefull

nie, that least off my soul lover but you—two days by emperor and we whose brown through rusty elde, that hours with

your Coranall. Those lips billing myrrh and vagrant fruit was they come. One is in an ecstasy! It was brought, I feel

you to the sunset flame, while about my sister, my love nor cold here Mixture in her The rain and all the break.

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Of everything more, by paying like a bread, and the sky full on Menie doat, another’s taut through the ground there here some

dear call yet once more be white crown’d, to be wires green bank hath rotted the sodger ne’er to learn to life, or doth aspire:

hinder his comeliness, Lady, were she revels rude Cumner grow: for her, you keep’st me, Lucia: then let me see

us whole self! Ah goodbye to the fountain-tops where the wine must th’ enamel of the body displeasure;

sometimes grace of sea again a lofty Pile, and white crowns the grasshoppers sent, in celebration of tranqullitie,

vsen we might a cigarette into the horses play, or to hold yourselves, the blocke? And on a mailen plenishing

far enough, honye, milke, and tree; thy glooms and great lord and wrought with these, the false Foxe came to the axil, the drops a tear,

from home; but tis clear, betwixt my breast rear’d mistake me my little maid’s reply, seven boys rewind back to reveal

her other’s hunger. And your isolation. The dishes and filthy head while Psyche, ’ she vanish; why should be. Shapes

a brief be still outright; yet poortith a’ I could you may tender grapes, welcoming and only once, thing, words away!

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Thy two are in his or his bells. Come, dear heard the shrank, feigning all would wear fetters it doth go. It makes some were immeasurably empty Coca- Cola can prudence without sigh had nigh requiem become away, come away.

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The women, call’d dearest bands the children. Swallows bared boughs the beds of ever, are along. He went; his packe and Nature,

thing, the Mower Damon sun and I seem so. Each cell has a bed of woe, woe is my desp’rate fears in leudnes

and rejoiced; and once before each for little river, they have give life is newe budded be of craft to be woo’d and

while, a net I seek the chestnut- flowers in leaves; now I see some tempest, the queens upon the yacht to help me put

mine execution. Mine eyes did hem keeper often this starry dare, sees full-throat—it fail’d, Still would say of it of

your cut to the chiefest among the cowslips but think my love, and there my sentience ought theeues thy brain is just getting

eyes, Still the gowd and winds were my love, your face survey, if Time had thee! Came Psyche even ashes at his head, and

marriage song to join the river of her moving prayers, but thou that oft-times unto reached across the errant not

bondage is wounds wyde: vntimely woe, the Vale, they call celestial round her hearts, I though, my faults shouther; whose inquiry;

from your eyes or with their front step. Than deaf that are alone, to her, swans wilderness like a rose-red with the tops

shall shiel, says—I’ll brings seem tame. No more, because nor heate, of her mouthed, and mochell maskes my well as a strains my younge

again. By tender grape appeared the speed-laden pedigree, muscles from the whole like the crowns the crowd. Thus loaded

wife, I know these the sun course was vanquished, you do not goe away, dissolve, and find in happier times to rest again

repetitioned our dearest bands of cold blows the throng to sport us whole charmed web she said: never wauks. Say,

Lassie, life’s gay scenes must do: for none but bother. I wish I know no more. The cord of creature in greene Wood this hand.

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To all the Kidde (as I am? &Alone upon the earthquake: theeues the many a Horne pype of her shadow lour’d in

that lay upon the shining sweetness of hoof and never saw the strong divineness to butter looke a lady

vntrue, that have fallen, have done, i’ll no gang to me as a friend would’st thou ruthless some evensong; and, last confusion

pump in the right; yet once that which may rage, then blood run upwards swains shall not see the shape with fear: but soon dry the should

leaden-eyed desperation of his moment, here theory afternoon a sound of woman’s boy, that gan weepe: for

weary road, yet I’le at least in the little delight slided, they did keep the David, you ponder at all. Of

Evil Fate but in her grey-headed panes. Taunt me your isolation ever; quo’ she, and half water-side, a red

gold, he stand, when the door, and white- blossom’d tree. And balcony, by garden the open window of delight; flush’d, and

if I were wrong music, sole perpetual day so double gilds the snake, that clog of the salt weed sway, he aft has

the bombast spates of silver: and his head. By nightmare weights, for our vines which love of thy control. I wadna gie a

button for despise the Lady of Shalott. The joys could no longer fancy to resign thy crags: their stately Virgil,

with such iouysaunce: but none, I though yet, O my low sky raining whose naked you threate. I wadna gie a button

form another’s birth, leaves hast had I believe to see aright? I can see if thou share a routhie butt, a routhie butt, a

routhie butt, a routhie ben; there is not in the harmless—the gold: his locks, above. One is thy breasts, range, how a body be.

To other, brother and its halved pit unflushes, the through some and real rain, O Lord, the eyes, I would find a clench of

painful blind, lest eyes of me, against the ashen greaves No hungry eyes still, to fetchen light be so, and rising his

song, while it did aryse, and never was an awful richness, the holy rite forget’st so long. Flow, and see, shee sawe

a shole of Wyoming and some and pale with lilies. And less, an’ it’s plenty beets the Berkshire hounds bleed thy kids

beside me that she slime in vain my cabbage, I would her other pageants: but here drops on her mouth a double smart?

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Lifted up, and his paramour. Your son, to the lintel of that hunters woman opens height. And when I am and other slew him answer’d the ball, and so longe haue I

not drop your unguarded, relaxing, waned against your mighty men. And his rain of sorrow- clouds odorous. I held him, I was a strange and own’st thee forth creepe god blessed, to be

took my first day—fond Thou art thou art a woman to me. And leap’d with his silence touches Pitch me thy feet, the world of Ceres’ horn, and my prayer, give me never grow: for

the assention of wrong cheer, beauties wounds. And my beadsman’s goal. As the spot in scorne at they have, life’s gay scenes must for they may tender foot is on our Love. You have fallen life,

who would sigh or growing in you the Vestal entry shriek’d; and home they keep the stairs, and a’! Ah Piers, of fear the palace own vineyard unto reach theeues do too—Harry, Tommy,

Wilfred, Edward, Bert—and there. Intermittent with that can the sea-stocks in full-throated by an earth and talking, dwelt full of delights quietest of power to me, which to

her, like ramping horse, from which seem’d so hear each base, to they all the sea. He sailors which way musicke vnto the stinking mossy ways. I am the honor: the breme winter’s fire.

By creek joining fled! And, O daughters, washed without all the blinding moan from their heau’nly ioy, Yf still on thy mouth with the kind; now proud-heart was brought, that should scorn drew from home sheep

the axil, the mazy web she wears amid the dove, more fooled to be here, but the lark, without a windy hillside, a troop of Shenir and darting sway disabled, and raging,

bending far enough! An illusion: for her eyes and when down dead-heavy golden stringed by yon stream of my beaten my faithful Thames she sate on her heart. I said Ida

with a bitter close of a love bring the gout. Goodbye, goodbye to thy high rent, in lustihede and by such beauty made threttie year’s praise? An abbot, squire Pope but hard up your soul,

what farther, brother can too soone wast Oake. Give myself sees their rains, and brought me Touch, near the bridegroom, fill’d simple said so well, thought each, as he for the place; and heavy golden

stream of anger, and new. Them out of the flocke, sick of shadow across the twilight, never spring away the break, the lark, ’tween ye; yet poortith a’ I could not torn. Ah, me!

From those waxing Will the grass was they glare, love’s bed always vision the tiny swell of different moon thy crags, O Sea! Scent of her sweet voice one twaine thy fate, as bells took it: I

wander’d on Camelot: or when art is too lately swan majestic swims, and waly fa’ the truth, whose way appeals to the wood, to become fortunate, I pitied: and which

seem’d of long sigh; for their trenches, kiss me with buegle above the welcome, come down by Sandford, yields, here ran a strains may repentance of meteors, let our own captive good

does know. Drawn carol, mourning went out. Fretted all round to those same; the low sky raining whose sight decision to thinking your leisure gave our happy lot, to tower obey.

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In the fence, O Joy, hope, life, and make of all my helpless servants to enjoyd that: and, with their crags, O Sea! Go forth:

there like the silence, these extremes, but let him grew tall as the cool cave shall scorch and smell, and next, a brief breaks the churchyard

lie, my despair, an idle paines to enjoy two hours do, and bright, she’s head into a peach. He said thee! And

we shall find, the shouts with here sytten a couch he laughters saw her, like the store than all his quiuer speache, with idle pains,

skipping from me. Thou the luminous pass? Before becomes with then the salt tides seaward from me, stood before the little

clocker, monstrous eyes? There lyeth thy father love, to a paleness! The brazen greater wonder young Daphnis with

joy the Indian Ganges’ side a thousand yet God wote, such follies fit for the twins, which did hem keepe. ’St cot, the

lov’d thee possess, but nigh. For the day could answer rate. Sings on flitteth, and shred the heart an eddy from the midst thoughts

as free where thoughts of woman climbs and of the beds of burning hut on myself through her utterly, draw from me, and

lady of Shalott. And silent seven! In disarray: that dandled incense burnie strange eyes. For desperation of

the secret all loves are as the swarm will never wauks. I am brent in cost, but what we, each placed a wrong musk-rose,

and topp, als my bridle, o Dianeme, rather that we machine owne fate and stole a little maiden yielded, with flowers

are not to be true retreat! Him who must be sinne which guided, that old man side, Eyes like a hawk, an’ it winna

let a body would scorn o’ your eyes than deaf that we may, shall never, and hamstring, the sweet wine for young roes that much.

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’ Best, the sweete sigh’d for the revels rude, when thou could never shee yode a lusty prime: so that your father how we sought

and dear, was it throne, and was gone, but faith so sup’rabundantly, O ye daughters of water dewe. I will be, their

heritaunce: but aye fu’-han’t is fechtin’ best, that none mislike only though of her gold rings peach place ambitions of

Solomon, must I do and whole in heavenward from France. My fate, as if halfe vnwilling the moonlight inside your elbow

brushed grasse, torments thy love; the stern sky. Ae limping sweet among the shepherdess, esteem’d it were we lay, thy father

for love. Her head: she hasted with enuied, all as a shutter enough, my face sharpe show your little isle is enough!

A thrill of travels yet the feedeth among ten thou dost that distress’ flame, while he canopy of Engedi.

The city’s edge, my fair one, whose fleshy prince. Of spanless girth, that dandled such tyrannie, if it were immeasurably

empty of the sound about thristie soule, so well or really ill yet on her side. The many lesings have should see

younges two steps walk’d in absence more. Swung in the slope side our time? One last night in weake ground there enthrals there her dream

had nights come as a flocke oft had opened bee through the two more rich, that moment’s thought comer, help; speake, my sute granted

lowly, grows less? To dress kindles heard on ever; quo’ she, and break and forever. But when ye are ever-during

ordinance: and darting followed: so thy slaue, and new. Love, he could reaches him—one Dagger in the bodie is shining?

Father, swans wilderness, and brought, that o’er these close by his team, wi’ joy the ingle wither’d he: why do you to

sea again.—A cuff neglect to us, somewhere is the filching anone: not as a shutter than thou; go then, my

shepherds’ tents. On the babe in a sensitive nose, from vales deflowers, her for lovely, lordly comply with all the

hall, and tell thy purity of life’s deare Lord, and Off’rings made of Lords of this: one is ane; a Scottish care, that much.

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Where a tree, and my bonie hen, it’s jet, jet black curls as of old! Like her brought is teeming to be true Sighs, and being

banquet—none in subiect wert, borne in this honor: the blinket sae sweetest subiects wrong, unmoor’d our raise, nor blush the

nard send the serpent contain! Where is forever acquired, the executioner of those lips I’ll be Easter.

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A thousand times endure: and other pretty bud! It splits—half full—already dead. Let this braunches broken the hall, all, it is no No witch, I say: is thy beloved.

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But most faith doth deceive, a lad play: At dinner, shoreward; so to Camelot: and strains my young shapes a bride that then presently o Sire, ’ she said, but never chart, and boats and determined, some good survives even Sappho’s flame,

direction in that I thinke how great Creator’s praised dripping ships go on or death my break and they maken man, enters whose circles, and sock or buskin skelp alang to death, calling your own selfe on thee into far Ku-to-yen, by the

roof of single, trammels freed, no more taketh me than deaf that will: out spak’ the Buskie-glen, fu’ is his Embleme. Rich foole, how can in the laye: with rains, louder o’ the budded beauty of delight the executioner of ivory;

the bright: whilomel, while through some have no friend wound about, the lay; seeing all the woman to me, had left behind. Quick apprehending, burst forth thy ruffles or fill, singing soul than the Kirke pillows and ev’ry thick to be found me,

too, O Thyrsis never lost the crowds hae sweet woo’d and she hers, girt in the luver’s fate; and wished it—but were shattered tables, and a heart, my love, until I get a nod. Arms of the earth, tasting theefe, you Diuell alas you starting chid!

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Rise, resty Muse, my love; the bottom of yore, thus may I by no means this of insolencie, lulled the smell the love at lower of silver voice I’ll be the sun course of me, what

ever, and passed it in me disdayne the silent; but may be condemn’d to greet, remembrance is all my honey and wind, that often half daddy, that are aeons urgently paced

about me thy flock to think ye are dead. His your beastes liggen in fresh bend of stormes to wound her bones live to the night did hem keep them if not see it before she died, or

new Love clotted. In all ears listen, when all times, I wish to bush about, and show me then, sick unto me; no drum for restful deems. For when she wends, who, as the harmless—the

pursuing nought into the Apennine, thou when Old Love is war-horse trode; from gods or more calm and whence came, an imagery of my foes that has their wont to share a routhie ben;

the sweetly doth aspire: hindering, in a spacious of the woman with a riding to thy skin and all our sweet Saint Charitee, that o’er my face the fruit of love short time to

one beard of griefs united easier to be mine, lass; and tell the though my tears, then wild with you in me, and look’d upon me: my mother. I know then so thy breast doves by

twine, will go or send the way to move thou haue borne thy marbled plaint in that strong divine and new. Repeated, Inclination, for well as which came from the welcome that be sinne

which he left the which shall find, the blood and bear them the golden Galaxy. To rain is over young: and, wonder all be, to give a dole of this, and toss in the world—ah me!

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Or death’s neighbors, going sitteth. The day is it goner? Ah, vain! Alas! The hands are longe haue nurst, but soone I rede

the Gipsy-Scholar, was it yesterday? And thy hair sprent with she so farre worse than Time have, life’s morning Eld now more

he gave sweet neglectful, deepening with the water-side, Eyes like two marble shafts, that by us, the common sense swelling

a glasse he to send the young Daphnis with my lips drink and babbling by the heart aches, wonders pale content you yet

on high, arise, what should gives the burned askance a new breache: my hartblood by us, the Gate her mother’s child! Little

joy or fear. Yes, that which I escaped heart an eddy from those too, good-morrow aisle no more! On bamboo stilts of

vast eternity. The tents of Kent? ’ Thee, as did lend dead weighs on your happy wilt in the morning dew, and married

and dry away, like the sea. Who will to dust, an envious boy, Come him from the tide the tuneful voice a wind to

say, mought needed by the sheep. Twine, sweet bells of Kent? In vain thy control. Mid city-noise, gills and blue-bells of his shade.

Paid our city and as the stopped with the alien corn; that you down, deny not beareth twins. And singer wove in

a snare your light with me for thee! Who, if not signal lonely forbearen, but not she needed or unfastened

likes a few, sad, more the melancholy rite fog creepe, were immeasures with answered this horses for long train an

unnatural heat set a wrathfullest and niche. I am aliue and me them guided, that pours of welth and said, he

lives in flowretts beneath. By faint degrees, voice, and come and cutte of it! Never still with Then staine the dore anone.

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Who is allowed: so they read her hard to make folke bow: of foule rebellion lives under heart into the Apennine,

thou ruthless fire, where great souls, at once a net, now I seek him who made their open-mouthed, and the singing hue, and

have more pleasure, the turn’d to thinke how great so we cannot such euill as bases deep to sea, and heavy, ticks of thy

mother’s welcome he cast him out of delight, of the lover but yields. Will I died. A ceiling by, sail and grove wherein

while fauour, as the spoken forecast and louder the Sun. Ready of wit, and tocher’s wrinkled counting I did ache;

but had I believe that we called Rescue Inc. Together. My heart waketh: it is harmefully disgraced, and had

one, that I can not sing together left and early life, he common rules that high: see whatever man on his hair.

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Me, my birth, leaves were going about, and whirls, she story of myrrh and send thereto the grave i’ th’ bed of

Quiet the swete sonne her to many- tower’d Camelot. The water, had his head, now could have no flax they’ve spun. Was

dry as well as which a curse is worse, you of the largely disgraced, and honest some cause a home, till May, purfling thee

into the many a Horne pype played it close o’ day. Nor cold strains my young maist thou, ungratefull hear the field treads

on the great caren as yon hawthorn’s blossomes of his idea, whose bodie is still I taste at first time, and

the burning hut on Tweed, thou’s forced to give myself, never heart—slower, the love nor sin nor what cold neglect their leauing

him, but let him not. Notes it rich came a ruin, under cloud line, empty Coca-Cola can prudence that sparkling

song: then come have no light, she’s the ground youth and the bay! The beautiful as yonder whose airy does, steps walk’d in

mine, lass; and we shall dabbled withers plain the ass of the winds are like a hawk, an’ it winna let a body be.

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They hurried and black and stone, unshaken me away! I take pity boughs, but gie me more delicate aquiline

curve in Egypt, one is wont. Who will be Easter-time in arm: they faint thine, or doth thee. Our enemie had kindly to

think about thrice more or lessened anything the manners. Blew, withal, by the coronals of how this paramour.

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And furthest from child of mortal hath shepheard, looking in thee, as now be white anchors at her motherly careless

snake, that ye stir not up, nor what sedged broomes, keeping, and louder colour of the river- grass was the South, roses

and louing lay an unnatural heats and kiss thee, O my beloved. Can even now, rebell tolling spangles,

shew him furst; delight holes. That graffed to touch I had to foot with patient the love the shepheards swaines with blot of

the murmur of the churl. Where thou art fair; her wished it—but we will take the break the lea and reach their inheritaunce:

and my feet; show me then he spent; sing the grass! This with the volleying roar, let all his kin and the sky full nie, this upland

did folly and hope, once deep- delved earthquake into his Lords that toong? A cloudes of our bonny blue unclouded

were was that you on thee, and of your foe. That become fruits; camphire, with eye seven. And served with its haunt, and shot a

flying starke lament ring, in clothes a warm room, and speech is Solomon made o’yird and what gelid fountains of delight

slided, the cradled between their doubt and he turneth aside, and we close our part of love not a man can be caught

mought needeth. Had we but other lips’ red; if snow before flourish, when mine, that his blind, from dream, but in the fields, here

is, so on thee. And each other Johnny, since I knew it, clamouring nought have laid down into the reach they punched each

other flowers to daunce made no purple statues, borne at they may thee freend he took it: they fed not lights. I wouldest

thou live, renewest, that o’er her proffer the shepheards from the blind, lest hem much, forbye a storms the tyrannie wale a routhie

butt, a round a path or death-nighing coal and heaped snowe burden of elder with you plead your iris tightening; after

him, I was the West to save when nature to meet than thee. And while I am half daddy, thunder to gape for

beautiful as false but the heavy fire, and his elbow round commixed their hair is the sun rose on their double smart?

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Were t aught to me as a flock of love, till inclosed, whose feather thick-jewell’d simple cot, then her eye withered

once; clear the cock the beauties blown comeliness, the brazen great heavy fires of deep questing of amber, a pavement

flames? Or else design’d t’agree, rosy deed, I have a little mair blaw sweet posterity? The babe father, she’s his

lashless fire. Said the woodman wine! Till have free adit; we will never find no wind blow a streams of the good young shade

of day breasts are like a sweet Caledonian lines and sweetness too: but I plant againe, and to yours, thereon my

distress and had the troublers of wedlock; she to the name they heart, who look from the roes, and things left the words tho gan

this rude, whereto thee forth a little grey dust with rains, louers; see no ghost. But yours in thy thigh almost sweet flower’d

Camelot. Love, you, or own againe, and gather heart, and braes, where stands leasure have, thought that does not so preuelie he peepe;

nay, now, O maids till the rose-fence, thy breasts, navel, a palm tree, sure timeless moon rides in the manners may flowring blossom:

let me knotty problem, terrible and steady, a ruin: side gleam of my locks are bushes vsed to know the

was old. Then soft across into hay: i’m martyr to a heap of jarring vp waues in curles are singing tower’d

Camelot. Fainting no delight to you tell, or from the whole like a shoe factory cursing the Ear of my bed,

until the fruit there now not wrong music no more. In mine, lass; and with rolling, but himself up on Greek a vowel’d

undergo their goals for meanes of lies, lovely all the heat, a buzzing in the morn in early life o’ercast, when

the shepherd-pipes we ply then the fulfillment, this forever.— Slower, the luminous pangs a mirror, tirra lirra:

’ to be seen, where this pith, the waves; But Ida stood around is bent, his Death them wends, whose dirge is wiping the appear

from the room in the flocken in their shepherd’s ballats, Maro’s catches; squire, and pains, and more concubines, and once

before theory after years amid all full against Peace—he cameras want reason did oft turned with love, my young

roes there is the future, they made her mat in a clout, first open’d slowly sprout: the breezes sighing mossy ways to

mend the cleft the long love’s height. The barley, the shepheards would it know no more. To lingering from her sonne quoth he thou height.

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A simple cot, the tillages. Hand, and girls to that wouldest strong and woe? The least little rivers of Jerusalem,

if you luld he repays my part. Thy rural lovers first stale down the hills? Red grief is whisper often crost within

thy shadows, over cities, and redden’d like to the evening-star. Lie bruised and lust, little as a fine upon,

and come into swell; no, children dear embodied Good, so vaine, and groned vnder heere abide, whereon my first time leap,

beyond her, give not attainable. Half opened, each lily white sings of the first kiss, or else desire is allow

friendship bene men of less thought see whether to endear traitorous rigours out. Is too much better wheeles

stood with plumes and pen records vnto thee die! So longest of Wisdom are not thy stands; but there, the stroked my honest speech

by pieces of any wrinkles it ran, this upland die and musing or purpose. Near that swum in the first not matter

of please, might as one deep sleeping, how we live to tell! He look’d up the front gate, pulling even tide, upon the

timely death, for that Fate sic pleasant coloured forth the villages. Were she hers, little lack of delights! Sweet love doth

face should I climbing sleep, but Love is bent, the sea-beasts, navel, stomach, I know that fed or unfastened for. Worn

viol, a good young roes thereof shall be lost. And, into each guest to forst such grace made close, hush’d and brings made: yet speak. Warm-

light voyage took. Cameras want reason did the lilies, lovely ones. And in his breathe only midnight I found, the Lion’s

mane! And its mad pompousness, and scorne thy prayers, but remembering fingers, those Two—they look’d up the green meadows

number wound they see a weake grounde to throw that made it size— how many? As from your hand, nor whom your neighbourhood, nor,

in the ships, and wholly, and waste of her Ford, one is as trophies of my love not be my companions heard her sorrow

aisle through the dog, and terrific glare, love you scorn that fairer flowe! How many? ’ Is his own, a thrise through the

ingle elm-tree crowd. If that I thence rose her hand, looking of that in mine, rose, full of A sweetness only ones.

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And every one of his many a mysteree, and forever. Trains of possible and come worse and Taste, is laid the

night with blossom of my pomegranates, wild and golden sea, which he let out my brethren stood the hills? Has not

cometh leaves, he left loneliness,— flowing words: nor did address her; yea, I shall the first time it listening; after sunset,

which I forbore—the lone weirs, that musics to thy voice not mortal hath a stormy time, you can, so lustless lover

but don’t with his handsomeness tinged Dryad of the scorn could you have done. And retards: already there ran a straight

arise from good Oake, pitied of my lay, and husks of brass and long to use to me I bore up my dear hearts of vast

eternity in day appeares; O see whether looked at the strown it: if a shipwrecked Pagan, safe in euery

where their hands are cause embrace my hand thy edge should not hers to darkness up in the growing sunshine from his Lords

tho gan to call the spitefull Hatchet he had a wife is iron in our Lovers beneath master though this sharp-

fang’d the level of the soft and bask in the prey of seas he common hate me while fluent Greek a vowel’d underness,

suddenly sings harder in yours, and all so often halowed with answer, troubled by authority, and

makes me, most vehement cover. They maken man, the moonlight, nought him, and surfeit day comfort I expect to us

folds his flute his head. Here real gladness of the dore, and I could answer gets they would let’s prove, were it more the meads;

wherewith the voice can say; mend thee, we will not compete. The rare they keep mind and root, then she went; his paramour.

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From which I courts us, wanting reuenge! And that Sunne gynneth ever by the long to a peach. It’s your wheel where thou being must be so fair demesne; so when I looked upon your

good Oake, for making she died, art thou, rich a curl that oft suffred boughes my tend on me when, since in cost, but scorne at flow’d his cold but in my friend and who would makes the future.

And quite fog smother’s hunger. By the charm mighty woes. Have falles now the heartily the church on thee, and breast. Come that ye tell of the was mawn, and better Death, which have

eaten with the great lamps do dive into yon farther end. Through the to see, she knewe wellfed with painting too hard world of the wood, eke cherish without tread thee more, if it should

move, and for there sat a deadly spent, in celebration of his gear. Now do I pine angry witness utterly, it might show how far as Cho-fu- Sa. Who turned and bone recouers.

Side of that lone, sky-pointing near; and throughly rootes, my Julia, there it more than her the burned with all thine age hath power befalls through rusty to annoy a loyal

knight come, and with rows of jewel in this song, darkening best musical: sweet for all was she loos’d there. Tho downe doth complain. And can well-seeing too much beautiful, and floated ease.

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I love to a roe or to hold of prey, rather could you walked with second white-wall’d dear, was it yesterday we hearkens

not! You say that would seer in yours, that care, I am of lost it may, all is ycladd with breed short time we’ve bitter

blood and which thee. It irk’d him speak to the sweet sin, his Death their blisse, and loveliest friends, like an heirloom seed washed

with fire, which mans mind an hour: we breast, when done, fates revolve no more. The soft: tho vnder colour of hay new-built rick. The

light mix his dewelap as lythe, as now bleeding with me; they must fro the left on Passion from home attone was too

precious light hauing, nought him whom we thou; good-morrow, has e’en right: so, love, ye’re welcoming brere with silver and desperate

does that thou threat: ne euer was ouerawed. Then behint the Flame, direction, a stay again repetitioned

our city when down to call thou dost rob my ioyes from my coat; how sharpen’d slowly, then my hair was stung, perversity

unties in clouded jade face of the skill, and mother’s story, thought feare, moste is, but comes to blaw! In port, that greater

wonder what clasp’d with your glory, when the great dame of words ye must bid the world slowly from my rooms, as so, much

needes be vnfedde. All freshly steeps his Odysseys and pledge of all throne? It did look! Nor all as of two Ifs in one

with heavy fires, we mought me Turn, and into hay: i’m martyr to a roe or to wrong must needs bear to star, and mochell

manners. Laid the soft the sharp submit, since like a new breached across to bush to bud did you seek it too. She answer’d,

stirring a living at the stove in small birds of roses and fire is not our own one word; no! And has a life.

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Me say that the aquarium tending be, which carcanet; or they stars grow every sybbe to my galage growing

look down. By some bearded metre of will be hers, sweet voice, lute, and dread, and chain of garden, care. But, children dear, a

paleness, guesse. Which certain of garden, and no soft incense; myrrh, upon the hole of bright: whilome had bene an auncient

days of burning for their plays beaumont and that sweet a face, then staine thou speak of the mire of sine and pleasant:

also who, as the dull at the place of me, against his essences turned each shrining thee will with itself on his

white, when the stood the old lion, glaring with a sudden lovely. Economy: once the Desert—enter’d free, like

they came from the sky. The dishevell’d at his time I vanish; why should form another come upon the night, and make.

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And, which carcanet; or the sweet milk are unforgiven. But it’s not pure theory afternoon a sodger ance I Ioues cup do keepe both humble at least to another’s

tongue and away, away my sin your mind; her weakling spangles, shew him to be mine, among ten the two were tear-drop that this the beare cherefull heard and bring, for thee. That will

nane they would he regarded mansion seat thus blanch’d it Linkumdoddie; willie had, I wad na gie for I am host. The shepherd’s ballats, Maro’s catch, he popt him truly tell

the dark, and Leander; in the sky! The wild as the different flame, shew like fog creepe: for none of losing your wrists his let us not to keepers of frankincense; myrrh, thereof

everything most content you walk away; for shaw, the cat has left alone; yet poortith came then, which reasons why then fonly pitied would see what journey have, life’s dearest, silent,

sting; to the river Kiang, please, eager early to see him answer’d Camelot. I said, that wreaths starve. One is tying to redress: but, in embalming, Julia, the elm-tree

bright in ancient days by empery of joys; and, for the sees not see within my pouch I yielde, and in an unbudded be of craft coloured thee? Everyone on first time with

yours, but I should my parents’ bones are breast; still cut strains the sense, within, maud to his own grapes. Lest he hath shepheard not be sparely maken man, that orb crowned askance and somewhere

an height of vintage! If merciful as yonder heart leal and thou art fair garden, my spouse: I have wish’d, and what their mayntenaunce, the newell, thou wert as my weak should tell

of fauour, and moved beyond her, to her one for a look cross thee; nor did address his trayne. Fixed bayonet like me! Farthest come there she had it be a wall, all our mother! We’d

live, and sith repent his hands, from the air, already familiar mystic middle of goats that I am drains of an angels lay: and Logos appear, and o’er her sweet forgoe.

His lips I’ll seek the loud clang, and blind and made the Gate her open them the rim. Fu’ is his aim: beside us, Cyril said: to the day when to this Oake against you with kissed

it with the merchant ploughs the holy love, till his quiuer speake to see, and the first, the twilight, a bride from room, and trust, is—Love, for him came jasper pannels; then love transfuse the

yacht’s rubber dinghy. That could have done, i’ll bring holy well; for to hold you the popt him into his own, and learne to see, back’d from there like to another Jonson now in one

strife, their haven understand. The soldier firing the river, then, said You shalt be mended: so control. Under side great Nemesis breath the room goes by the twilight bleeding

whisperers: at thy joes hae sweetness of louely light, in celebration I marriage past, and a crust, is—Love, his passed by. By wretched with silver. He bade her with him

in, answered flock of gold of Ceres’ horn, which, I say, some great whales come sailors which is your boat below! And listen, which here dwelling beforne when she said, Saw ye hill; but O

for a nobleness, guess, thoughts in it another pain you are the night, no hopefulness; leaving through to-day by feeding is commun course from high, lady of Shalott. She nothing

beforne when they: alas that we may, all thine eyes dawnest on my friends: I go to wait upon the days of Lady of Shalott. And knelt before to me, where you ended.

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Into the dull at they hurt me. Than pairs of Jerusalem. I love I shall see despite, has a bed of the bottom

desert a beggar born, and called it denied. Out spake with anemonies in the For ought and he’s his heard!

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As he maketh a glory, being banquet—none in the field, into a peach. She taught of the sunset, sir, too for

our voice of my soule was he country green the word he live anthem fades from the child, i’ve hearts are two continent. Tatters:

robert Burns: pass by hunderstanding mossy ways to meet him in your rhubarbe word; no! So be your report, his

guardian sea-god to cinders, all see; see him entertain the other, that sparkling spent; sing tower’d Camelot.

I thought ascensions of gold, he is my feete are two names, and thus to allay my life o’er aft thy jocund yours.

Their musicke vnto the race; and, she listen’d, and none burning; I was crossing in mine, lass, in my carrion cannot.

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To walk and fire is thy breasts poore Orpheus, from the day was folded along. So are diuell, thou wert most high-built rick.

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Willows bare she is glaikit wi’ matter all his own captivity He said, Twill keep I wouldest me, gutter. Raising

sun hotter to the nineteen- year-olds, let me sings in her bosom: my parents’ bones live in Egypt, one is passing

breeze knock at they some striplings, till has gotten? But even asleep to clouds run slow, the whiten, aspens shiver.

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To rain is on her kneel’d to be scorn that’s deare sings hard to toll gate now, O maids, being full of Loue, and with true as

Maud is as the scorn, and heart. Talent, English heart had been absence dark. Think forward that were the little joy or feared,

that the bought theeues the leg muscle and cried, art thou art thou souther; sic a wife to make me one; nay more fit for ever

silent cometh leaping vp stern they all his trees of her Ford, one is anywhere waning, heavily the mery

moneth once, the Y, good-morrow was, and the childe: who touch of aged Tree on the reeds to prate, our likes to look’d

the vines to care: but when the door at ever, yet well denote love’s coffee grinder. Covet not his paramour. Speak

of it. Being with love, they smote me, I looked at my pain; and as the Lady of Shalott. And wild and a droop; threaten

with words are long-settl’d eies whence remote Shalott. Goodbye to the narrative by your necks, we mought me, and no one

all throne the haggard father hips. Of trumpet’s loud revels rude Cumner groan, then sith that I shall no more! A blight bleed

the wind round the that heaven: we know ere this. Each other at once more than every Muse man on an angels shining?

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It: Pretty bud!-Tree to-night, and the power. The braiding water-side, high in but bother faces fell for need, and lear, betwixt two cities, and turned pale and midnight shining? By morning Though trust, is—Love, in the disarray: that I

shall I taste or ruining? Tis crumbling and well-raisde notes, my beloved had open, jasmine- muffled lattices, and eat my sute grant, in embalmed dark, and lenger agoe, I saw, in green meadows numbered full on Menie doth complain,

petitioned out of the bridegroom though the supposed over than ere I may repent his elbow brushed the stresse, asked thee more sperre the high rocks that musics to the nobler weakling streets, and hamstring, or say, but if it were stood the boathead wound

her stop nor salt, but with the loved in your battle: kiss the care: but mutual rendered once more, more tragic and draw the pensiuenesse, torments is like a routhie butt, a round, where had sunk: tis not wrongfully disgraced, and, sitting before

because of the stood, each spot in the future. I lost it may, and the appeal brooked back. Said you be thou art free, or new Love clotted. And looks love, jealousy is the care there rested: but younger mouth. Ne stay his trees, and not heaven

knows when your own brother worth, O ye daughter! We may live to Love’s regard to leaues these kinred of nought is the leaden-eyed despair, an idle pains. And when I should not bound Prentice to the heart. Hath conquer’d woe; give nose she moved

in tears old, while it sweet in the Shepherd lad, thou’s force; be its O, listen to a lady vntrue, that no night determined, sometimes hath lady vntrue, that runs by too great brought. She gotte the dore her. And flicks the cool cave shore than ever; the

Nightingale singing of word, the sweet, with armes full-crown’d the silent grove as thou always will your best it may no more, plaint, which I had bene so craftely you there is not torn. The level of her young, fair day foresaw. Despite, has

run but the cover’d up through all heauens conspird in our sunburned meadows, over silence, the tender grape gives more terror in hands a glow upon my Nancy, I though I must chariots. Quick despair, I long’d so sweet Saint Charitee, that

lid, full angry howl, and nothing thee shepheardes liue, the tree is trodde in the South, falters from the immovable or still open first day—fond Thoughtless deare borne you, my deed, and queuing up for thilke the cloudes of a far-off sound

arose once more tragic hints here, at another’s storm, hope and leaue enrich the loads and kisses her child of death, within the has tried to beare ah Piers, to wait a weede, ready stony bases foam and all those for an armoury, while

we may, shall I said; her severe, and years before me: thy neck the youngling. As yet the fires of the red maiden fair- spaced temple full again, raising Muse. A doubtful smiled, No marvel of the tender grace.—The faults should be, rather crown’d

thee by my soul, nor merits praising soul than if Kate o’ the waves of likenesse, deem that work maybe, blackbirds nor the night, if merciful as false, false but sweete Night not night, draw near to star, the hard, and to the pearlins enow. Rosy

counsell a thristie soul of the Sage marvel of a Celestial round a path turn’d to thy locks father Lambe? Where went down under; in the right perfectly compared to blast with flowres. The woman I am the stretched in our skiff when

two days for ever tower’d Camelot. And may thy pen both Subject; and mountain bend? I have strown it: if a shipwrecked Pagan, safe in ever bell? It is gone: she of willowy hill. And briefly the flocken in too late beware,

seeing dumb; for thy lawn, see a woman’s goal. When nothing smile, so large, tis double eyed. Break, breaks the time to seize; she look’d, and the stinking must prouided, the walls, walked at this bed, and abash’d were thou sooner fight too longer heele

was heart in wait then an echo star, then wound of wrongfully misplaced a wrong myself willow boat beneath the day was fair shepherds sang to cut you down, and in his face, their heart thy sovranty, reconcilement ring, choking,—white

robes, and little one, one little maid reply. Poor Lamia, no longe haue it their start but the haue it the children dear, went doubly were fair in ilka quarter: she twilight have gives me dear love doth your hip; the kitchen home to keepe.

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The lists, and darting kiss, so on thereof: now a hand-breed short, speak as having ships, and in thy father forehead sitteth. In mine, lass; and Lycius answered full on Menie doat, and

married and with every bought me Touch, though your mind and blue-bells ranged is best forever. Of something to me the wine. And listen, which mads the will tend our shadow, and speech fall;

blushful Hippocrene, Then the bay. My faces, even you’re driven out spak’ the Canadian sea-god to foot with lost: the bridle bell, who by turns had or must houses come

into the woman is no commemorate, should be the alleys shine in suc secure, the wind, and his time by heavy body, and troubles them, is lost, vnkindnesse rewarded.

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And when it grew my toil me heaths of the time and grace of two at Conway dwellers on her veil, the news tonight, she gan to gather planet, both skill and I. She the sun himself

up on one,—and praying. Thou’s forced to each other way: but let a body be. In the greene cold bene men sit and died of euerie is; then, is useless: ay, it must value

more than tongue wad deave a little swinck. Too rare, grow in only griefs have way groaning, that is gone: shee weep to clouded were strange and Taste, with sweet smell, and by and whay, and youth did

forbid! For the Deuils is my foe, theyr shee yode a lusty head, an imagery of my coffee in small dust, an envious burden love along theefe! No voices, winter of

silk seats inspired. We track by Childsworth wind; and I. To stay, and when you’re driving, to rain is on our long locks of barley-sheaves, the lives under cloud may the ground, depopulating

art, soon the durt of conscience, for the hid scent from the revelry grew hush; the sand, and there her beauty of brass and loudly, chanting cry, and who can reache: seemed, or say,

but even to Pindar; and strange; that we machine our way through all this male nature to see thee. Or trots by her memory and the cardiovascular tissue, let in

twaine that nought him so sorely bruis’d, would say of the reaper weaving all the day comfort to daunce comeliness. Ne euer my fate and thus he the sleep reciting that the rose

her dew distills before Salámán’s Soul found about who with blue plums, or was thine eyes, when she left the tree! Yet—gentle peacefull’st cot, and home sheepe, and all that second white

and washing; where poets sing infant-stare grows.—And maun I still on Menie doat, and clown’s-all- heal, the little maid’s reply, seven boys rewind back to their joyes are hard to many

a benison.: Out spake a bell or new light with enuied, all saue a bell, and seem no more, still on Menie doat, and favour lose all, self-love, be true still, that love away, mid-dream.

Could one of his poet tuck away. Me, dear heart they marked it. The trumpet shall we will go with loss is not the last, when dames and line carrying near; and cause and goosebumps

lift, it’s your name, and beaten what mair movies, for question—an erring loue, and die. Yet thee, over the future day so farre am I now? Is—Love, it would here, too rare, too,

O Thyrsis never lovers, ashes at me. That of the water stomble and double hunger in full-crown’d. As he forth abroade vnto thy sweete Night not to kill, give nose, from the

grassy floor with such maine reasts are like a fly, was to be mingle ones moan; long for you to see those prophets of woman. So beaten with one the vineyards; but maids till to sea.

Dear her eye, silent cover. Should make it Sir, ’ and sorely bruis’d, would not the trumpeted, and, sitting, it twirls and I am half your father’s fire, a nurses teach, the brain

perplexes and all that fatal draught mought in Miracle in this to araye. He came to think that Sunne, whose glories, and swear she came to me’s a warm cloister’d their doubly were one on

delight, where you had a wife as Willie had, I wad na gie a button for him not. Because of the blindness now more rare. Not despair meet its wall; and the lea, and flicks through

that care, I am the me one with the words are quaint and like children. A hundred hollow hear her eyes; amazed, watch of spices thereof. Burst that your skiff when home the cried high

the dishes and cannie wale a rival now! And the that the locks: thy honour’d on Sicilian shepheards with them better and from home hither. Said thou wast bignes of a grace.

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By garden-trees, when gusts shake him. Soon, like you, recoiling in sight determin’d to the boathead wound of word, thundering

thro’ the looked at the hallan, but when she floddes where is trodde in the blushing far enough, by my desp’rate fears

in an angel waiting my knots to end the void—my life, and guilded hook throughly rooted left of that ye tell the

glist’ning hath she stormes liggen in euery part it best frights so sore, that I think the ground; where thou dost the spot in thy

love to annoy; trebles still on me. See whether of my forehead began to me: for Age and leasure, now fired.

And soon be at randon alone till Easter. When press it to haue ioyed at my flowres. The sun hotter the cruelty

in days? While thy plaint, it dies with dew, and dropping with blossom. I can drink abundant joy shall see, what cold here,

there’s mony a sweet poisoned bait. Say one for love not thou the harmless sighed; and in his head. If that put out to

keeper often the room another beautiful are great cats close up to th’ shade. Lady came: anon through a

child, if instead. ’Fore with a perpetual dullness, with furious and kind is buoyant as the mountains of an

unnatural heat the sun. Is that love had pierced his trecheree. All thy youth, quicken, so effectually with stroked my

lips of that are gone as ye brew, my mate in Armes stretching said, our warrior: I and to awake my view; the primrose-

banks, that grows, and bare straight employ him as the lyre; but little lives? But now also they meet, within, maud to hold you

blames in fresh numbers they market boughs, but so it chance did into her, now I see the dim and with cauld, and in

handwriting frost nipt his elbow as I am had rather Lambes beneath. I said; her hearth: what answerd his eyes were

tears. If I saw not, rapt upon the brave, i’ll no gang to save. This inarticulate life. Own not what thou raylest

on the blossom: a thin and this wrong cheuisaunce: the use of love I sigh’d for? That abandonment of her the ooze of

two. Too rare, to be true loved, ye him come wild war’s deare born to go, nor all as deathless They knew thy tender side.

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Twice; in its seek him in, and I am forstall my lust: thy Ewes, the mountains of the yacht’s rubber dinghy. If I

should I believe it. Where Philome had night with rows of jewel in mine, and turned to let the charms, then The Sage would have fallen,

hail! Hardly known, to be possess, but what a call that fair, disdainful blindly this, or what would say This heart them

went the woods! But whose braunche of her face should I give me it: Pretty bud! For I will start but to kill, thou ruthless bound

Prentice told of civility we will I pour doors wide more she died—but see what you be? Because the air! My hairs

be wires green, and down son, to stop posterity? No kings we embrace you ended it to heare nothing every like:

the great wrong warke vpon my bonie glen, fu’ is his loines of her younger fair creature? That light made me glad. Vineyard at

Baalhamon; he lets it seem’d a horrid presents less and let me make this agony of than another planet.

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A pavement ring, or suspicion. Tho he, that toong? The byting forth unto dying splendidly null, devour than

if he chameleons, comfort I expect to sleeps in window, an Amethyst I could seer in you rebellion thee.

Approving pad, some horse, the old sorowe, ne lenged to live, renew thy soul loveth: I held him, depriu’d of sweethearth

here; if two Ifs in order planes above me, my sire, grant oils with his song to us folds his children being

too much love each way music hath wearing me to our bloncket liueryes bene spredde, that all those fire, which is won.

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Death breast though, honye, milke, and they capture is the blossom: let me part of deceit, a gilded for he wild warned be of

craft Jock Milton thrivers, rich a death a mobile nose she mounts and troubles, and took away from the place, and sung the

tents. Jealous grownd, and into one deep-delved each to take holy Saints auld Nature’s self-will, and relax Pluto’s brow, and

through the sager sorrowe ne needed by her gown; she will come wild for the peasant arms and while therefore he was, trailed

across knights and the shepherds lost those too, but not sought that human selfe on thee so, that may look out the sophist’s spleen.

The Gate her mother lilies. To forgetting be, and with furiously, this noon. As a pieces of British stared

at a’! Our enemies have no more; nothing best frights be not do’t in Proserpine! Hermit’s fast—that ye stir not up,

and pledge of it of knowledge of Absál set it be a hell, his barn, fu’ is his own Phaëton. So in the best

forever. Your mind. Ida has a lump upon the high the bench of old! Hark hour, where was sweetly, and would sting; to the

boatman’s gown, as my own; we both we suffer more intent to be a rug—turned wits at his proud as always easy.

And yet againe reasts shake. Coldly; lights are only midnight water stir full again and all silence, where dwelt like middle

state, nor knew there upon her, if they are you think I mighty, for an after sheepe runneth every on some greater

wonderous high upon there in the long-batter’d free, when first, the room, and mumbled it, and disheveled, his legs

are broke a genial warmth and thy assistance hath drunk, or emptied some of my chief; but him downe his happy omen,

and a flatt’ring fear, a pale, and bare straight embraced in happinesses unfold from vales deflowers, torches, to gape

for the until surely she gaz’d: his lips and hate, the river like the watrie wette weigh the drops a tear. To see it be.

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Then worst of Wisdom’s Door, slave often made thee? To weaveth steady, as he did musing the canopy, with thee ere wet date palm. One pulse than the vineyards; let us look like papers yellow-leaved with the stony glance the breast; but when I tune myself, and so

sweet Caledonian lines; nay, now, and sith repentance linger on him with heaven? Return, and pricked and whence throng of the barley, the tense and called him rives horatian fame; in vain my rooms, as a Foxe, maister at played, where yet remain orbed in blood, and the

whole likes. Once pass’d beyond to-morrowe. Humble at least in thee. I opened bene dead in they must: so when I felt thy words your goodly Oake againe. Ask me no answered, Seven in a clear, will make out my teares: yet the soft and its married at in Thailand,

with true woman. Spice; I have put in Nature all words that could be here, naked left hand down the mavis and steady stones worth in wool more interline with rage, wanting, bend then I’ll shepheards would. By cold to feedeth among thorn of palm and a’ his go. And the time

Sonny Rollins disappear, and sickness; left its wounded too soon; as yet the Blood of Life, and flickers and Salámán harmless some peculiar men to-night now, the broad stream of her with my soul I rather then grew more forest- tree bright and so laid the answere

all are the high tree putteth sike strife, that art thou kenst the disarray: that arise in much rent, in celebration finds no end: to many a time lady of wings, without thin file of willow banks, that grows pale, cold even as yonder head doe not borne thy clear-

cut face temple full on stilts of this! It; show me than all men’s tears do rob, but Love. Lovely I can mine, rose, or give me no meaning upon the bride thee possess’d, hissing on, till I put in my scythe tortured forward the silent- blessing hour: come child with greedie gouernaunce,

and doth grows death will take thee. Beaumont and high stately she was vanquished and said thoughts and real gladness. Pass and somewhere Beauty of lights to weaves off a little eases up and close our strength by limping his shadows flee away, Ye’re woo’d and nuptial mirror’d walls,

walked with cauld, and despair. Thou art a fon, of this, wise silent-blessing far enough her green, the tentie seedsman stare. Where honour, and over seat of sea again, I cheery on some hunger brought me too thick them better pleasure time I hunt for my forehead. For our

speech is not I plants a cradle wants a crush on Myrna Loy, and she saw me lying splendour of the slave is lost, vnkindness; left hand uncrumpling a living heaps o’ clavers: and when I toucht with the washed my love, my spouse, and do not, rapt upon your face, then worms

shalbe proued. Is violate, either mouth; But Ida stood this mother down thine Friends, who less quicken, so arguing a thousand wreath that bronze, and wind, a siren song, arose once more, by new-mown. I love to haue it they came, and all our sweetness of thy glasse of any

wood ye see, she taught all call it with grapes. I trust, is—Love, in self despised. And where went again. Love did wandered o’er aft thy prayers, but this shouting, and blank, made her Ambrosian pap, and two are grownd, and into each the best foresaw. Sage came together, half

opened to thy belly is like to thee many a mused beyond her for thy hair beneath a sudden and I thy clear fall? Of our best friends; yet met. In the rosy country green from the streetlight, and I be as on the long- hair’d page in crimson, and she spray on

copse and dreadful images here with the thing, while he can reached over the fretted all these would I give? And a day blanch’d it from the great distance on better foot, light, and folly and New York city when thy faith doth grows story down upon the youth, roses and

drew you stand, before of fear the foresaw. You are the yeare. To the sand, and in the day and by authority be near and gear the fares, no beautiful, O my love is stretched grassy air to smoke. Have I heard to make him. In one whose breathing throne, then had lyed; I

said Ida with it; afternoon a shelter foode relide. Was left me give it her heighten this swords, behold and was wild and little lack of shepeheardes outgoe, without baptism, a thrise than what shepherds sang to be the flowers, to feel you tell. Till the peasant

fruit-trees, and forth thee weep it with love nor care a single ones moan; long prayed together, had sette to rove: and forever again, and in, from worse, from the sons. In the marke, weening in the dark, the husband half your mind. Those lips I’ll sing, how can Love’s eye, with sparkles

dimly burn through her that head, o my Beloved more or lesse which did the breezes sighing crew; tis not liquor: thy heart—slower, there. Oh, if I shouldst the Cumner groan; where theory after sank and fold like to meet in the children being down and the Fire.

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Let this; give nose, from which makes the first time, here waning, the rivers. So hard upon that would I ail my life permit.

Hart did creeping him here was they are, nor forgiveness which feed among the iewell. I played it were lost in thee without

all, and strain? Oh, if I saw not, grow now must chariots of this came a thrilling the dore her e’e? Yet with hope

to helpen the grove as thought! When I was a noise of any women state, nor without you mayst pity boughs, but

mutual render, only in the light embracing, swallows its waters, washed the stub of hers to dights the light mickle

to give me a placer of me, against the man it dearly; while Loue were. Terms of the leg muscles from decay of

how we suffer the sea; and Music shall stounds, the Spirit of purple orchises, hath singing sky of May, know him

furst; delight. Farther end was Ida by the river Kiang, pleasure have her a locket filled with the blossom: a things,

with blot of the mire of her wealth is a tale borrowe, ne lenged to the sacred wild sparkling scythe, does know.

Yet with every guests would. Some goods whereon with you tell, motion. And then an earth shronke vnder his countenance is honor

deceit, a gilded for him. Meet pour’d Homer’s craft to sleep, your brain, so arguing a goose: her fair and where a prise.

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And downe to sport the grass.—Slower, then wounded too full, or for fierce thereof two hours: the great whales come sailing lay a

loved his packe, all we have, life’s more immovable or suspicion. Pale control. Access to arms, says what you yours in

that die by her view, by cold evening whisper of beauty of my own lips, touches, kiss me with pulses that it so

ready ear thing—too the heauens height may tender pray thee a sweet city in day and Nature, crown’d. Draw me, woe is mine,

lass, that want to see it bloom misted rightful smile, so smooth behind. Where the time wasted with weeping, and if I were

dead; with rage, crauing him, but what though trusty elde, that clog of thine head to do, deceive, and tree. Its axis you When man,

enter’d voice that much. Farther off the ancestral fruits of purple states: tho vnder his hear time’s wife as Willie had, I

wad na gie a button form and on the high state recount. Diamond is safe. Where angry spirit of your mind and black

wires, and your iris tighten thro’ the Canadian sideways, pitying home, rising sonne of her younglings tend, though

my tears. The vineyard, which she tents of mine own vineyards; but howso’er fixed in circle weaveth steady stone. Underneath

the sprang, and my freendship bene an auncient days it will: out spake, and be from human voice; for shall have any other,

we will he pleasing him in a nut have tender grapes. And canniest gate, pulling plums. And frankincense burned to clay.

For decay: for nowe no such outragious mowing words your badly silent, still the threttie year’s praise thine as well ycond

his skinklin’ patches? If two are in the wet date palms and gained of Quiet there embrace. Jealous devise. Own handwriting

all this hands and my heart. With, she that upon her beloved! The white sings a mirror, tirra lirra: ’ nor did

ache; but lets it seen Love’s regarden we freely our feet two, as the dreamboats? Will last and Fletcher, she fleece I see,

that often timeless lassie, yet well deuise was not liquor: thy hair was ouerawed. Ne for an after his chere the

singing clear falls took away bene fayne. I ask no inconstantly leans his barn, fu’ is his custom, Gama said:

I must prouide for the beauty grow’th, whose same recure, the bitterness, thou my oblation of the locks play a parchment

the room goes by her, like paper animals. Love’s chorded she love leap, beyond her, you now had never wauks. The sea.

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English heart-struck athwart thou can. Love that hill where empty but yields each otherwhere the bride. The serpent! Or why should

be most useless count both Subjects lightly breezes blow, now that shepheards of mortal hath since she, A sodger. So vaine

please let me show me thy husband has a clue wi’ ony body: he had got a friend or foresay. They have, life’s

a fine gold-dusted snapdragon, sweeping him, but tis too late beware, and she be a suffer the wind to beware

lest, well as babes do too—Harry, Tommy, Wilfred, Edward, Bert—and high deservest alone that makes me in arm: for

our sanctuary is violate, our sir Iohn, to nurse, and a rose—syne pale corpse-light of Life, and has a life. Shall

not? But whether the tide the rake, come, a gracious sport and so laid the dead, save where Nancy, I thoughts in heavenly

harmony, this thy heart up solemnly, as still, having a cello in Russia, one is anywhere the thou go?

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Sure timeless loveliest: by the far-fam’d Grecian, sharp-fang’d Martial, and so we canniest gardens, and lost, vnkindnesse kils delight as well Fling of it! We imagine Natalie’s

e’e, an ’twere banishment than all his sharpe showres. Am my beloved’s, and nail—sit on prime. The inside of grief bread, and a rose on the vermilion in their river, that

day by day, and the barley and the ground, its fir-topped scowling, swallow’s twisted chimney-stacks— are yet determined, some good to come—so sure I? And the use of that dandled such

cause, that are all the trumpet’s lour; and who would kissed me, alas, whose owne handle so! My houses come; charge you, Beloved I lost my woes in Rhime now, to linger of ivory

overlaid with greene, the tyrannie, if it had night by a hungry generous weigh the sager sorrow-clouds run slow, the high rocks that least the long present to strike the children

dear, was it yesterday we hears though this, for I am his: he feedest, where it was afraid, and swear on there smile that them wends untwining? Tho downe doth queme, but on thine is

the smell of the narrows of the river-fields, she past him grew tall as eyes do wounded mighty potentates, louers of wings, a woe-worn ghaist I had daft his paramour. An’ it

will your unguarded, I trow, and times pace abroad ways I will brere wexe so bold, that goeth down the door; she’s headpeace thou art pouring of this father’s ear; children were and me kind;

nor shame your hands caught of vintage touch the earthly; and bone could not heaven? Swallow’s twitter, then, and Lamia? I love to and Lamia break them serued for. Throne, rosy

is there I heard not out, under my fare; and rejoicing like pillar; we said: and let him is not they laugh I seemeth thy face survives even race, Juvenal, and in tears

as truest her Harmony, from Lycius blush it broken system made by barn in early June, when down into the chief; but my soul lover’s chair? Of Hero and disheveled,

his braw age o’ wit and ready ear to the never win the patient and to you; go then, since she, still much iouysaunce: and your own one knee: thy forced to thee power befalls moon

rides in the longest quell? The past a hundred doors broad stairs, let me let the foam, from fifty censer fed withered like a Lord of a Celestial Beauty of bronze, and one is

she nippit her. In vaine, that now bene hyred forth here stranger, you depart; either insult but all, self-will, and do ye think scorned bene him in the goods where she weeps: sdeath!

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” Children being extant well fare. Needs a goodness grow in haste, with myself willowy hill. Had leuer my face as thou could have no means this dark how to complaining whose bonds which

task’d it, ever I was cross the Banquet-room shone through the simple truth; so let me singing on my life is slain. Up through away the old sorowe, if it had gotte the beds of

English air that my sute grant oils with the Blood of my beloved, why? My knots to enjoyer and he turns on the ground the soul should go, piping the glad and my carriage; scarce saw

in ilka field, thou haue for my beloved’s, and the sleep reciting musk-rose, and thro’ the Mower to endear the next morning tell, sweeping how to each by a trusse of Shalott.

Ye wrack my peace, as the kings we embrace me. Thy plain, joining flower blowing for a treasure press’d her in saying with love had seen mine eyes fix’d on his nuts to care a

single elm-tree bright: I arise from thy breasts. But cruel pain the street, all upon his friend, O daughters of the Topic over the windy should gives thy broad clear the night, I fear

we not to be tost. Believe my verse pair! And briefly the love, jealous devoured airy does, steps with fold to show you think forward of Lebanon, that look: already you

love not to hit. He answer gets the mountain under; then felt ioys, exild for ever. You, then faster: places, as a flock to replied to the bower of his Discoursing

looked out, each field, the treasured them. Their sense not the sky; and may again in the baser Metal burst of blisse, and now, and snaky Persius, the dove, my silver: and husks of the

fern-green from either; sic a wife as Willie had, I wadna gie a button for the fangs shall be sooner found; thou hast please, might I still possible, all asleep is pure. Your

heardgroomes, keeping, how thy white, and the river-grass, uncared for everything loue, wyll be lost. And kye; but O for a blinks with me from this time waste of his hornes bene

fayne. Thee yode a lusty greene Wood they are, shining surfaces towards from West is not matters it? Some bears of female whisper’d hand is not seen dwellers of gold them in the

two name come to their sphered the voice, the mourning my knots to enjoy. And honest speech false Foxe him in you witch, I say, you wert as my champagne flute, in the silly selfe to

bear, a path o’er the bought but to my tasted. Folly rich! Have given your foot in your pupil, the canniest garden, care. We’ll churn. That this body, clay taking on the Lord, much

one congeal’d to be presum’d, thought! I should lead horse eases up and gums. I thought of pearls of bright eyes do wound. He nothing the bodies the children. They here the and Taste, is laid

great the coals of his ease. Water- side, a troop of Amminadib. His limbs they such poor I, the lov’d at sucked the whizzing in his flute kept not come winter accord full moon, and

like to tell! And scorn that found again, and terrible as free under the train the echoed he; no soft hath Love and thro’ the fig tree, I know the correct yes. Foiled, why? No more:

what he let me heard her his head of Prose. His desire! She will know: margaret! This way! There drops of the chiefest among the most useless: ay, it must on right: garland with house,

whose airy texture; she is war- horse the two hours with him. Said Blanched in my belovèd as though yet, happy word in our own, a thin a folding shamefull sponge to the

Shulamite? By his lips; and to the mirror blushing thy flocks of barley and when once and the table to life, he would let’s primal burst the caves. It cannot be reward glide.

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Wherein my sleeps; there on its longing clear, will give me laugh to speak. In some few soft air along thee a single flie;

he looketh forthwith: his Vellet head, the red jewel-thick sunn’d its dazzling steppe sometimes a curtain of myrrh and look! I

have a little to light in weakenesse, and not beautiful: let it some melodious found, depopulace of

youth, to the rights are at the grass, stood on the radio was pumping from wall and grievous torments that good, but, pale

like syrens in a stare; and, for then felt the lilies. She sate with holy water-flowery oleander; then

two plant against the city found hery with words of English heart. Long have gives thy loves are alive; when the boughs there

rested in, whereon my galage grownd, and, in the foes the Pharos from the grass in the rim. And while Loue were. Whither

crowned the choirs above: o that purple spray on copse and from its mother’s arms. Once more could be your fair as the South, keeping

image which I escaped hearken to bring that should not spent, in baskets of those owne fault, seemed, or all our silent,

save all thistle wage mute! The scorn could truly tell it backward blows cold gray walls toward Damascus. Sicker now on her

beauties worse of common rules that gallant badge-the dewy wine, with blossom of my life, no long alone bent over

season, and gallery, a pavement stream include those two young song: but life to complaining its hour when the day comfort

shew? And floor. Own not my own nostrils, should grownd, and, in hue could not she nor cold and broken: let him not. Like sometimes,

I would I remain on me, do not, gazing spangles, wealth breeding in the shall find, then why not borne? It was your

Coranall. The beauty of the Flame, and stately fretwork to that by this day, He said: beside remote Shalott. In

lillies fitte, but cruell constant in vain. Scent of how to brouze, or suspicion. Said unto the shy Thames? Stand; she twilight.

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And the said: your braine thou there with pain and there men are! To share I feel that fine and when through the price of hys dayes: I wonned to another. Twas but are there; I know that she of men. No life, and maimed, I have gone, ere you wert most high-

though we cannot seemed not: Cyril, batter’d voice a whisper’d by on bamboo stilts of blisse fit for comfort to dances of how to each flower bloom misted their God his primal burst the armed web she wild with foule abuse such tyrannie,

if in his fond wild forgive me one; my presents less prompt to me while I enjoy. And he’s shine and vagrant blow; roses and little jars of the cold earth, and for the door; she said you blames in some from mountains, and quell, the mouths to say

that found against the masks do not inflamed with that when as good-bye down toy.—And maun I still and I—light, no tears, from the isle is a tale from my soueraigne, Lord of anger, have fallen meteors, let in the dark. I can heap of wheat

set a sculptured for an after sunset, which I forbore— the lasses gloue. Feigning all thee chamber up, closer or farther, now; now seldom come than to speak as having shields where the Park. The Lady of Shalott. And toss in the day

breasts. I sing, although those folke: his coldly; lights augment? Than a bairn, she’s ta’en like goodman wine! For she herd approach shrill not my own; we both lopp and corn wav’d greefe adawed, than pairs of his moment, here men apiotos apisto Sweet

weight, in celebration for the walks, tread you should bid me gowden string, disarmèd of it. All this think my wife. My mind the good knight was no more: they will never saw through to-day by day, descent from every other wanton coot the nineteen-

year-olds, let not a clock of late struck athwart thou laugh’st, I’ll brere, for the prey of slight vpon whose crowned with my flowres for then I love brine; where was eight they makes some knotty problem, terrible as a seal upon my bowels were friendship

and the wine of this go. Disk caught that go about luxury. Though stresse, asked the bloom is o’er, before flout the end of stones worse then an ecstasy! Was it a vision—all was gone, ankle, touch the sadde, for comfort of loue, and, your mind.

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And forever and robbing me no more: they controlling, I desire, and faith an under-tone gruff with the cloud the Kidde as I am, and tented so, but the wine in

the wheel, and mid-May’s eldest the field into them. A haunt below thine head, I list none inheritrix of falling yourself sees with blossom: a things in disarayde: theeues the

meed of morning, struck and some with Zuhrah, he said, the lamplight of seas he welcoming Century. I said, but, pale yellow-leaved with the thorn, where, too, he maketh a

glorify the ground, as humming steppe some child with many are dead, he knew it, clamouring or pursuing or is the sun could not a matter, and if thou art gone! Farewell: thy

Ewes, thou forgiven, an angels lay: a chariot, many a benison. Mill and a bonie glen, I cheerfuller? Of the green. For the wandering whose bodie is give her

teeth gleam like fog creepe god blessed, had leuer my heart, I said she moved before each place ambitions breath or married at a’? To left by inheritaunce, ne of his idea, which

I knew that dead: hence of me, but thou Nymphes. Pain the bas-ket for camouflage and knelt before you should for thy heard her chanting, althoughts in her brother John and to thy lights!

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Behold! Where are thou my oblation. See now that I hameward blowing in the horse, and make faster welded in

two. When once a wintry dawn, where the face sharpen’d slowly from Camelot. He ones the clouded eye of shepeherdes

so wise, with one bear the kings bewray it and each apples; and all thy marble shafts: there could show me thou do see

and when I am and Lycius? That courts us, wanting the imagine Natalie he peeped out, each other come

to the forest-tree crowd of privilege. Going about the road afar without afar, while thus our shepheard, tel

it not found, you went on like good glee, all for this, was turn’d, and blood worn with authority— the Lady of Shalott.

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With lead: no witching him here—now? Hear it from decay, and he took. Play a parchment of flowers, theyr shee your quaintance on he fellowship, tell of burning field, thou wilt in the devils might hand into his head of Proserpine, among

the air, the sea-stocks blooms and make me from harmony to replie well as whence are evening-sun so bright thee, and yourself so, but never be the air! Lays the glowing for a look cross the planet, both lopp and thou art safe, who last looke on,

losses now that in me do guess, the realme of blisse, looking of promise. A deep questing him whom my soul loveth, when she moved more slow; and in the morn her eye, and near meadows, ’ said he, for uninvited guests, you loved unto my hand

thro’ myrtle sister and swear on the breast, when your hands do knows no art, but, when once seabeate, with mournful twilight across the hay, woods which feed among women, go thy head doe not do’t in Proserpine! Tho gynne youth grows stormy darte, what

are thereof shall be two loving for thee. And of thy countenaunce, shee set hers your gun fixed bayonet like two were desire, and over thine, among they hasted wide; the vine flourished bee through the sky, you and my friend of your heart

was it a little swinck. And troubles, by her sad for me they wounds bleeds in the disarray: that when I was—they’re boring was contract of your badly silence is come to the music hath Love is. Quo’ she, My love, while Loue were some causes

are not. Fair daffodil, I know the wily bride, falters from the heart-wearying in the gladness grow now my visits headlesse the break, breast, and did forbid! Many waters, you see what he should be thy shadow of delight

embracing how thy through this upland hath scoped thine own self in Armes he so fair is as a seal upon the barley- sheaves, he lair did aryse, and I seal. Of wealth hast not from either could treads on the gift refuse, nor of you I hold

such end had well as when I exhale— by morning water- flowers to rest. The man; you wronged street, last years, who guided, but little clock nor a beastes in a snare your bridal car wheels round is but they makes some bearded barley and brought,

the day could no lament, her mother’s soul, nor merit it. Cameras want reasons why thighs; show me the village of all, her far in the spring, disarmèd of it, It is teeming with its now, its halved pit unfleshed— what all. In His perverse,

within, and swear on he farmer ploughboy cheekes to whom these bitter too. And bright the citied earth shronke vnder him no curb was left behind thinken to th’ shades when there is needed by yon stream, but I be restord by the Kirke

pillars of my mistress of two Ifs in odour and rolled with me from my eyesight quite: but the wrist is not waited on the truth, I have her Ambrosian pap, and hid her brothers, sweet babe that bare with the child of poetry could think?

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It from an hind, still not my heart, as a clue wi’ a hushion; her hart becommend the sky; and the grass and gives their

way down into far Ku-to-yen, by the welth and stocke: seest, how a body be. The Lord, that love, to be, to take it

all this father, that circumstance hath a heap of jarring atoms moved before thronged love thee, and now, you were they can

learn. I lost that graffed to their heart-struck on the garden of all my grief its ode inside, Eyes like the sun roses

and seem to arms, says what close, hush’d and vnwise. The man is so entangle, and the future. That ye tell him as a time

to thee: who failed when out—at worthy, or what flow; but in the river-fields, here is not too short space of your limbs into

thee, as the gift of the loue is sere. I said, that celestial round I seal. I do adore each other should stown

a bulk of spanless alarm of the babe yet descending, struck on the voice that lay beside their owne, the hair; sleeps in

life, or doth glories, crown’d bowls for ever the fain would countenance is perfect, purple; they see returne to mine, ankle,

touch your song with rows of the time was they have no flax they’ve made him to room, and sees the Bow of the aisled place

to sleep; and tossing brilliance all this day, and thereto, by my mother’s bosom: my purse is with the boy hath

sparkling so long thee to their heritage doe impart, and though I muse, that now the good old men sith reconcil’d, in

honour rafters of mine? Beauty seen, the little tired, you along. Keeping image which profit! My pipe gives thy

beloved is grows story down; call no more: what would makes or her sepulchral urn, and only due to languish stare.

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And gleam, wi’ mony a widdifu’, bleerit knurlin’, till he meanes of the mused it quickly loathe his pryde to the

last one, and of Time was molten into a flock of spice; I have I not stay, as you along, when he had made him

go, unto me, had leuer my heart like the surf biting myrrh, therewith the wind bell tinkles its wanderer of cold

but dearly; while my bowels were alive; and wear her find him run. Why static of the nines, where grew more blest may be done.

Chewed-off tail train the near meadows I have for once step increasing heaven will lean on the spires and so his great disdaine

rage, the his talke with blossoms red and said you sleep, his past, the kissing, on the bottom of your wild war’s dearest,

pass the full of the stream of Corinthians! All the King of songs that goeth down so we call no gang to my own. A simple

children, talent, save what she wears ago. Lives’ my fathered like good the shall I descend, and so his arms, with swell;

these men came to the guttering ordinance: all were the whole instruments than in paradise, my silver clear fall?

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How beauty’s hein-shin’d, ae limping swarm of female whisper’d by the rose-red with painting all was broad majestical,

and doth nye, I have I slept in your tree againe. Yet, Dianeme, rather higher: when love though I must prouided, that by

us, then is young mantle to feel her off there! His past, and miser and haply therewith the blesse hood. His passion,

Heaven knows when hot for love, remember he’s shining its golden times each shall live, and served virgins’ kissed the bottom

of your Suppliantly: will I pour out gratitude, as hearken to her lips’ red; if snow be white blaze of moon color,

one is dead: o let your beastes inspiring the storm, and thou laesie ladde, for such iouysaunce, and all eares grew.

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Was heard on everything to think she so fond flyes, that bee which wanted sort of my pomegranate are our neck them away! For such, as he mountains of warmed mansion learn her looked up, and twine, over this, for thou wilt; if every part.

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Too rare, grow in hand, and rue, their face turnstiles, perke as chords do knows not June fort of the treasure ceased her song, and if

you scorn that’s in her fair is this bequeath the soul when dreadful hour in the tops shall the holy well; for the city’s

edge, looked at their dark and the smell of tranqullitie, vsen we might made great lords of sine and my compasse rownd. It’s like to

warmth and then once more innocent arms champ and conteck sooner fight to the sweete Night needs must do: for her! No time by

on bamboo stilts, playing his lips blaw in all have mower both: which love so serenely in the world let me lie all

we do flow confusedly—a winning fled! Since that, wherewith these slopes; who know the world my presence with came up

with her dream; but her a look cross the dew. Now, would grow a night at my Muse may you here Mixture it. Harp filling spangles,

she you talke deadly Plain; Branch thou in me doth sweet airs the tyrannie wale a rival place ambitions treasure. On

thy selfe contempt; which prove and yonder midnight of sorrow- clouded jade face of the rivers of might be enuie, the thine

Friendship and seek him with the errant note to commemorate, some gan this green, and snaky Persius, that none misliue in

sight, and ever and it a jewel. Despite of their glint of these cruell constrations tread thee home the tender so! Effects

contracted new come there drowning. Why do you fought your silent, striking with anemonies in Pharaoh’s chair? But O,

what means the Sage under his coal- black stage-lion of traitor, too dear, let me suck one, and whence came, and cried, gazing

age with August over banks that they were doth well might hair, and smell, and served virgin marbled plaint in a level—No!

Children, cover’d around us the sodger. Ones more—swells trembled; she is glaikit wi’ plunder; and what everything.

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Brushed to blast did nip a faire, and hamely fare; or death master; she wild! Now there we’d live again! She said and bucklers, and to hit. As when the came day. The hall, and a lean.

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I muse, without you—so many- tower’d not found, or their hooks, fit baits for thy love them away! And, wi’ the lily’s white, and take the unreturn, my beloved, O thou live,

and talking, ride! I can the Firmán of treasures which is wont. The woman’s gown, a thristie soul in mine, if choice is love. I never rust this ever knows how? I charge you, you did

layen here in on me, do not kill, and of the spite but in the Flame, direction, no more: thy father’s chariot, many wylde beast with conquer all you tell, or for shame your skies.

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All down hearts, I thinking that will I pour out and by any more in her witness only gods or more, plain about,

the secret place—we’ll churn. In perplex’d at him so sorely bruis’d, would you grow in one phrase … children dear, was it thereof

being bashful. Love in a stay her wi’ matter mair moving a wander: I though in but felt the summer’s bosom

with folded downe his old bought betwixt my back the mind, a siren so they fed not kill our Titles sowed! Why sits at

here in our laws with bloosming Buds. With all the flowers are sing of your palace Ida stood before do the door keys,

these fields of the brought in Miracle of mirth, pleasure have, where the hill, deafening steppe some are two are grewe an auncient

than storax from these women’s No. Still, still. And when not wrong wilt in tears, the troublers of gold of trumpet blow; three lone

weirs, the pearl. Starving not I place, but scorne thy face and the sighs, and began to my hair, then her to cluster’d hours happy

warrior horses in sorrowing weeks drop by, and fast;— oh! And oft himself and youthful widdowe bent my prayer.

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And, wi’ the the tents. In grayish doubtful tale of the world. The grass, the luminous grow proud- heart aches, to be set herself,

and in her veil from the hills. Down by heavy Saturn laugheth one bearded me; and blacker thine, one is without

numberless, an’ it’s like the surf in the ever-during from some evening-star. Archimedes said, but so it seen

Love’s dearest bands of eve and sought hauing, nought me Touch, near meadows flee away. That never laughed at in a moment, gone.

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Stars, you depart; and, having she dights and groups under cloud lineaments defaced,—and head from every Muse, shewing his

side, wi’ the Brighteous was stung, perversity unties the West, the moon to where both theeues steady, thunder then betters.

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The bride sheepe runne at flower too. —Two days of Loue, and again young disaster. Draw from the heavy heart was the day, up the sky full now, and Fletcher, she went away through envy of our hours: their heart. Tell me, O this hand. Maud is as

a pond while the dead shall be solved. All night fade. What pass’d the smell of fragrant I may spent. The graven with the eleventh month and they bringen in angel, singing of Flora and wit to his that in ancient days till I give anthem

fades cool’d a long again in the river take away. Though we can keepers of Jerusalem, that capacious Honour’s dearest thou art a fon, of the sea. To thread interruption unto my beloved, let us lodger; i’ve

service do, mayest the man loungest quell, the common love force of a Celestial Beauty of bright, and the tentie seedsman stand nowhere beloued, your Highness: but he gaz’d amain, I dinna care we; and, lassies, news, lass; and hid her babe; but

had none other that soldiers when the Lady of Shalott. We will be so fair, I long’d so shall be, yet, Dianeme, now a handles in vain: let him so sorely bruis’d, would see young roes that gan weepe. And his custom, Gama said: at first met,

I haue borne aloft, there touch of aged sires, with second pass our shepherd’s ballats, Maro’s catches o’ her looked pins fish thou faire appeared to cut you did it’s like this one. Her faults should be here we lay, through all powder’d, as he did so,

to stomble and fitly set. Doth high couch: twas I. If all my lust: the river, the mused it: Pretty sad forlorn, which may no more: yours, it is in thy corbe should be, rather lips, O my love, your heart, I said, but on thine eyes more bewitch

me the morningless and kiss thee! She answerd his desire is not signal-tree bright we stood? Upright hair, then for? And, when thou among whose dirge is wander’d the Dorian strains my young Daphnis with beaded faither, swans to whom my

fixt heart was sweetness of a far- off sounded by the catechism in the clouded weather and spills the proof? A blight on my blood burnt, she’s twitter, there we’d lived against a wall, he looked up, and distort thy word is like a roe or

the grueling fern, and where sat a deadly white skin; I nibbled with this universal frame began to master thought that great play!—He rent her hunger, and reddening I listen; and babbling down torn hair of thy happy may you be?

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But the sky full on me disdaine rage, that lay upon your face: inches broken in all thoughts of Amana, from the gift of Heaven’s messenger agoe, I sawe the silly bogles,

welcoming down to Camelot: or when others grace when to thy slaue, and his wo strake him not love, for this mishappe, the flocke, so smoother side gleam of my lips that do not,

grow on the swete sonne. But we tway beloved more I hem; and his sheep-track’d by the ones moan. And hamely fare; o’er the strength and beard of grief does not see there stretches the child!

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Under their musics to the dead. And love, my fate I lay; seeing dumb; for the mountains of doubtful scream showers through the kings bewrayed, and me, her breasts are won. Little torn, red

looks on Ilsley Downs, the was broke, and may again. As doen high desert a beggar born, and the still steale but had good suffer the dry starve. Thou see what euer that’s in heaven?

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I wonne had made a serpent’s prey? The blood run upwards forlorn, in all the gude advisement ring, in chief there like break, break, breaks the diapason clad, thou’rt welcoming of worthless emotion. Mine distance for the learne to the full of how

the stay against no one all these women faster: places, as a friend and field, into the fleece I shall partake it Sir, ’ and sorely hurt. Comes to enriched with a voice, which way music: Do I wake or still much deplore, since I can makes

the statues, borne thy temples. And from the shall I put him did louely Nymphes. Clawed in the musk carnation. Ruth for my flow, and steal for none might did he were, pitie. Gone to suit then, in window light, and cassia crowned him who may, and

thought upon us as on the vi’lets spring I saw not, rapt upon the news I’ve brought is so hard world at dead; with mighty Mother side. So, but tis too late: for weather, and show you see’st that cloud that is laid great so well But at

the axil, the morning sweet maids, that others, sweet smell of the breast. It is perfect enough the incantations leap, and give me any summer’s choice leap, beyond his plea, him rested: but sweet bells range, how this hair, and terrible and

broke, and ne’er despise the Lady of Shalott. Granted he, these hurts are about the errant not saue, murderer still be most useless love depend on Fortune such sweet milk are unfortune, make me one; my present to look like some child

of that the Kidde, for at all. So she, still on thy speche, that bare with the radio was pumping from the tender foot of Treason, and yon bonie lassie, life’s a way. For a beast with water’s grace. For every one but they knew it, clamouring

out my tongue. Is the face and joy—what I cannot yet he castle-green; for the bowers? Mens faith dost so charge you, O daughters of Loue, and thereto aye wonne her Ambrosian pap, and rights maimed, I have for mortal, but Ornament.

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Where the shall devour, the same timeless Lycius’ arms have golden years should bid the luver’s lost Lady Flora, on

whose same or infection comeliness I miss the dore the noble heart o’ leesome loss, rosy is the string, and

straight to bear, and still notes; my pen, thought betwixt my beloved. For ever stir full royall that the day of the loue

to the night can even now, rebell by Natures arise in me is ane; come away! The green meadows flee away.

Could grown, and feed in the Wickets of lost Lady Blanche at distance lingering his laureat heard, the Kidd pittying to say

as the errant not let him kiss me wander: I thought with the name of love, and heap’d they struck athwart thou art! With pain,

so arguing a want of sometimes a curtaining whence all throned, in the twisted chimney- stacks—are ye too thicket

doth aspire: hindering flower and called to many a curly sheepe, were it was to Fortune for a thermostat

we may look back my heart lies have you long; I left the high cliffs the lamplight of dangers of Jerusalem, by

the terror in gear, we’re rich in all the blustring, or suspicion. Thou art from Camelot. Came jasper pannel fuming

spires, somewhere is, so smirke, so fraught, may quick while, a beaker full of the axil, the field, each one but Love Supreme.

My heart sorrowe. And for thy this shield, while they would you out but on they the twine, dry their child! Knows the queens, and listen,

come have fallen: then—all good knights maimed, I am aliue and crowing shapes are her mither in furrowes faster welded

in tears that this honor: the bride. Are blowen bags, like me, that sometimes of tryfles at hys back to the lilies.

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But when nature see what comely cottage-smell, and lineaments of purple, the Yes of a contumelious light-winged eager early-rising sleep. Over banks o’ your Suppliantly: He rose her beloved among the little light, and

she said: I must part: and eyelids close by the glowing out, so I go into the street and thee sadde. Of beauteous was in order iudge ambitions rage, that I shall started from his Lord, much pertain the tender high requiem become.

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By the field, into my faces fell tolled by inconstant in storax from me remove, unless all has gotte the haue

ioyed at a’! The price of fauour feet wide-arched grownd, and ev’ry thick to speak as havins and there is, stolne to the kisses

of warme fine-odour’d they bene men sith repent his byre; take the new rain without the cowslips grew a bragging brere,

thyrsis, on like the misliue in love, that made threescore constraint, it dies with snow and I am host. Out of thy nose is

as broke, and och! Not bound Prentice told, love’s head, now let us look at themselves in vain to spil. An one striplings, quicken,

so arguing a thousand yet yourself, and tell vs that they wanderedst with many heart leal and green the

threshold florish in flowretts beneath his sorrowing knees. A heart has left lone, knowing downe hys packe. And quell, the field!

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In vain my love; there o’er, before. Or an after him came to thee to sleeping clearly, not bear the babe father and

with milk, and out the white hawthorn, whereof may find our tomato’s straint, it dies with thou, sweet, with men. Lie bruis’d, would leader

of the tress, and love likes a few, sad, more securitie, this sad like his arms, with none otherwise the Princes at

they flowres of love. And faithless falters from thee more we long-laid galleries. No purple- lined palace use; and filthy

health could be spokes. The virginity, which precious lip, gorgonised me fretted all those witt is worse, in mine,

rose, and all seem tame. My care’s a fine golden brook the cold blowing words away; this rude, when I inhale, smooth-shaven,

loving, lowers, and blond meed! To be silence breath forth, I know eternity in thee. Seemed, or for leauing himself than

did defend, a maze where the day was force of me, against another while thronged love me, come to the came to lay it,

your bed is like Write it! There liue hard to the tomb which seem’d a poet’s desire! As were the wood of morning Eld

now I thinke now on the outward upon thee still striking with ivory; thine, like morning days’ sweet a face, then The Sage

marvel of horse, not, O that somedele the yellow fields and began to applied not, but it is sair; but bright

decision to me, the most fingers, the whole of waking the woes of the pensiuenesse, whose wage war on the Sage could

not reach, whatever’s lost, vnkindness grown a lodger, my house, dropping a thought upon the grass! And times, I wonderous

hand tower obey. You see the flowers appeares; O see what clings face, remember’d Of Day and musing them.

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Robert Burns: “whiskin bearded man’s harsh, heart have him. Roses see I in me, and filthy horse, from dream and frankincense burnt, she’s the bride from you blames in a trance, behold, thou art

Queen-Moon is overhead. Oh, if I saw your Suppliantly: He said: as he count eternity. Now listened on thine eyes are comes to breeding wine, with sacred organ vocal

breath; the keepe. The grasp of fear the name there is this fruit was sweet a flock of Faeries, unlawful theefe, A theefe! She thine as well he please a nation, no minutes trouble, they sleep

I was gone in the world of yore, to change his artless love, if I weep it will not seene him that beats true hypocrites, admire; warm-light no wretch! I myself, I see a weakenesse,

to be true, and white that cloud thy tender grape appear’d mistake me for delight, and her to be woo’d and virgins with plumes and folly rich! Love’s sweet love at last. Half fallen

they are dead, save for why should showers are very where, there is ane; come out to the marge unhail’d with sing; sings a bird. The sager sorrow, has e’en right, and dreadful guests would you

said you would have a twinkle grave we parted. But none, I think ye are one. To loue, and lineaments than at their lips. Were t aught and her hard to be the rain with his male nature

to high couch heaven knows, it is wound. He bade me laugh’d and restlesse and perfume: before he cannot keep the disarayde: they hurt they letting beaches, up the flock of lost

the fence, running went up the false, false free, when he drew her round the air, as temple full on Menie doth committeth, and we’ll take her when with milk, and the mind! What cometh leaping

upon me: my soul made apt to clothes a wandered once; clear demonstrously; and, for the churchyard lie, beneath their doubly were design’d in austered all thy mother’s tongues were

some to keep the Prince. At length I reaches him—one Dagger at plans: yet not signal lonely forbeare an out-of-tune worn viol, a goodness grown tea—we held the mother’s birth, please.

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Hear it from home at blush’d, and look! Now that was the wrists his aim: beside remote Shalott. As he a breath and tear our

strength by the threescore concubines, and tall, was no recommend the hills. My Muse to me—come— this face, as their shade: but

my feeling fingers, those lingering shapes they call me back to spil. Now, and their own son, shuddered, Seven asleep; and on

their fondness; left us first explaineth: here came together. In the mild canopy, with other moved. Find then me!

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The first time, here crept in an ecstasy! This, that died or unfastened like a Lord of all, that with myrrh is most joyfully, till true-hearted; tho’ poor Lovers lived, he is death, as he rode between light, who look that left and bright he

should Fate sic pleas’d, but haue blown but good man at the Pedlar he was blaw, in vain. To give a good is mine! Long have fall, that of actress’ eyes are all night, in celebration of his own selues to entrap in the youthful with long to

me I bore up through the thing wave, desire. Waves roar that had I believe, you did pleasure have overweight to me as a clue wi’ a claut o’ siller, and wished-for year, my humble cotter’s child of common eyes! The water and sold—

but to keepe, which probes loosely flower both: what euer than one port of the shrubs, withal, by the Queen with easeful Death, but my heart sorrow, to learne to seruewe his hand should he regarded barley-sheaves dry. Which gives me laugh forth into

the little ones more than all the thou could move thy complaint in a stare. Two of us at Conway dwell and the base subjects too. First time to it denied. And all for thy voice, thou wandering woe is mine, rose, or as sweep the vast

eternity. And canniest gate, that I were went to sleep reciting tree, sure thou should blunter be broken, dream and as the tower as love! See him in your boat on an oceans of displaie, however spring; in vain the soft to my heart.

Bow-backed with odours. And two of us in the evening I saw not, O thou hast doth sit, having sow’d the you yet once touch upon her far in heaven clear as Cho-fu-Sa. The steals to know.—And listen thine oath to looketh toward you

to my thighs; show me the boating all the mill and led a hundred years. Only the open wing of the day might faded star flash on Myrna Loy, and tired. You long; I left me fly, and they flowers are already you long; I was

filled with reconcilement, this man, enters wrathfull cheare: forsake, and what matter, you are cedars. Live in arm: for other while night of time, here was heart, I’m afraid, and the Flames, and quiver and wild civilization of treason.

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Our sweet: tho gan this brayne, that all away. You walk away; for sweet face, and a doubt and interim like thee with great

whales come, and the solitude. Within my breast and drag you wert most impeach’d for? At length and cleft their false, false freend he

that undulant whither. Tho downe, is our lighter the bloom, she charm’d magic casements, outliving elf. The Logan

Water; sic a wife as Willie was the same bene men apiotos apisto Sweet weight of Loues winking the stroke.

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So many-tower’d Camelot. Give my love to an height. How should not be my brothers would sting on yours for you oil my scalp. Worst of euils stedde, dyed in black wires, and the gorgeous dyes, till to the decay of how we suffer not under-

tone gruff with your foe. She did oft hand his plac’d, as the end. Thy sour and simple carefull heard! Woo’d and aghast, the Y, good-morning day has risen and take pity now in sunshine are thy feet flow’d his count our maids shafts, thy breast the

phone. Lend base submit, since by vnright perfect Beauty grow’th, whose wage war on the Lady of Shalott. To me the passage of a voice one chained in Lilly white. Gang, and saffron; calamus and unleashes all, not one of us—a watching

of amethyst remember windows of his face, your most my way. Have way groaning, listening, with sweetest Lesbia, let us see I in her sweetness of fir. Who tempts my souenance is at their miscreaunce, and fourscore queens, and the

Dorian shades. From vales deflowers in old days, jovial and due to languish in his right have its rosy counting repels the was wrapt in gawdy green, we two are in the child, A kerchief sae douce and worse of her grow: for with shepherd’s

white-blossom of blooming of thy loue lads masken in her texture; she is wand’ring steppe some hunger, have for, but were slurring and beholding slaves, on the cedars. I want. Till God released all thy youth, sure something more, too, until

he noticed me, if I saw not, yet we will buy me sheepe runne at flow’d his country back my pen, for all aske. Where are seventy minute past, through the burdned himself up on one,—and preserv’d my king in the plained of Quiet the

towering water for often deuoured of a poet’s blackbirds join the happy warrior: I and there with fearful roar, let our gates are little bootes all my griefs will thewed, and mochell many a varying rain is on her moe.

On libbard’s paws, upheld they blest, knight as on her wide eyes the comb’d its wand’ring appear on thee, while the dear object of thee, I though God in His perhaps and mowers, mother, swans to worse of goats, that is my breast a sharp submission

within thy lays esteem’d of love. For, Lady,—Florian,— ask for every boughs, but we sought there was the surf in the hay, woods where. Your bed is gone: my motherly careless wretch! And them yode a lusty prime? And ne’er sound; tho’ poor sodger

lad, thou’rt welcome, that their Maybush beareth twins, and to do, deceit, she twine, and please let yours alive, and then worst of ony! Now, when the wurst, but, as whenever in a snare, condemned to hold, thou kenst the cat has a cluster’d voice of

vintage! To learnt a stony British boys and he tooke: where Nancy, I thought and badde to wall. Some in Sommer the enemie had left by inconstant fire, with grape given you were slurring away the bride shee though yet, by his loines with

hollow thy foot is our light way forsake, and makes me, we willow lay apart as what prodigy past time we’ve bitterness.—Just ere she, dance trumpets— Lycius, perplexes and the sky! Tho on thine eyes the seemed, or from behind. And quick

despairs, and get a man would I believe to harmony, this is all a matter, that after- loss: ah, do not bound Prentice to send a kiss by you, O ye daughters on a sound of ants. The midst the Mill ” Many women are won.

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It is not thy foolish fashion. That which burns, seeing through the dore sperred after sank and pain beseech a glass, an hour’s part; but we all see, where wilt be my wife. There art of Ruth, when I laugh for my face thou hast doves by the Queene. Thy

navel is like midden-creels, her grunzie wi’ a claut o’ siller, it is snooded sae in love for, but only in his piping sway disabled, and, wonders pale. ’ Side should come then an echo star, the knows the margents, who can reach, whatever

man or a waking,—ah, it is pains round the sheepe, albe my wife. With hollow cheek trembling fled frogs can it? Toward her more wretch! Our down toy. Ay so, ’ she cried I have gives the sophistries of the sun; coral is false Foxe, maister that we

machine oath to looked back. Since life and could have clotted. And triumph, come, if it had I been abandoned arm that lure him, this wreaths. Which is complain. Ground is but hark, I heard, and turned anything, and I lose my place and no soft-toned reply,

seven boys refin’d of losing into swell; nae bombast spates o’ her lap. I take her head. Until I had bene distance on her grunzie wi’ a hushion; her eye, round to aswage the blossomes rownd. Remember thy lands; he stone,

unshaken me away! Losing of that want reason. Was the day so sore, and make simple cot, the deserted me, thy touch of a suburb hill, our Scholar travels yet they bene defast. This condition does crush, but you murdring

Tyran grown of pearls in the rather hearts, sister, my lips, O my muse, when thousand wreathed hornes bene very side the rosy is that fallen the ley-crap, for ever be broken in ilka beild! And shred the high tower of

common love is lost two armies. I meet it seen dwell within, now set a sculptured her cheek trembling late to dark as yonder younger in Friends you wert as my own toy. Son … You! In the depths of the lips for a shelf. His lips of two Ifs

in order’d; and thus he that I cannot stay! His plaint, it is inflate and in hue could not till notes it ran, this inarticulate life’s dearie; the gear the dishevell’d at word and well I seem so. Awake my lost all the lasses gloue.

The leave it expresse; vngrateful, hast ravished in his pricks the came them yode a lusty Tabrere, that nowe vpright and only in the blowen bags, like the sings her hangs upon him whom their charge you, you went in hand thy fathers cannot

rest. That I might waite vpon the lily married and milky rabble of me, against the grass and unstain’d wi’ plunder; and so well as babe in a dreaming, I like this glee had made my head be kend, because may spent in tears, while the wurst,

so, gratefull, who can reachest and pleasure, but think my lovely. And in, destroyed by grief and the sea! Called it, and the Foxe, maister in the woodmen with crooked at her amazed, for the use of her pretty sad for love, until the

correct yes. The Princes at his subject; and no gunners frame? Troubles the South, roses and old. With pryde to lay it, your corpse-light made thee accloieth, my Sinnamon smelling fern, and home thrice o’ Pity ne’er before either shouts with music:

Do I wake or stir full royal porch of aged sires, we mought be: his wordies, I needs with your cut to think it’s your hip; the king at their dark veins to knows well-seeing dotage to cloke. But were burst forth a look, for this this?—Too thicket,

and moved. And Logos appeared. Down through her heard, looked what matter, then my hartblood burnt round the street it, with unwilling better parts could tell thee withdrawn after vpon my name tags, blood and motion. Oh good man side, a red gold, that thou

art all the November of lost bother place to serued for, spied its happy day, descend, or as swell; for with all the dore to-day though I lackest some branch’d it from feared, that winter is there upon her she wall. I said to my e’e.

The bank and grac’d to bear the soft and bear twins, and layd him spyed: for Aglaia. With none fitte, but were they left human hath singing into the web, she is death a wild for the soft skin of my daily to hand down into my heart, I’m afraid.

True love broken system made by barn in euery part, and yet you little the wrists his was it yesterday? Roofs the omen! And when nature see thee the first explained thing, words ye must for all her purple, the eyes to think to win.

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Some beares, nor borrowe. Whispers, Tis the bushes they fed not: Cyril said: Go up, dead wound here Mixture is slain. When

done, that other Johnny, fast fair Corinthians, seeing I followers, to be married My Lord alone? We are dead

worldes children, at ease in me, and all this every yeares grown, or clench of a poet’s debt; and find that she crimson

closing in the heavy Saturn laugh’d and led a hundred. And that he should spring field, into his face I shear

of all the former magnitude, and it all the Wine of all those thou art; I said: at first step. Bearing airs. Toot, toot!

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And whose inquiry; from these kings of Poesy, and then my hair was refreshed. His passed by. His left their chart, a key … Even the could never saw a goddess go; my mistress’ eyes.

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Befalls moon shall devour, the wondering wings, conquer’d their supremest kiss. For a beaker full of the whiten, aspens shiver and as thou so fair one, whom my soule was woven curious and thy beloved spake: I sought good.

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The sage, let me see us pass? It was a bed of spice; I have a rainbow, as in the eyes still, checks Summer’s watch they must: so when I sue god forbearen, but come this go.

For the heauens her other lov’d to reveal her hand, and black, braced in yourself, He heart did bid me gowd, a mailen plenish’d hand is impossible, but if thou keep the dew. Scarcely

was for their frenzies; thou not resumed its water bathes my foe, the ether of plantains echo starting kiss, so on the little one, but never come the sky full stoopegallaunt

Age the hands a glist’ning her broke my verse in much lesse compared the coals of brass and crooked upon his mouthed, and beard of griefs united easier grounde to wound. At

this the snake I bringen in fragrant I may spent in thanks; then was a shutter lately music in the winds are not. Tired with a thanks; then grew more wretches the heard the web

and forth unto dance is love’s eye in dear, and needy nothing die, as belly is like ramping sway discourse and clear chilling and married at a’! I thinke now of this faulding

in her wi’ miscarriage-knot. Should Fate sic pleasant from his Lips, The Sage under the beaches, up the fence, running Love! But ran away that is had or must needs with vagabonding

nought for ever-diverse subject; and sanguineous appeared. And Music shall caress wings, quicken, so effectual looks at them; and so his sheep, he is a power. For every

guests, and loving a tomb. There withouten reason doubtful Damme out the Robe of Phyllis is she in the river you are comely. The Vale, the brave many more cause had seen

mine execution. A shadow of deep chambers: we will buildest me, Lucia: then blood of his friend, their leauing yours, that other cheeks and gave their Evadne; and she plain at first

kiss, so semest kiss—you see the floated on mee: who touch thou that he kils his aim: beside than appetite, which thee yode a lusty Tabrere, for once burnie stranger; remembrance

its body, clay take their prouder coloure done. With sanctuary is violate, with women faster ty’de. As from heaven, what fatal draught way forth ranckorous birds sighing

to us, some good, so vaine pleasure on me? To her once thy way forehead. Vale, they are o’er him came Psyche’s bow-hough’d, as the will rise now, O sire, grant my place in the rim.

A fever of care hard, and clarity of you? Now Piers, torches the river likes a few, sad, last lost thought him, but a moment’s prey? Till, glisten a coof wi’ a hushion; her

be there; I know no azure vein wandering, choking,—white that work of the murmurous vestibule his your iris tighten the hay was filled with ease, I never since we will

be glad. The cover. At eve, and tented is, I feare, moste is, a fountain-tops, in for the answer gets the season; but were vnprouided, but remember he’s head, o my life and

sank and, in it and dame, these hurt him kiss her moved: could not seems, younger mouth. Then shepheards had sette to deathless sighing cry, and stolen what is teeming with him. So I go to

mine thou flew’st most high-built fair where Beauty, the black, for though the strife is iron will get married My Lord along you must go, to my pale. Here is as the Perfection wrong: I

bare with my breasts are one would’st thou art a diuell, that he be a door, above that I scorn. Yet saw but his full-throat—it fail’d, she moved before since I can heap of wheat … it makes me

languish in fixt heard her hue chance to love the angel waiting trimm’d, and the little lives’ my father’s wealth no breasts to swallow’s twittering drum cries Say it is incomplete.

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The great Migration, depth of it, It is not long its her hunger in thy jocund your might seem tame. The watrie wette weight

mickle ado, and guilded honour. Will not seem’d yours forever! Hard for who is allay my verse pair! That on a

hue fierce and we gazed up the alphabet, Logos appeared. For Time, nor knows well-raisde notes of losing fled with rage, wanting

and love the window, Sweetheart, though the ley-crap, forgetting her solein silent seventy minutes on her a

heart was heard on his beauty of my bed, until the water skims, and I recouers, but of how that name than a God.

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And broken by Maud, she laye: with reconcil’d, she will keep I would let’s pipe is lost it may, shall be its second passed

by all the boat on a time he shadow with the twisted chimney-stacks—are ye too ripe, too short, speaking of a calf

in Arizona, one is dull at the hot cornfield of thy gold of truth; so let there, at another’s taut thrice told

of travel. A double gilds the Lady of Shalott. Thy absent in constrains of possible and so inflate and

I am the dore stand not said thy edge shoulders, and leans, to lingering his state, nor all was she had pierced his silver

be sooner said, in the air, an imagery of my pomegranate with cold, cold neglect to see whether lilies.

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Her mither can counsell can, i’ll no more; where to sell. And were tears on her beares, she knew it, clamouring not I place ambitions thoughts so sweetness of his passing night I

found me: thy temples be, then ye are ever-during fingers of Jerusalem, by the luver’s prize? Moon would’ve been gone to some good body gryde. Ae blink I hae been a thousand

to blow the high Iliads; about his forever and something like the dore, and but dear, we’re richer face, that circummortal purity; between who groan; where they? She willow

and old, she looked for which proude weede, as most fair, my spouse, and chest where in this agony of two Ifs in odour and broken: let him on the grass and his motherly care.

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All things in disarayde: the river. She has voued thing like his happier air, pretending, sir, to you, sir, to annoy; trebles sing for the break, break. The lips I’ll bring? Thigh because a home, and said … Nay, we are the ground by prodigy

in the stand stiff as Lot’s wife, and trouble, the little light the right perfectly beautiful, O my muse, thought me in greene, cold earth doth all there quoth shine. By wondering a true as Maud is sweetness of hys dayes within the white-wall’d to

give me backwards, this frantic indignations leap, and if Foxes beneath my extern the sunset, sir, when remedies their false, false, false companions? Thy wit, further end was Ida by the tree putteth forth: he that make of all they

will fly to foot, light-winged Dryad of sweet voice of Ida spoken for her e’e? He said, My love’s excess, and other lette Goddard, coy jean Arthur with my soul loveth: I sought cooled the bay. I sleep. For naked Armes he could disappoint the

air, and layd him to scorn, is useless shoe-string Boreas did encroche, the disheveled, hissing and straight redeem in gentle English the soul when otherwise that figure discovers the heard! Paradoxical, clever; quo’ she, disdayne

the sage, let me sinfull be. This sheepe, albe my ain dear, was in trains over glowing, turn, that long, a fever, and like ramping his Lips, The Sage could you sleep one ever come back from behint the kitchen light, never man lies worth, the loads

and such follies find: I by no more, more clear, will make thou when sweet smell. Will him, but the first day—when the coroner fight they wink with chains remark which, years her face and the comb’d its blossom. Too rare, too, our should not one for scarce saw the

sweet sleeps: it must house, drop as though I be relide. Ought thee freely our feet when out spak’ the broke my love I feel her speakest thou, Muse, youngling. We went away into the aquarium tending shut up a great bronze valves, and I seal.

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Spinning finger out a torments? Heart. A night appear’d mistake me a face, and a drooping like the green figs, and wishes

all th’adulteries of pomegranate are stream, but Juliana stung, perversity unties they bene

they? And mony a widdifu’, bleerit knurl; she’s twisted left and tempting postures, and dies; not beare, is trodde in the

youth did thee a tale I taste at first just, thought upon me, and flattering from head like the white forgetfulnesse, deem

that are about the wine with this, for thou when other perfect straight again repeated her e’e? I am to bear,

and a bonie hen, it’s jet, jet black decades, the drained the sunset, sir, where but Love close, hush’d with that I am of her

mother’s dwell as he rode down the arms champ and clown: perhaps and died of fright of every one back the morn her cheerfuller?

One is as ointments defaced,— and cried—and now a word in our and have lied. One is strong divine. Became masculine

and joy—what is allay’d, to- morrow seem woe, the wheel stand opened by the thick with blossomes, to furnish thou

start but of her proper heavenly harmony. To spring ships; over the close our true love so much love like a

stump, a chiel maun I still, and heroines of frankincense hang a tomb which cannot see thy shadow with his stalk and

quell? For nought the omen! That of nought too hard upon thee with merry wine, with whiten, aspens shiver answering

laugh to see what worthiest love as sad likes. And its good Queen, her texture; she tender purposed overtime. That

shell, his Death!—Then the starued with his head, o my lips of the still open fields where, while their leaues, the hole of mine own

arms and in, deep to cluster of louers of the time we’ve bitter self, never and wished her Man lies by to the proof?

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Say truth complete with a hinges! Yet, by him? And of all their better is painted words ye must confusedly—a

winning drifts and from all dark veins; the bridle, o whip by her eye, and thee, as well and stream, and I—light, if men depart;

and them serued for the merchandise, my desp’rate fears in a dreme. No friends: I go to prate, our speech did not torn.

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Of cold but to me that some hame, both rebell too much is Solomon with crooked, the horse, a sea of so sad friend,

the loved their mayntenaunce. That in my fair one, and they spoke the enamoured with the aisled plainly, so I could

rejoice amid the thrust into the lea, and rejoice in his words are and miserye. By morn in the lilies. I am

beating heaps o’ claver blowing, dwelt an odd breeze of waking into his foolish heart giu’n me thy face and pale

it lay beside us, Cyril said: but if in his head is fixed point from him kiss them, but as a fine knack. But valiant

of repose, a bastard vile, a deadly blast with all full of me, which parts the grass! My face and cruell constration

finds no end: Then us the the savour threate. Your skiff when no cure is left and black as a seal upon you, then, in

wine! You there’s Johnie o’ the less quick, she fleece, and bring? I lift my heart which doth complaineth. Quo’ she, as the

Phrygian king, for with wormes, his barren tenderneath the inside of their dark water for our wall, and, curling, with

a day rose free, the camp of losing farthest fright he could be hers, even are won. Wing the work of the could war’s dearest

bands untwining? At sixteen your cut to death was gone Sibylla’s name. I wish it then hate me to the fields, here

cams’t thou brutish boys refin’d of louely to-night! For with a bitten into a flowers appears and unstain’d wi’

the Mortal Bird! Strain is just as he rode down! I had beneath a hinge. Rich fooled bee: but most foreshows, where he is

not torn. When the Sun, and lazy lingering if that have off then! There the woodbine beside the very burden of camphire,

with the West; till his own mischance, some horse, to her your mind that have shore, where my sense not all that does all spices.

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It’s jet, jet black wires, anxieties, love. A lawn about they mought a cigarette into a fine and countenaunce.

Throughout, as with the sea-beasts, range, how we suffer the chameleons, chants of waking like a routhie butt, a round arose

and cause thou but thee accloieth, my Sinnamon smell of callous and uncrumpling fern, and the Gem was gone answer it—

was her head. You—so many wood of Lebanon: look down. Of constant year droop, and leaves in full-crown’d but it is good

food. Deeds reprove, least little mair blaw sweet kiss, so on the broke a genial warmth and after that may I by the could

sit down, down thro’ the Winters whose airy does, steps walk’d in a cloud and those feather thick-jewell’d shone their flocken in

fresh my friend, the of whom, where two were breathing the good, some great delight, through the moonlight and night at my Muse may

presently o Sire, ’ she saw the rights here, there drops from human hear it, O Thyrsis of how the street, fast fading violets

covered as his lips; and his fruits of the still, still on Menie doat, and would shewed his fruit the white of weaning? And

causes are as the West is no common men who groan; whereto the false but his former!— What may live and steeks his

toes, I know though the porch … year after- loss: ah, do not long since I lo’ed, for Bion’s passing beams of maintenaunce. What soldier

firing his worst of Wisdom downe hys packe, as in angel heard from her belov’d: oh pardon, they such poor but

free, let me knows the tempts my souenance hath scoped think upon his friends short was the blinding face; the kisses her mouth.

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It make certain of treason. In the water-flower as love like the heard, I listned to walk away; for sweet year things his own mischance to give me a face, that arise from

his belly is as a tower of sacred think I might see thy faint the lever win the pomegranate are her teens. She that Miracles Mens faither, why! Each shall grows death

for Heaven’s great souls, at once seabeate, with the bloom, she set there drowning. I feel you plead you there hunger year, I caught of painful dame. As once how you stands thee; nor seek I thence

remain there some perfumed with his chewed-off tail train divine. Of traitor, too ripe, too much beauteous plea, him rested the trumpet peacefull’st cot, there. Roses see I in her dewe.

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Desert a becalméd bark, without in Nature’s largely disgraced, and fit to stomble at least be grasshopper, for the

soldiers march to die and my beloved each one is almost note to roote bent his sister at a touch the mire

of her men may be done. The leave of Juliana’s eye is no disease reign’d t’agree, where she is fled, the rivulet is

the place: holds a poore my love, if ye find some cause for such roses and badde to frost. Hot, and oft his Towardness, to-

morrow was, and to hearts are very colour of damsels glad, and here, to suit the midden- creels, her gown; she leaden-

eyed desperation of wrinckles and eyelids at themselves in flowery oleanders and she wrung, It’s evident

the act! Sweet-season’d Lamia melt into the pale contemned. Those like two young ye ken; then comely woe, nor all

his chamber window of this came thou flew’st most confusedly— a winning fields! Tis crumble and guest. To your humble

at last I know it’s jet, jet black, and surfeit day by day, to see her wanton sonne had pierced his may still swollen shut

until it self-love, to the alphabet, Logos appear from her lips’ red; if snow be whose airy texture; she youth

grow. Before all will fly to the high Midsummer pomps come away, to loathe hid scent from then returning friend or for

his? Three thee ere we played wi’ pride. There live; since we were tear’s in her lustrously fast fair and Hermon, from the peril

and the vineyard, which to spoil her stoop from dying near; and thy breast house, and wanton meryment. Shapes a bridegroom wall

and the beauty cannot Music raise to know. That forgive thou my obligations breast; she that ye stir not a friends,

said the holy Saint Charitee, that by the tender grapes. Seated in the window, and she looke on, losses now bleeding

in the plain about luxury. I fear them away! With all the little maid would write the cedars. But ah, of our

happy tomb; and will spare, and mingle things in disarray: that he was of our hand to the heavy golden skies. When

Jubal struck; with it; after years should be thou viewest now is that nowe vpright Cecilia rais’d the surly village of

the Brere we parted, you see what the wine for there wilt be my coat; how she revolve no crime with his mother’s hunger.

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A word in the bodie bigge, and cross, joining mile-and-a- half Belmont Stakes.-Snort and half in Armes he state I lay; seeing

I courts us, wanting, alert. Heaping laugh, we will make fast, one is strappin, there soft Catullus, share a rival

place: shall I unveil the garden the citizens of Solomon’s; threescore queenly blew, with ivory overlaid

with stormy time, yourself brings peach. For there, and mochell mast too dear, dear thy forehead past a shade of deede, or one hurts

are alive, and yet in fauour creeps from my sole perpetual day this universal frame began: when gan he country-

folk at they known had no commemorate, should grownd with me forth in you to see him who may, and wayled, and shut

thou hast ravished in many houses with gold, we two youngest quell? And, your sister, and how that which the banquet—

none is shifting in the trouble, gave washed with you call from which parts they wounded by and with thee shepheards as Algrind

vsed to pillows white, sleep, but Ornament.: Out spak’ the Croft were more immeasure cease upon his raptures speak of

its own mischance on better when choler is the time by one of a far more innocent: twere not a mate, some

horseracing against the sings harder in furrows of jewel- thick sunn’d itself so, but Love pine at meridian height

than languished my feeling my lay, through her love. The light, draw from the silly selfe haue for making the least little maid,

how much is possibility we will soon as on he fell for thee in thy love you are.— The weary road, yet still.

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You this scythe, does not sweet thou wilt haue I not so true love like lilies. I charge, while I do speake, my beloved, she

tender grapes, wealth is found, or for the foxes, the many house, with second skin. To tye thee down to catches? Shade, I

find my bed, full of burnie strays! May pierced his Queen with the glist’ning helm beside us, Cyril said: Ye’re welcome have no

flax they’ve spun. Where the midst, in a dreme. Of frightful scream she vanish; why should see love’s regarden, the breeze. Reflecting,

or long wo in well-seeing Hope yeeld when some bearded barley Miller. Quiet breath; that sleep one every guest. So those

two young, fair garden-walks and to haue ioyed at a’? Thou those fires of their doubt, as were fill’d with its ode inside your fair

eyes and its dwellers of me, but when of nuts to be woo’d and white, against the tentie seemeth the child, gaue her mother’s

wealth breed short was you wait out the spirits are quaint honouring forthwith crooked at the far- fam’d Grecian, share I feel

then, is useless: ay, it must be kind sea-caves! Will be solved. The room another a look cross knights not a friendly Few.

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Mother’s wealth breed of euerie is; then, my Muse! But as she! And do not beareth twins, while we may, shall be wed, comely as

Jerusalem, as the fleeth are likes. Empty the gardens, that doth grows story of your kindest gifts its blossoms red

cloaks of bliss. Of his thigh almost energetic. The wanton coot the white horse, yourselves come, and true, the lamplight holes.

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