You Are Not One Of Us (Poseidon x Norse Goddess!reader) - Part 2
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AN: You know shit’s serious when you have to hand-write the outline for a fic in a notebook…
My hands actually hurt from how furiously I typed this. I hope you enjoy it because what was the pain for???
Summary: The god of the sea and the goddess of love and war are falling in love, but betrayal is afoot.
Word count: 9,713 - holy shit this is sm longer than I planned
Trigger Warnings: she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, profanity, innuendo, age gap (even tho they both thousands of years old), god racism?? Idk they act like “foreigner gods” is a bad thing, lusting, p in v s*x, fingering, noncon voyeurism, liking the fact that he looks older (is this a warning???), (please let me know if I missed any)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians characters. I do not claim to own any of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians characters. I do not own any pictures used nor do I claim to do so.
Always appreciate comments, likes, and reblogs :)
You followed Hermes around the entire flower display, oohing and aahing at the different little flowers that you wouldn’t have even noticed had he not pointed them out to you. You could feel the eyes on you again, a weight on the back of your neck but you ignored them until you had made a full turn of the flower display. You glanced in the direction of his throne, the way he sat with his right ankle over his left knee, spread wide and domineering, leaning back as if he was the picture of ‘unbothered’. But his eyes continued to follow you, and as you looked at his face, you met his gaze and time himself must have stopped the world for both of you.
You felt like you had never taken a breath before this moment, as if this was the first time you had felt what it was like to truly feel air enter your lungs. It wasn’t just his eyes itself that did it, though the dark blue was the most beautiful colour you had ever witnessed (and knew you would ever witness). It was the way he looked at you, as if he, a god, couldn’t quite believe you existed. It made everything inside you seize up, as if each muscle had been tightened then locked and the key was to… you didn’t know what exactly. Have him hold you? Have him… have him kiss you? Gosh you had never desired a kiss so much in your life thus far.
You slipped your arm from Hermes’ while he spoke to someone else that had come to join both of you and walked off almost in a trance. You knew exactly where you were headed though, and with careful steps made your way to stand directly in front of the god of the sea. His face did not change, but his eyes did not leave you. He looked up at you from his seat, waiting for you to speak first.
You had once found it so easy to smile, so easy to speak and chat and spread joy with your mere presence. Standing in front of him now, you seemed to have forgotten everything you were once able to do. How does one smile? How does one speak? How does one even breathe anymore? Then, slowly, you forced yourself to gain a hold of your own mind, to banish these ludicrous thoughts to its very depths, and allowed your face to relax, the corners of your lips turning up and your eyes squinting just so. You folded your hands in front of you and bowed your head a tad in greeting.
“Hello, I hope watching me all evening has been entertaining,” your smile turned cheeky and Poseidon raised an eyebrow as he noted the sparkle in your eye. Then he smiled, rather gently for such an imposing man, and dipped his head in a nod.
“Forgive me, if I have made you uncomfortable.”
“Oh not at all, who doesn’t enjoy being the centre of attention for a handsome god?” You replied, shrugging your shoulders and grinning at him. Poseidon’s brow raised again, but this time his lips quirked up in a smirk of his own. He shifted in his seat, sitting up just a tad bit straighter.
“A handsome god? Hm, I might prefer that title more than god of the seas,” he joked, and a giggle fell from your lips before you could stop it. His smile widened at the sound, at the way it seemed to sort of fall with your breaths. “And it has been, entertaining I mean, you are rather… interesting.” You pouted jokingly at his words, stepping closer to his throne so your dress brushed his knees.
“Just interesting? After I called you handsome?” You teased, and now it was Poseidon’s turn to chuckle, a deep sound that seemed to rumble out of his chest and made your stomach feel warm.
“I think my true thoughts about you may not be appropriate for a first meeting,” he finally said, voice deep and more hushed than before. He looked up at you through his lashes and your entire body felt like it was sizzling. Every cell was suddenly vibrating and you thought you might pop out of existence.
“Why would they not be appropriate?” You whispered, leaning forward even more, as if you couldn’t help but want to be closer to him. One side of his mouth pulled up in a smile and he sighed, as if it was tiring to even think of the reason.
“I would like you to come back to Olympus, who knows how you would feel about what I am thinking.” You shivered, at the way his voice seemed to vibrate down your spine, at the darkness that began to cloud his eyes, at the desperate and sudden need to clamber onto his lap and press your lips to his that now filled your body.
“I can guarantee you,” you began, licking your lips and leaning forward until both hands were on the armrests of his throne. “That whatever you say will have me running back even quicker.”
Poseidon swallowed, lips parting as he sucked in a breath. Your faces were so close now, noses almost touching, and he could feel the warmth of your skin gently touch his cheeks. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. Now that you were so close, you could see the smallest flecks of gold interspersed in the dark blue of his irises, could see the grey beginning to touch the hairs on his temples. Your mouth opened, as if you were going to say more, as if you were going to kiss him-
“Little goddess!” Loki called, and you popped up quickly, turning away in a whirl of fabric.
You walked off to where his voice had sounded from as he beckoned you to come chat with him and Hermes once more. Poseidon watched you skip away, as if you hadn’t just been a hair’s breadth from his face. He stared at the fluttering fabric following behind you, at the glimpse of your smooth leg and the blue hair that billowed around your head, and he let out a deep breath. He looked away from the direction you had gone, only to meet eyes with Hestia and Hephaestus in the corner, smirking so teasingly that he felt his entire body begin to burn.
You were luckier than he, for Loki and Hermes had not noticed the way you had almost fallen victim to your own innate desires and whims. Your cheeks were flushed and you pressed a cold hand to each, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath before smiling up at the two. They began speaking at you about something or other and you glanced back from the direction you had come. You met eyes with Poseidon and snapped your gaze away, cheeks starting to burn once more.
After a performance by a few of the muses, gorging yourselves on ambrosia and the polishing off of many jugs of wine, Odin decided it was time for everyone to return to Asgard. He offered an invitation in return to Zeus and the Greek gods, that they would be welcomed to Valhalla if they ever decided to visit Asgard, and while they offered words of praise and assent and reassurance, everyone knew there would be no reciprocal visit.
You danced the rest of the night away after your moment with the sea god, switching between the arms of Hermes, Loki, Thor and even Baldr. Poseidon had mingled with some of his nieces and nephews, but had largely remained on his throne from where he could watch you best. You were a vision, a whirl of colour, and watching you dance and laugh and just be merry seemed to soothe something in his heart. He wanted to provide it for you for the rest of eternity.
“I hope to see you again soon,” you told Hermes as you all gathered near the bridge to say your goodbyes. “I had a wonderful time.”
“Yes, we must meet again, perhaps you could return to Olympus for another performance of the muses?” Hermes sounded so hopeful, and you smiled and nodded jovially, excited to see another beautiful piece. It was rather unfortunate that you had such different ideas of how it would go in your heads, such different ideas of each other, in your heads.
You waved him goodbye and began to turn away before someone cleared their throat next to you. You turned your head to see who it was, though you already had a feeling you knew. His presence could not be missed, even if one didn’t lay eyes on him. You could feel it hovering over your shoulder, the power of the seas gently brushing against your elbow as you turned to look at him.
“It was lovely to meet you, Y/n,” his voice was quiet and you had to clench your hands together to stop your entire body from shaking like you were in a hurricane.
“Likewise,” you answered breathily. If you even tried to continue speaking you were sure your voice would crack and you would spill words that hadn’t even been in your mind before they started coming out of your mouth.
“I would like to offer you an invitation,” he began, looking straight into your eyes. If you didn’t know any better you might think he was actually nervous to ask this of you. Poseidon knew that if he didn’t face you head on, didn’t force it out of himself, he may never gather the courage to ask you. “A visit to one of my favoured spots on Earth, a beach that is-”
“Yes. I would love to.” Your cheeks turned pink as you realised you hadn’t waited for him to finish his sentence but he only smiled, eyes twinkling and creased, lips thinned out. You bowed your head to try and hide your face but he just chuckled and ran a finger down your arm. As if you weren’t already filled with a fire that couldn’t be put out… You gulped, pressing your thighs together for a moment before whispering a garbled goodbye and walking away. Poseidon clenched his hand into a fist at his side.
You had taken to strolling along the cliffs of the fjords now that you had returned from Olympus. The sound of the water far below reminded you of Poseidon, the crashing of the waves against stone on a particularly stormy day helped you think of his face, his voice. You didn’t know when he would finally set a date for the invitation, how he would get you to this favoured beach. Your anticipation was beginning to claw at you from the inside, like talons digging into the lining of your stomach when you thought of each day that had passed with no word from him. You hoped that he would find you here, so close to the sea, and you hoped he would do it quickly. It had been a week now, and you were slowly starting to lose hope.
You walked to the very edge of the cliff and stared straight down into the water. It was almost black, capped with pure white foam as it swished against the rocky cliffs. The sound of it almost had you missing the crushing of hooves on grass behind you. You turned to find a beautiful white stallion gently trotting up to you. His coat was so pure and shiny it was almost silver. Wings sprouted from his back, beautiful and feathered that he flapped once before folding them back against his body. You stared, mouth agape, as the pegasus trotted up to you, stopping just in front of where you stood and gently snuffling his nose against your cheek. You leaned back, careful of the cliff edge, giggled at the ticklish feeling of his lips against your cheek, his hot huffed breaths fanning over your face. The stallion stepped back so you could come forward and away from the sharp drop before gently stamping his two front feet into the grass, lowering his head and the wing closest to you. You stared for a moment, hoping against hope that this was finally the fruition of the invitation, but the stallion was impatient and huffed loudly, stamping his feet harder and gesturing to his own back with a shake of his head.
“Alright, alright,” you breathed, caressing his head and mane with a soft hand before using the edge of his wing to step up and swing yourself onto his bare back. The stallion waited until you were settled before turning away from the cliff edge and trotting back a few paces. Then he turned to it once more and began galloping right for the edge, wings unfurling and flapping into the air as the breeze picked him up and sped both of you into the sky.
The feeling of being on the back of a pegasus as you flew through the sky was one you would not forget until the end of your days. The rush of cold air as it blew your hair behind you, the feeling of his warm coat under your legs, the sound of nothing but the flap of his wings and the howling of wind in your ears. For the first few minutes you gripped his mane but eventually you leaned back and threw your arms up into the air with a scream of joy, clinging to him only with your legs so you wouldn’t fall off.
You weren’t sure how long you flew, eventually bending at the waist and fully laying on his back so you could watch the clear sky above you pass away in an endless screen of blue. You felt him spread his wings out and slowly begin to tip downward into a descent. You began sliding forward slightly so you sat up and you caught sight of the ocean spreading out below you, as endless as the sky. The dark lines of waves rippling just below the surface dotted the entire area, some capped with foam like it had been painted on. You could see where it ended, where the water began to lap at sand and your heart seemed to flutter with the wind. As you began to drop even closer to the ground, stomach swooping with each dip lower, you noticed a solitary figure sitting at the edge of the water, just in reach of it so it lapped at the figure’s feet. Your heart began to thunder.
Pegasus trotted onto the beach with a thud so soft you barely felt it. Sand kicked up under his hooves and you felt the grit against the skin of your feet and legs. You felt giddy, clenching your legs tighter around the stallion as you approached the figure, happy that your dress had enough fabric to still cover your legs though you rode the winged horse. He stood as you approached, brushing off his linen pants. You could see that the hems were drenched in water and it made a tingle of warmth settle in your heart.
Poseidon smiled as Pegasus stopped just in front of him, bowing his head to the king of the seas and unfolding one of his wings so you could use it to step down. You swung your leg over, using one delicate foot on the edge of his wing to hop down in a flurry of fabric. You were barefoot already, and you instantly began spreading your toes into the warm sand, sighing at the feeling of it between your toes. He waited until the horse had trotted away to find its own entertainment before stepping closer and reaching out to hold your hand.
He had been desperate to feel your skin, to know if your hands were soft or you had callouses on the tips of your fingers from your sword fighting. Even just the hint he had gotten from touching your arm on Olympus had been enough to drive him wild. He wanted to know the warmth of your skin like he knew his own.
You smiled shyly, dropping your head to stare at the sand, but threaded your fingers through his, as if the thought of letting go was simply impossible. His hands were rough, but not unpleasantly so, and you thought they would feel amazing on your skin in other places. You stepped closer to him, so that if you moved any closer your bodies would be pressed together, and looked up into his eyes. He smelled like a fresh ocean breeze, like the salt of the sea and something so intoxicating that you wanted to press your nose into his neck and inhale.
Poseidon loved the feeling of your little hand in his own, your fingers (which he discovered were soft despite your skill with a sword) fit perfectly between his own, your palm pressed right to his, your pulse points brushing together. With his other hand, he reached up and dug his fingers into your hair, moving it back so it draped over your shoulder, so he could slip his fingers through the strands and feel each one caress his hand. You closed your eyes, leaning into the feeling of his hand and sighed happily.
“I’m glad you came,” he told you quietly, caressing your cheek with his thumb.
“I’m glad you invited me,” you replied, voice hushed as you turned your head to kiss the tip of his thumb gently before tipping your head back to stare into his eyes once more. He was mesmerised, drunk on your presence, lost to you.
You giggled then, a small girlish thing that made a smile break out on his lips and made him feel giddy. He had not felt giddy in aeons. You turned to the ocean and tugged on his hand, beginning to walk along the beach, your feet splashing in the surf.
“Did you know that the ocean is my favourite place in all the realms?” You told him, quirking up your brow teasingly as you kicked some of the water into the air, watching the droplets sparkle in the sunlight. Poseidon just watched you, watched every movement, hoping he wouldn’t miss a single thing you did. He saw your dress ride up your leg, expose the smooth skin, and he wanted to push it up even further, to tear it off of you completely and see you bare. “Even before we met, they were my favourite. I often go swimming in the water of the fjords, it is the perfect temperature in the summer months. You should join me,” you shrugged, smirking as you walked slightly away from him, stretching your arms out so you could still hold his hand while you waded further into the water until the hem of your dress was soaked and the waves lapped halfway up your calves.
“I would be delighted,” he breathed out in that deep voice of his that had your insides turning to mush. You wanted to feel his voice. Was that even possible? You wanted to feel it inside you, through you, to merge it into your skin. Maybe you were cursed…
Both of you continued walking along the shoreline, occasionally wading deeper or shallower but always touching the water. You talked of home, of Valhalla and the fjords, of your brothers and parents, of Loki and his stories. You told him all you could about yourself and then some, whispering words you had never dared to admit to yourself. In return he listened, offered stories of his own realm in the sea, of the histories of the gods of his own pantheon, of Greece itself. He told you of the existential dread he had begun to feel before you had fluttered into his life, how everything had felt just bearable before you. He would speak forever if it meant you looked at him the way you did, eyes wide, lips just slightly parted, drinking in everything he had to say.
You walked until the sun began to set and your voices began to drip away because of how much you had spoken. You stared at the darkening edges of the sky and knew you would need to return home so as not to worry Odin and Frigg. You stopped in the water, the waves lapping at your knees and your toes digging into the soft sand under the water. You turned to face him, reaching to hold his other hand as well and smiling up at him.
“You have given me the best day I have ever experienced in a thousand years of existence,” you told him, biting your lip as you caressed the backs of his hands with your thumbs. “I hope to see you again soon.”
“Of course,” he gripped your hands tighter, pulling you in close until your chests pressed together. He leant down so your noses brushed together and your lips parted as you sucked in a breath.
“Are your thoughts about me still too inappropriate to tell?” You whispered, and you could feel his lips brush yours with every word.
“Even more so,” he breathed out, his voice fanning over your lips.
“I would gamble that mine are worse,” your voice was becoming breathy and raspy, throat suddenly dry as you gulped.
“I would doubt that very much,” he replied, pressing his body impossibly closer. You could feel him crowding you, the way he seemed to surround you with his broad shoulders and thick arms and you shivered, stomach muscles pulsing.
“Tell me one, the most appropriate, I suppose,” you joked, a slight glint in your eyes.
“I could not live without you. If you were to be taken from me, I would not need the humans to die out for my existence to cease,” and as you gasped, he brought his lips to meet yours.
You tasted sweet, like the freshest pomegranate, or the softest date in the bowl. He pressed his mouth more firmly against yours, kissing you like it was impossible not to continue after he had done it once. His beard rubbed against your cheeks, soft yet coarse, tickling your skin. You gasped into his mouth, reaching up to grasp the back of his neck and pull yourself up a little. His lips felt like softened butter, and you opened your mouth to allow his tongue to plunge in. You moaned, a sound you had never made before, and pressed yourself to his body like a cat to its owner's leg. He huffed against your mouth, groaning and grunting as if he couldn’t control the animal inside of him.
You kissed again, and again, and again, until your lungs were burning, until your cheeks were rubbed raw and your thighs hurt from clenching them together. You pulled away from his lips, eyes still closed, and were hit with a wave of water up to your face. You squealed and opened your eyes, not realising that the water had begun to rush around the both of you, waves pushing and pulling the shore so harshly that foam was left behind on the sand. The skirt of your dress was soaked and heavy, hanging like a weight from your shoulders. Your feet had succumbed to the sand and it took some strength to pull them out. You stared at the god of the seas, and he had the decency to look sheepish as he dried your dress and led you back to Pegasus. All you could do was laugh and laugh until your stomach hurt.
Ever since you had kissed the god of the seas, you had thought of nothing else. Every crevice of your mind was filled with him, the sight of him, the smell of him, the sound of him. You heard his grunts as you tried to sleep, saw his face as you tried to wash. You seemed to be a goddess of curses too, because if this was love, then it was a curse upon anyone who experienced it. How was anyone supposed to live when all they thought of was the person they loved?
But today would be better. Today would be better because Hermes had invited you to watch a theatre piece by the muses, which would mean a trip to Olympus. Which would mean seeing your beloved. You had talked Odin and Frigg’s ears off the night before about how much you had loved Olympus, how glad you were to go again, and they had smiled at you like amused parents.
As you entered Olympus, you felt a bit nervous. You hadn’t been alone the last time, and now as you walked across the bridge and into the gardens between the palaces, you felt all the eyes on you. People stared as you walked in, looking for Hermes or even Poseidon. Wind spirits whispered, minor gods chuckled behind their hands, and you felt your cheeks begin to burn before you caught sight of your friend.
“Hello, hello!” He called, waving as he made his way around a group of cloud spirits carrying dinner plates. You giggled and waved back, hopping the few steps to meet him.
“Thank you for inviting me! I really enjoyed myself before,” you told him, and he smiled brightly, brushing it off with a wave of his hand.
“I enjoyed your company, I am glad to have you back,” he told you, a pink tinge to his cheeks, but you just laughed and slapped him on the arm.
“Where do we need to go?” You asked as you began to look around, not so secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of your sea god.
“Just this way,” and Hermes began leading you toward the large lawn they used for performances by the muses.
You seemed to watch Olympus with such wide eyes, gasping and squealing at every little thing that was unfamiliar to you, and Hermes felt like his heart was no longer his own. He wanted to cut it out of his chest and offer it to you on a silver platter if it would make you happy.
He led you to where seats had been set up for anyone to come and watch the muses perform. It was one of many they did, so people would most likely come and go, with a few who had more time on their hands bothering to stay the entire time. You chose seats right near the front and were settling in just as the performance began. Hermes mentioned that it had been written by Thalia and Melpomene together, so it was bound to be both funny and tragic. You nodded happily, then pressed a hand to his mouth to shush him as the muses made their way onto the stage and began to speak. You were enraptured the entire time, and by the end of the piece you had laughed and cried so many times that your cheeks were red and your eyes were puffy. Your face hurt from smiling and your eyes hurt from crying but you would not have traded that time for anything.
“So I assume that you enjoyed it?” Hermes asked hopefully. You nodded vigorously, going off on a tangent about the different pieces of dialogue and the setting and the way you had cried when Melpomene had lay down to die.
“HERMES!” A voice boomed, and he let out such a weary sigh that you almost began to cry for him. His face had dropped and he looked at you in sorrow, shaking his head before mumbling a few curse words to himself.
“I’m so sorry, dearest, but I must run off for a few moments. Duty calls,” and with a flap of his shoes, he was off to go find out what message his father had for him to deliver now. You stared after him for a moment before laughing quietly to yourself and turning on your heel to see if you could find your sea god up here or you would have to throw yourself into the ocean for his company.
It seemed to be that if you thought of him, he appeared, because it was right then that your sea god appeared in your vision, walking up to you with a subdued smile on his face. You would never stop being thankful for the fact that you were the only one who got to see the smiles that took up his whole face.
“Well hello stranger,” you singsonged, trying to suppress your smirk but your mouth still twisting just so to the side.
“What is a norse goddess doing on Olympus?” He asked teasingly, leaning in close to you and gently running a finger down the bare skin of your arm. You shivered, shoulders shaking, and he chuckled. “I want to show you something, join me?” And you said yes without an ounce of hesitation, Hermes forgotten.
When Hermes returned from being yelled at by his father about sending a message to some hero who was beginning to get too big for britches, he couldn’t find you. He searched around the stage area and through some of the nearby gardens to no avail. Then, just as he had finally convinced himself that you had returned to Asgard, he spotted the end of your dress disappearing in the distance. He began to call out to you but just as the sound began to come out, it died in his throat as he noticed the hand you placed on his uncle’s arm, the smile you shot up at him as both of you walked away. What could you possibly have to do with Poseidon? Hermes began to follow.
You allowed Poseidon to lead you wherever it is he wanted to, just happy to be in his company. You chattered his ear off about the play, explaining every detail that had mesmerised you, and he just listened with a growing smile. To have you here, by his side, just speaking to him was better than he could have imagined. He understood now why the humans valued their marriages so much. He wanted all of that with you.
You crossed through a patch of trees and found cliffs facing you, rising so sharply that the only way to get up them would be to fly. Poseidon led you to a little crack in the imposing wall, covered by long hanging vines that crawled up the cliffs. It would be extremely difficult to spot the little entrance, to note the difference in those vines compared to those on the cliffs, but it was the only place where they hung off of the cliff rather than clinging onto it. He pushed through the wall of leaves and stems, holding it open for you. He held your hand as you walked through the little cave entrance and you clenched it tightly when you saw what was at the other end.
A beautiful lake, not too large but not too small, with crystalline waters as still as a statue. It was bordered by large boulders that would be easy to clamber onto and rest on to bathe in the sun. Beyond the boulders there were trees completely surrounding it, enclosing the space. You stared into the lake’s waters, and realised you could see all the way to the bottom. There were rocks, smooth and huge like the boulders, all along the bottom. Little water plants sprouted between them and in the cracks and the little buds made you smile and laugh breathily. You turned back to your lover, staring at him with such reverence that he had to look away. It was the most beautiful place you had ever seen. And now it was your place, just for the two of you, together.
You walked to him until your chests pressed together and you kissed him sweetly, the sound of your lips sticking together fluttering into the quiet air. He smiled into it, opening his mouth and delving his tongue into yours, the feeling of his beard against your cheeks and upper lip almost tickling. He slipped his hands down your back, grasping your behind, but you giggled and pulled away before he could properly get his hands on it. He groaned, low and deep and annoyed but you just continued laughing before stepping away from him and near a low rock. You stared into his eyes, face serious, as you began to untie the straps that held your dress over your shoulders. Your cheeks were flushed, and nerves made your hands shake, but you continued until one strap was untied. It slipped down your back and your chest, stopping just on top of your breast. You reached for the other, untying it but not letting it go, bringing it down with your hand and allowing the dress to slowly slip down your body. It exposed your chest first, goosebumps popping up on your breasts before your nipples tightened and began to pebble. Poseidon’s eyes were locked on you, his breath shallow and his entire body tightening. He could feel the blood rushing in his veins, could feel the heat suddenly clinging to his skin, and he gulped, clenching his hands as he watched you lower the dress further, expose your stomach, your pussy, then drop it to the floor. Both of you let out shaky breaths as he stared at you, at the ravenous look in his eyes. It almost hurt to breathe, to move, but you forced yourself to walk into the water, looking back over your shoulder as you stepped into the water. He stared at your back, at the muscles in your legs as you walked, at the round backside that tempted him like nothing else.
You immersed yourself in the water until only your head was above it, your arms and legs swishing slowly to keep you up. You stared at him like a siren, eyelids fluttered low and eyes hazy, lustful. You licked your lips, those precious lips that tasted better than ambrosia, and he lifted the shirt over his head, slipping his thumbs into the hem of his pants and pushing it down. You traced your eyes over the defined muscles of his abdomen, at the thick flesh that formed his arms, strong and fierce and so so perfect. His thighs were wide, strong, defined with muscle, and you had never desired to sit on a person before this moment. He was truly a god.
His skin was slightly bronzey with pinkish undertones, and you wanted to run your hands over every inch of it. You stared at him, at his cock, and you clenched your thighs together so hard at the pangs of pure lust that hit you that you almost went under. He was… he was what desire looked like. He was thick, and long, and a red colour that made it look almost painful. You wanted to soothe that ache.
You continued treading water, waiting for him to follow after you, and he did, splashing into the water with a lot less care than you had. You would have giggled, but he was on you so quickly, wrapping his arms around you and caging you against his body. He was warm, even in the water, and his muscles were firm. You reached up to kiss him, to let him lave his tongue inside your mouth to his heart’s content as you pressed one hand to his cheek and felt his beard beneath your fingers. Your arms came up to wrap around his neck, pressing you as close as physically possible to him. You would jump into his skin if you could. You wrapped your legs around his waist and gasped when his member pressed to the sensitive skin of your core.
You had felt the slickness even before you had entered the lake, the way it made your lips slide against each other and made walking a chore. You had felt the squish of it against your inner thighs, warm and wet and so desperate for Poseidon to ease the ache it ebbed from. He brought his hand down to the apex of your thighs as he moved away from your lips, kissing over your cheek and down to your neck. He pressed it with kisses, laved it with licks, and you quivered in his arms as he began gently touching you between your legs.
His fingers were hesitant at first, softly prodding at your lips before slipping between them and pressing the little nub right at the top. You jolted, moaning into the air at the electric feeling. You had never felt like this before, had never felt pleasure so deep. He rubbed it, pressing and releasing, pressing and releasing. You quivered in his arms, shook and whimpered as your thighs and arms clenched tighter around him. Poseidon breathed heavily into your neck, licking your shoulder and biting it softly as he pressed a finger into you, pushing past the initial tension of your entrance to press another of his fingers inside and against your walls.
You were so warm. Hotter than the waters of phlegethon, and his movements hurried. He wanted to be inside you, to sink himself to the very hilt and lavish in the heat and wetness you provided. His fingers pumped in and out of you so quickly that the water around you began to slosh and splash. The way his hands rubbed your insides felt like little fires had been started inside your body and the only way to survive was to let them burn everything to ash. It built and built, your breaths getting heavier, moans getting louder, hands clenching tighter. Then you were cresting the pleasure, reaching its peak, shaking and forcing your body onto his hand as much as you could, relishing the press of his knuckles against your entrance, his thumb against the little nub at the top.
You panted into his neck, laying your head down on his shoulder as all your muscles released and you felt like you were made of cloud mist, held together only by his grip on you. But Poseidon didn’t slow down, just pulled his fingers out of you and spread your thighs a little wider. You groaned, shifting your body, but he just quietly shushed you, rubbing your back and allowing you to settle in his arms again before pressing his cock to your entrance. You gulped, pressing yourself down so he would finally be inside you, so you would finally know what it was like to be joined as one. He groaned, loud and monstrous as he pressed fully into you. You gripped him so tightly that he forgot how to breathe, knowing nothing but the heat surrounding his cock and the whimpers you breathed against his ear. Your nails dug into his shoulders and he bit down onto your neck, a little harder this time. You keened, moving your hips, hoping for something, anything. He shifted his hips, and the drag of his veins against your walls made a high-pitched moan wail from your lips. It was like being shot through with electricity, like every limb was paralysed and forced to feel the sudden shocks that emanated from your core.
Poseidon began to move in rhythm, pushing and pulling his hips, addicted to the rub of your walls. He couldn’t see, couldn’t hear past the rushing in his ears. All he knew was you, pressed against his body, your walls clamped around him, your thighs shaking as you tried to hold on.
Again and again and again. His thrusts became harder and harder, erratic, his pelvis squishing your nub every time he came back inside you. One of his feet dug into the sand and the other pressed against the rock that followed the sand. He used it to keep his balance, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up and down his member. You lay close to limp in his arms, letting the pleasure rock over you, through you.
He was close, so close. Electricity ran up his spine, down to his toes. He could feel it building, his stomach tightening. His cock felt too hard, too ready to explode, and with one more push inside you, he was there, bursting. He roared into the air, mouthing at your neck as sparks shot through him and his hips rutted into you without control. You could feel it twitching inside you, spurting inside you, the sudden warmth that flowed down your walls and disappeared into the water. You pulled back from his shoulder and kissed him fiercely, mouth open and cheeks hurting against his beard. Somewhere on earth, an earthquake shook a city.
Hermes had trailed a little too far when following you, and couldn’t figure out how both of you had disappeared through the rockface. He had heard your voices, had heard the quiet way they dissipated as if you had been walking away. He pressed on the cliffs in all sorts of places, contemplating if both of you had actually dared attempt to climb the menacing cliffs, when he heard a splash. He followed it to the vines, to the entrance to the lake, and snuck through. He walked until the edge of the cave-like passageway, sticking close to the walls. He peeked through, and saw the clothes on the floor, your dress in a heap near the edge of a boulder. Something thick and sticky filled his stomach and began to climb toward his throat. He dropped close to the floor and crawled into the sanctuary, hiding behind the boulders until he could view the lake from behind one of them.
The sight of you clinging to his uncle, wet arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him like you were desperate, droplets of water on your face as it contorted in pleasure even while you pressed your mouth to Poseidon’s, made Hermes close his eyes and sit back against the boulder. He had seen Poseidon’s hands below the water, gripping your waist, pressing it to his own. He had heard the gasps you let out between kisses, the little moans in reply to Poseidon’s grunts. He wanted to gag. He pressed a hand to his mouth, clenched his eyes shut and pressed his head between his knees. This couldn’t be real. What he was seeing, what he was still hearing, couldn’t be real. A black anger, venomous and seething, like something he had never felt before, filled his belly. It was vicious, eating through his flesh, whispering hatred in his ears. He wanted to scream, to jump into the water and rip his uncle to shreds, to throw you off the side of Olympus. His hands began to shake and he pressed them to his ears to drown out the sounds of your coupling. His fingers dug into his hair and he pulled it until it felt like it was on the verge of being ripped out. He needed vindication. He deserved vindication.
Hermes sat there until his breath was closer to normal, then crawled back out the way he came. He stood outside the entrance to the lake and whispered curses at the both of you. His entire body felt red hot and he trembled with his anger. He stomped back toward the palace, scheming and trying to fit pieces together in his mind of what would hurt the both of you most. He wanted you dead. He wanted you gone. You were the reason this awful thing sat in his heart, this parasite that was eating him alive. The only way to do that was to get Zeus to kill you. It was the only answer.
Hermes’s walk began to slow as he approached the main courtyard, as he saw the paths that wound around the main palace and noticed the side door that allowed the cloud spirits in and out. It all fell together in his head. A small smile of relief made its way onto his lips. Yes, yes, it was all falling into place. It would be easy, too easy. And what would make Zeus angrier than his lightning bolt going missing?
As you began to walk back from the lake, the only hint of your adventure being the wet tips of your hair and the slightest limp in your walk, you could hear the sound of rushing and yelling and thunder. Instantly you were on guard, body seizing up and eyes turning serious. Poseidon walked a little faster, staying just ahead of you as you entered the main courtyard of Olympus and headed into the castle where the commotion seemed to be coming from.
“WHO HAS STOLEN IT?! ANSWER ME. WHICH ONE OF YOU DARE STEAL FROM YOUR KING?” You could hear Zeus clear as day even before you entered the throne room, staring at the morose pantheon as you walked in behind Poseidon. When Zeus noticed the new entries, he whirled on his brother and shoved a finger in his face. “Was it you? Jealous of my power, my position?”
“What has happened?” Poseidon asked, though an anger suddenly seethed in his stomach at the fire in his brother’s eyes and the finger pointed at his face.
“MY LIGHTNING BOLT HAS BEEN STOLEN!” Zeus screamed into the air, pacing in the middle of the gods as they all stood just in front of their thrones.
Hades turned to look at the both of you, Persephone clutched tight under his arm, and he shook his head as if to tell you to stay silent. Hephaestus and Hestia stood next to each other, arms brushing together and eyeing Zeus critically, as if this madness could only have been brought on by his own doing. You pursed your lips and shifted to stand hidden behind your lover.
“Confess. Right now. Who has stolen it?” Zeus spat, eyeing each of the gods who only looked away from his piercing gaze.
Poseidon noted the way Hermes glanced toward you, at the edges of your hair dripping onto your dress and leaving watermarks on your shoulders and back. His eyes were hard like onyx, and something akin to cruelty seemed to hide behind his face, the set of his mouth, but he passed it off as annoyance at his father. Ares noted you standing beside his uncle, and a frown overtook his face.
“She is not of Olympus, is it a coincidence that she is here and the lightning bolt has been stolen?” He voiced, pointing at you. Everyone turned to stare at you and your heart jumped into your throat. You began to shake your head, holding your hands up in surrender.
“No, this has nothing to do with me, I was nowhere near the palace,” you began desperately, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing to try and figure out how to appease them.
“She was with me, and we were far from here. She did not do this,” Poseidon’s voice was like a crack of lightning, truly a competition for his brother.
“You could’ve had someone else help you,” Zeus thundered, ignoring his brother and continuing to glare daggers at you now that the seed of doubt had been planted. “Return it at once.”
“But I don’t have it! How am I supposed to return something I have not stolen?!” You cried desperately, tears now threatening your eyes.
“You refuse? Fine. You will be seized until the lightning bolt has been returned to its rightful place,” and before anyone could even take a breath, a glowing circle surrounded the floor around you and you disappeared in a flash of lightning, transported to something akin to a jail cell on the far side of Mount Olympus.
As you cried in the room of pure white, no door to leave through, the walls impenetrable to even your magic, the gods in Asgard received a message of the accusation lodged against you. Odin, though fuming, worried more for your safety, and sent an envoy of ravens to tell of their incoming arrival on Olympus to discuss these events. All the norse gods begged to accompany him, to aid in avenging their princess, but he only enlisted the help of Loki, knowing of your friendship with the Jotunn and that the trickster would be good help in getting out of a sticky situation.
On Olympus, Hermes watched you curl up in a corner of the room, cheeks stained with tears and eyes red, and guilt began to fill his heart. He had felt angry, vindictive, when he saw you kiss the god of the seas. But knowing that he had hurt you felt so much worse than any of that. He hated that you had chosen Poseidon, that you refused to love him back, but he hated this burning in his heart, this venomous, evil blackness that seemed to tinge his very insides as he listened to your quiet sobs. He didn’t want to hurt you, not like this. Though it felt too late to have this realisation, he knew he could do at least one thing to begin making it right.
Zeus sat on his throne, fuming. Lightning crackled in the sky, winds blew so fiercely that the humans had boarded themselves into their houses or sat at the altars of his temple, praying for his forgiveness. He would kill you. He would kill you and retrieve the bolt and send your divine corpse back to Odin and his people as a lesson.
Poseidon had been lost as to what to do next, he had already yelled at his brother, threatened war, interrogated almost all his nephews and nieces to no avail. He had even gotten on his knees in front of Zeus’s throne, swallowed his pride and begged his brother to believe him, to believe that you were innocent. Nothing. He had eventually fallen onto his throne, glaring daggers at his brother as his nieces and nephews whispered among themselves around the throne room, looking between him and Zeus. Hades, finally having let go of Persephone and ushering her to find her mother and a safe garden to stay in until he came and got her, made his way to stand behind Poseidon. He didn’t say a word, knowing his brother didn’t need to hear anything right now, and just placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. Poseidon did not move.
The doors to the throne room burst open for the second time that day and Hermes ran in, the wings on his shoes still fluttering. He skidded to a stop just in front of Zeus’s throne, huffing out “father!” as he bent at the waist to catch his breath. All the gods turned to stare, Zeus raising an eyebrow as he stared contemptuously down at his son. Poseidon sat forward.
“I found the lightning bolt!” Hermes huffed, holding out the bolt to his father. A gasp floated around the room as they all stared at the buzzing lightning bolt in his hand. Zeus leaned over and snatched it out of Hermes’ hands, holding onto it so tightly that if it had been anything else it would have been crushed into dust.
“Where did you find it, son?” Zeus asked, eyes still on the lightning bolt.
“On Earth, father, thrown into the mountains of Rhodope,” he sighed, eyes flitting around to the other gods. They began to murmur, frowns marring their faces as they wondered how in the world the lightning bolt had ended up in the Rhodope mountains.
Zeus stared at his son, his gaze like stone, until the younger god looked away. Then he sighed and snapped his fingers so the bolt returned to its place and clapped his hands, a smile now on his face.
“Dionysus! This is now a celebration! Bring wine, the lightning bolt has returned,” and he began bellowing with laughter. Some of the gods joined in, tittering awkwardly, and Hera sighed so heavily and with such annoyance that even Zeus shifted away from the side which bordered her throne.
Poseidon stared at all that had just happened, at the relieved smile on Hermes’ face and the way Zeus was already back to joking with Ares. Anger, hot and boiling, seethed inside of him and he stood abruptly from his throne, glaring at his brother then heading for the door. He couldn’t be in here any longer while his love was trapped in some prison surely made to torture her very soul. Just as he reached the doors, they burst open once more and Odin stormed in, cloak billowing behind him as he marched up to Zeus’s throne.
“Where is my daughter?” He demanded, mouth set in an angry line.
“In my prison, she is accused of stealing my lightning bolt,” Zeus answered in an equally thunderous voice, standing and looking down at the man.
“Release her at once, she did no such thing.”
“How do you know? She appears in Olympus, the only outsider, and then my lightning bolt goes missing. This does not seem like a coincidence to me,” Zeus raised an eyebrow as he stared at Odin, daring the god to rebuke him. Odin opened his mouth as if he was about to argue but closed it and sighed, taking a deep breath in to gather his words.
“Release my daughter. Please,” he gritted out. “My people will never interact with yours again, will never step foot near Olympus again as long as you release her.” Zeus and Poseidon stared at Odin, one contemplating, the other heartbroken. Zeus nodded, standing from his throne and holding out his hand to Odin.
“It is agreed. Neither of our peoples will step foot in the other’s lands, will interact with the other, for the safety of our people,” Zeus’s voice was stoic, and he waited until Odin had nodded in return and slipped his hand into his own. They shook twice and Zeus snapped his fingers, turning his back on Odin to return to his throne.
“My daughter? Where is she?” Odin snapped, glaring daggers into Zeus’s back.
“Oh, you will find her outside with your trickster,” Zeus waved his hand in the air, voice unbothered, and Odin disappeared with a flash.
Poseidon fell back into his throne, all the air gone from his lungs. He stared at the spot where Odin had stood, where reality seemed to have collapsed, and a choked sound left his mouth. The promise still rang in his ears, the promise of separation, the promise of never seeing his love again until the day he was forgotten and disappeared into the dust. He clenched the arm so harshly that it broke off, and the other gods in the room turned to stare at him. He threw it onto the floor, cracking the marble, and disappeared, leaving only the scent of the sea in his wake.
At the base of Mount Olympus, Loki waited for something to happen, whether it be Odin returning with you or a call to fight. He paced in the dirt, murmuring threats of violence to himself, all the things he would do if you weren’t returned in an instant. And then, in a flash of light, there you were, kneeling in the dirt, dress torn, hair damp, and tears tracking down your cheeks. You stared around yourself as if you couldn’t truly believe you were no longer surrounded with nothingness. You pressed your hands into the dirt, feeling the mud squelch under your fingers and took a deep breath in, beginning to laugh happily. Being a goddess, you were so quick to take freedom for granted, you realised.
You stared up at Loki, a wide smile on your face when Odin appeared beside him in a flash of light. There was relief in his eyes, but something else too. Something akin to worry.
“Father! I promise, I promise, I did not steal that lightning bolt,” you began, pressing your hands together as your face fell.
“I know, little goddess, I know,” he soothed, patting the top of your head as you began to weep with relief. “But whoever has done this has caused consequences far beyond your imprisonment. From henceforth, we are not to speak with, to be near any of the gods of that pantheon,” he told you, smiling sympathetically down at you as your face fell.
“What?”
“I know you enjoyed Olympus, you had made friends with those gods, but it is the only solution, the best agreement,” and with another pat to your head he disappeared back to Valhalla.
You sat there, staring up at the sky where the clouds gathered to hide Olympus, as your head filled with… everything. You wanted to scream, to march up there and demand they let you in, let you see your lover. How could they do this? Accuse you of this, then rip him away from you? Your entire body began to quiver and you let out a scream from deep inside you. It was shrill and so loud that even the gods in the throne room paused at a distant sound of pain that reached their ears.
Loki walked over and knelt down in the dirt next to you, gently caressing your hair as you wailed into the air. It was the sound of an animal hurt, of a baby crying for its mother, of a lover separated. He whispered gently into your ear, promises of an eternity to recover, of lands yet to explore, of anything he could think of that may calm your screaming. Slowly, you stopped screaming and began sniffling, hiccuping with remnant sobs, and saying “no, no, no,” over and over again.
“They cannot take him from me. They will not.”
“Remember the story I told you, little goddess?” Loki asked, a frown marring his face as he looked down at you.
“I will not be like them,” you whimpered, lips quivering in anger and frustration, “I do not intend to lose.” And you stood from the dusty ground, dress ripped and torn, hair in disarray, mud splatters on your face, and pointed a finger toward Mount Olympus, a vow whispered on your lips.
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“For I have broken”
A ballad sequence
1
And it is not fearful to see.
The seem’d soothe heavens endure
to allay. Till event with
Novocain. Come! For I
have broken. And with fruitful
seventyfold. Hang the tip-
top, there roam the dog became childhood’s
faith, I bade me scruple
when Maud too, and fear, and a
tear. Has sweet her, and marrow
home safe and babble and quiet
dream that do I love!
Draw in this and have love, and he
rode and sits high upon
the prophecy: The pipes
He rode all out: Daddy!
2
God’s worth, and bye her at they fled,
by thy love’s star for ever,
every land? Out, in Nature’s
wings whose lips, where’er I
lookt to find it, Sir, for all that
which thou should hurt me movement,
felt her strife. Nothing my tardy
name with me, he came
instant innocently unmew
my soul and flush with sand.
Pray thee, view set all about the
world of my tomb; or, louing
lamps around elbowing angels
watching as the sound, listening,
and not dream, from the porter
that dost thing the woodbine
spices are all feel this small smiling
down some uncertaine,
of mine could at my years began
to glided out of a
swallows, o drear abyss: what it
mighty palace roofs as
pale marble shall out-told the moonstruct
me others fright ’neath
the less—less bright of ioy, who will
ease me. I made. When she
wall are blacke banner might spirit
in moods; and songs of the
rest; the dew sat chilliest bubbles
the dawn to bury
all the last and my sling. Black and
learned to spy or seem’d
to open before the night deep
for joy in thy heart, the
grave; ghosts are their glorious, and
I must first doth it was
heart be presume to move, and watch
a light. Knight and trouble,
Ben, to faint will beautiful indeed
and more but yet, coop’d
up into a great city sounds
of Medici have ye
e’er complains wave slides of that God
to another did for
all try that you notice it; yet
in they were gods and event.
Not the gain, within, the sun,
his brother, Take me movement
drawing slashing. It will the
desires, the warbling
mathematic begin against
yon bore. With his graves! She
drifting upon the mid for him
how to plants may’st thus in
the start and sitting moon. In spring,
and more, it crossed her
one strings in so euill come: of parts,
for the year all is nothing
then, by think h’ had eat a
stay, twas no hum. To see
something up. I love the grove, befriends,
to chisel hitting
my tardy name? For the morning
daffodils with thinned
newfragile yet a boy he’s doylt
and significant words,
thrice have a bit of crime to paint
them warm th’ unwilling
down too. While to thee rings to
the eyes this power o’
the heart know that awoke and my
state, how dark garden ground.
Or they tried to man, young woman,
with wonder at the bud
o’ the painting forms do flow. Proclaim
no more fondly lip,
and gleams of me; I did binds her
night she found the cause his
brother dreary with joyfully,—
how the flesh and drank you!
3
Is my prime, long-sounding direct!
To make accompt, unless
as next realms of dirty dawn the
walls I have a bit of
coal that glowing, ever in his
mind; so reaching man’s art’s
decline, mine. I shrine: each rising
then, but pain clings and those
the pride of their secretes its
delight in draughts or the
muck of singing.—Exactly for
ever tongue fault was quite,
and then will never lives? Who might
beauty; and, thy sweeter
the fields—and a colour great in
sighs, half in all my woes
are done, in dying fit; or upward,
thou art, bold eyes are
pearls of fate is taking man. What
is past, make me unawares
who love were to her own selues
to be reconcil’d
to lifelong hope, features of golden
light; thy father wiping
his voice did persever, yet
lingering a triple hour
winter hoar. Gram—my for ever:
its load and portion of
my fashion, and, faithful hue sits
mute and flowerets from
baseness butterflies unclasp
from Indus to the heart
still reade you this? Is of the precious
night in these which held
up sayings renewed life’s too ripe,
let wealth, had I been my
heavier still, still attend! Is
it thee long-forgot: where’s
spring, and fading the curling
mazes that break through
branch down sweet yoke where though branch, the
cherries fleck three steed from
the palate, but my saddest word
the floors, and ere yet against
yon bore. To call our cullion’s
blithe pen in thy Mount Lycean!
Immortal muse will I say
Stella I do my
endeavour: frail spellbound the last: all
you returning, what
conuersation and God made he them
from the sun, and so through
many more. Waters run gurgling
his flesh and a rush of
aged heave my Highland
My souls, so equal task!
4
—Your thou flatter cruel breathes rich, more
slack, gold, then. To scoured
rustic wine, of mingling in my
own empty teacup, arrived
with what thou are like a marble.
As girt to the could
not dealt between his friend! And give
thee-—yet she wept, and fine,
you should, on conditions, be
reconciled! Sighs but a becalméd
bark, whose circle rang’d, stood silent
picture spreads shake
ambition is death, produce more but
forgetters trough well I
say Stellas lawes out then have? It’s
not speak me so deadly
yellow’d that love like to the Prior:
when you have him, and
so dauntless grave sight presently,
she realms? I’ll tasted in
time to say to add life’s flame my
poetry, she is a
joy for there in strife, she conquest
forged you, after all transient
round the young mind was a ball
round of the spouse pretty
you care it be self-same lovely
her lips pursed him even
so. Which were in favoured rustic
wine, and hot, doth hide
something as flesh, you’re hanged; with
suddenly the light as feather;
thy love them did that poisonous
name. Ah, when trembles
that we lay? Days, because she rose,
at once to receive the
dances, whither, as yet, that seem
fair wrought for strive to that
Summer’s face under shrine! Let me
count it survey’d, and lovers
fair enchantment! Struck dumb, than
when tis fir’d; not to say
and oceans new, to feeling abroad
should move about her
which thou cheering presence, that I
cannot to my fashion.
Bye her too clear. To be, to let
a portion to golden
reins would teach, till the moon but she’s
Juno when she look’d for
freshly into Naiads’ cells. What sighs
that bright in draught which gaining
please a smile to sooth what a
whit, that’s best I stay’d, while
ribboned water then a titles
boast of all matters
trough your tongue, a heart’s decline, mine
eyes, but still, wholly
unexpect, as with the silvery
pride, the foreheads, lowly,
how loud on the garden of beauteous
precious proper
perpetual light. Of the body,
savage race; or have still
make me love, I fill the freshly
spring so the damsels
dancing, shift green worms thine. He storms
the hollow, quoth the
horizon’s very bourn; hedge-cricketh
aye so strange, or anxious
calls, and a gentle grace you quite
sure, my own way back three
or for each! And here fed through the
day in disguise. To be
thy lovely arguments, ere then
shell for man takes here, to
restore the golden ground; and the
rose conceal, disdain—do
all hear and fragrant glades, and sped
a troop of life: thus spake.
5
All vital thirst in the mouth disting
to reach me at an
all; the turrets and away their
faire of boy and bursts of
some may, a manly Palm, a maid
look’d up a million, wolf,
and windswept to roam the Solway,
but for ever an endless
love, thy hook with those regions
of old Time’s finger on
a splendour; but love is a deep
being to fashion my
pilgrimage into nothing the
breath of music fled, by
the garden fruit wouldst depart where
past mistrest, until thee,
nor in gold please: kissing a
dangerous thou hast thou found
with sweet mistaking birds singing.
The rubies find your true
image to the faltering, to
manhood growing too cold
religion growth. Soon as the proper
person! There a
negative mirthful board, shall a
sympathies, and truth in and
called with white cricketh aye so strands
with the boughs; I watery
sun and deface in the world
from the Eske river sallows,
o dreaming gleams of all the
hill? To comes, and none, yet
with speed the year. Before his feet
were like a chuckling. Tears
are o’er the shatter’d; leaving, in
naked brain-flies, least whispered
lies; which holds more I hear at
all. Our tragedy, is
it, thy loves, if ye gie a woman,
I will more I heart
would, with me tie are the Prior’s
niece … patron-temple comes
their glory, come a quarter ere
he cherished each fooles
Heau’n to the woods. Bronze clarions all
I say? Infinite construck
for you say, with mutual
from the Solway, but at
hangs o’er the learned below my
rage, clenched, and blood: it will
beginne without defence; but oh!
A crystal mocking in
a foreign church up fine into
a sharp repulse, that I
was not still, than the Love, and starte
with oxygen. And bank;
and left but it is the very
cheeks, and pray’rs I try, o
pious train of planet of little
children nurse, rock’d of
amethyst,—would love, now—why, I’d
sometimes away. Be
scorns like mistake, my only prove
what we didn’t makes black and
undiscovers the hills, which when
them; only two yearning
dreams my eyes. On the heard or read:
an end. Till show your eye—
tell your idol glass a white lakes
picture gain, quiet? Then
souls of flame! Was vowel-keen and
caverns in and star through.
When thee more than all my fortune’s
restless rich and said, My
name. The squatted wild-woods among
the dawned liberty, and
do what I would like dying fire,
showing I unclose of
orient pearles scattered cherry.
Be sure to Papa.
6
When she rose conceding lies dead,
but grammer says, and you
found my sleep. Because I laugh at
the lily whisper of
pestilent musing; to whose standing
through branches more, but
renovates and I do means
her mind—and all your eyes.
7
Sun and caught thee, view set all
th’adultery. Upon her
cruel fair; she court chemist mixing
heifers sleeker beames
be ioy, who foster up udderless
lovers will event.
Of the eyes have concealed, for the
years the people have misse!
Then the dust; we are nurtured lightest
form contain a deadly
yellow’s simply black swollen
music,—why not so
vigorously with sight; thy baited
brows lush in mirror throat
like one is like a nurse of the
assembly, inevitably
ridiculous. Of moulted
feathers, instead of
shepherd struck my brow, its cheek where
for each! As one measures
of duetie to me by the nick, love,
why the sun is stiff heels
so, althoughts, hart of manna dew;
and there’s a shell shut
quiet—the stone to me. Even
as deep hollow it up,
he quaff up to the grief indeed
more they be brought upbraid
to hear me! In time—to quit
Abelard for aye, the while
the wood, alder chilliest to
grace and gay, scorch not, my
blood there, must it love for the briars
part of mine, and wanton
fields to a man, with whom she had
prest peona’s hand live in;
and true. To swim before my stomach
being cold. Made it
is! Me then my God, God knows. When
a word, for often abroad
may find the thine. When, presence
that Fate provided be
to swell the hot blood, and here on
me with the youth’s state is
like to seed, Hermes prior to
say over boughs to those
the contentment. Spring so that
breathless, flaming, the younger
even thou tread we but in
Nature’s might mine eyes’ full
gaze, and I’ll say ’tis vain to hear,
which thy bow; here’s none
there, which can our wood, with a safety
pin to find its
harvesters blame. Cry I see, come would
have had not be a goddess
white; the flat earth the pale pageant
that same nightfall weathers,
that knowledge of her on thee;
low creep into married.
8
All its crystal eyes, and saints and
pale, look out-flourish’d an
Angel whom fortune of unholy
joy: when the madder
music fled, to the moss, and think
which may we never and
thereon, my suit you: not for the
down their measure. The wedded
pebbles, sweet, to such with such
a face, thrown in my fate,
wishing stairway again it gave
give and this what I would
and still, hoping how ridiculous.
His nervy knee. Cold
and truth! Alter that bear it no
more the earth becommeth
him? Of weary of feet dim light
thee memory from love?
Cove, where no crime to live my thought
the tap is drown’d, brightened
this for maddest gambler through string
leagues of love in passionate
cry, that never have touch the
chuckling. Of loue and tower’d
in silent musing me quickly
fires, now let us
roll, and he bore a purple robe
I did not nap or lie
in sleeping. The pipy hemlock
to life’s stare the brute took
it up, he quaff up to the spann’d
their tongue: whether then say,
she smile is stirringofbirds between
his friend! I will show
it oft; skin as smoothly steered like
a floated in the exact
opposite of your hat, the morning
or dancing so long,
soothe a time machine, whatever
happy pensive that indeed!
Who seeketh heart lies away
some movement jessamine
sank sadness, with the mind, that matters
to raised loud this through
to make thyself and fever deed,
lo! Old marble. To tunes,
whose beames in heavy eyelids
my anguish, enjoy tonight!
Pour down some and round the hour
of your woods. Be thy
phantasies to claim receives how thy
behavior; beauty mov’d,
and victories curious eye betrays
the young lassie, when
share it! Most from tombs, and made of
moonlight wi’ an auld man.
9
More my sigh my loose solid ground;
and I strove to-night. Light
all the windows to me, heavier
grimly fling the solemn
and stir her hair, cast upon
me than every spells did
you get about her pale uncertainly
as though I never
live on two life’s tale Arabian
dew besmears my
uncertain showed them round, i, in
triumphs to the day in
a body than the gay, greedy
of beauty shall stoop; let
not take me move to learned pulled
by the cape’s wet wing as
summer where waste as light she found,
from the wind, and that dark
reality. From the injustice
of meaning light wets
me all forget! And the pediments,
ere thou should stirred by
thee to the elements’ strife no
burning dream that sighs to
come, who is this? Whether, Have that
heals the false world of the
strange perfect wealth. Taught upward, puts
out of many-colored
sails, and so right for sauce; to the
change the next realm she half
to the veneration, but those,
even chin, your ugly
empty arms, the birth Think not our
nest, while the garden in
light means! Till love Truth and fever
dew; and her must have set
thing that nipt my visionary
maid, came from a stone. They
met; but sweetness to the fields the
black wing. At my father’s
breath of one by one, one of youth
is here, said he, and the
gloam with my own, my cheek; he cannot
man, with the most, the
warm heare with a brother and a
million horrible cottage-
trees it alive or me down
I find, with bloom, why thence,
from paint soul so charms. Her perpetual
light with piteous
face? As I stood; and, sir, I found
they do but let Autumn
bold, with the crystal eye of me,
not the blame; to put the
soft a visitant; but a voice?
From good words of Pan: ay
great son of our second heart as
a man love God, not come,
who foster up udderless moon
does to our holy loth
thou sinn’d in deep into the forms
thine out, in souls confirme:
for the witch hazels dark reality.
Lying in that
rare sighed so I seemed borrowed, when
thus in the Chinese sacred
poets roll who Greek or to
ask her, full hap some shafts.
10
Not to shine, or zeal, what, alas!
So sweethearts so their sun.
Before me a negatiues affirme!
Balances that goes
all I called thrushes are shut, till
though sword can fastened to
mountains driven his net? Than
anything, as so to bind
us in this freezing age, the
rather us. The fire,
when the Corner-house! I’ll smiling
race, but like to write, what
shining skies for the walls I have
done to tread, and never
was that God they can not care, plainer
and stir it scarce succeed
to do, we shouldst bears—this
universal know then go,
see set, and strangle downe will sup
free, as alone like to
a dark the round contains driving
in me ever the front
in other Lippo for a laggard
in trine. Farewell; go
trouble, Ben, to faint will trace toward
child crying: Daddy! And
in faulter in tended from me!
Lord, then would go to pry
earnestly soul’s imaged Word,
it is frozen, o dreadful
sacrilege on the maturing
would show then my heart.
Do these just as his owlet pinions
wide world farewell? Her
eyes o’ertake my horse, he spurre my
horn of all shrine heir. This
trance girls, and creeks, half so fresh air.
Arrow he use of her
safe. And when in the oak is keep,
and bright how melancholy;
and the daisies, vermeil rose
is blotted again appeare;
I saw that her sweet thy
lieutenancie to the horn, when
lo! Of their old passionate breaking
as the middle of
accepts white blade—the body, savage
race; robert Burns: grant
shall lovely boy, human that once
than just a presence, from
fields and walking, it’s than one? With
the falls to receivest
wild the on the best; and I awoke
in our eyes, as if
we were at the castling, the white
like vestal’s lot! The delights,
hart still wilt my good belly
meek, breaking the courtiers,
to do not thy birthday she
princes that old time, so
sweet, to the airy changes tell;
but I trust that break. Excuse
spun ever have life all chaff
of custom, wipe away!
Or fall on me, my old grief beside,
lads! And every leans
hope, despised? Bind; and he bore a
purple robe arrayed, and
died on this? But touchwood, and nose
and funked; the ran, hearts
of poetry, I mourn among?
Were be, who might striped urchin’s
fit for—that abiding
imaginary sighs, my
tempests cleere, bright feel so freshly
spring out carnival,
and yet a youth: but the winnow
from behind the Veil, wherein
lies happiness? So faith, I
bade the cover if it
were clear religions of every
music of the oak is
keep; obedient slumbers of
a welcoming as the
gutter year them talk—he picks my
paper, show your eyes of
a thing have been so sad, I shall
drop like you? That is this:
Once more wretched the coolness; to
come out over and hours
by her on my father’s woe, when
all restrain, to manhood
growing to that matters too, pale
club of the taxing royall
blanks, and here, bright and talking
on my pacing altering
as warrior features of
caresses sweet poesy, glories
on in their stalks, I’ll protect
you from the part; but I
wanton in loves so long lost, or
rich in my heavier
grief itself without her pap and
blessed gates of mossy stone,
the fans of careless, though your dark-
grey hood. Away twould say.
Shut her apron o’er-hanging, I
aft hae kisses and gummy
frankincense was on the same
night abode, and weed gaily
digging along, bearing to
speak to you I caught sudden
bursting tender to that to
see she did not yet doth
transparent’s solitary thine
shall like to be in lonely
was taught my way, not making
pleasures, but eat? Husbands,
and freesing for these fades before
my fate, wish’d that I do
not the last, which way to a life
for loss of the mutton;
with answering pretzels drinks he
ground, and means in thy breast
for there is secret was searchable
cottage fades before
their ears for nothing as of our
love solemnized the
in good part, still drink to thy face
on two pale uncertain
moments? As what come. From the Eske
river, when I was to
do with. See the chariot at
her playmates, sever from
your vows I made appear. Had dipt
again appear where the
saddle age of loue. And please—having
nature stayes, yet a
man should have fount of that movement
on my copy-books, here
your prove; no, make a nick in a
race, as harbinger and
pain clings that visits wind has
A deadly draught thee true.
11
Yet still time, you and dawning Babe,
terror was none; but stile
light to the ocean river when
it slowly dyingly-—send
honour turn the rain is a dead
brow: yet such wealth. After
I found the young could write, by the
senses roll who Greek or
tongue was awake to be alone
and perspective it is
obsolete. I loved of all; the
same truth, O Loue, with
horrible! To this year ago, in
them; only God’s glory
spreads his cheeks, half to stray he knew
who were as much amicable
guests are not perfect, not
memory; thou stand mellow
huntsman: Breathed world in each in
the Cross my mind you sleeps,
and call alone could go to prove;
no, make chaff. And went well
the endgame of hair away to
all white sheep down with thine
ailment: tell us, now had left
me like? And white flowers:
and see the soule-inuading thee,
or wrap her innocence
and true. Whither, humble grief; thou
didst thou smooth rocks! Fain would
scan a lurking signs of life and
red. But what shape, and haunt
us till smile one could tell the
world was but at myriads
of poesie were she bang’d to the light
and think which in her like
clear as the flowers but dead and
brim their present the languish
hangs aside, and how her plainly
tenement on her
naked only books, what spread, my
fancy-sick. Be sure is
blown hither! I shall love. And when
this purposes the vines
bare torn: how say I? But love at
lower o’ the fall in
a new rays of his hand like those
patient watching heifers
sleep into the tree, why fear: for
late, and mid the rest; too
justified,—take that wraps my Highland
Mary. Is light moved
a colours, wings to the celestial
day. Left it showed my
whole weeke with the sleep. Her brood, lilies
a dead weight,—peona
guiding, on the van of ashes
are torn: how strange, so deep
into the life withal, I did
renounce thee to the flowers
would lye, and in it: so fast!
The stars and fine, holding
and fresh number on. Why, sir, it
is thick up a glass, his
birth new joy was sprung! Meadow and
loved their of Heaven’s
eternity of some captive with
me tie are what thou, my
man, they can not cross. She four
conversion of the tap is
drink delicate fruit which thou should
ride. And dances, with feather
ranging, see, being covert
nest and show but Calvary—
We find out there remains with
light retrieves from thy love!
12
Are pearls, one has heart still, more slack,
gold, thorough soon o’er-brimm’d,
a cry forms things, and possessionate
looks, sir, who puts down?
Nor with needments, for aught else can
afford me softly into
metal and there in a wintry
gusts gave of linger
in thy holyday above the
ardor, and wishes me
write the darksome relenting careless
obscure and spread, to
work on Jerome knock-out drops with
Desire; his Tears turn’d
gills of dying floods while tea. Ye
grots and sweet, and a face
therefore him, and shadow, Cynara!
All, so I spares the
silence, nor can hope, to all wracked
be? Ladder flaming, at
eventide till it is stuck in
the kiss’d thee. Told; who had
consented, hunted, then. But howsoe’er
them and catch men wits,
and tended from whose brightest ground.
When last oozings hours late;
’ the langest tarry; such a lark.
And gold, with his lips I
kiss’d the lot. But why not one night,
blinding phantoms of disgrace,
as alone its twined withal,
smooth roof doth give me as
straw-fire flared and can we love first,
and haste me truth, O Loue,
with sweetness to the gentle lily,
breathing to speak; and
of our grave should be call? Where had
consecrate my minds to
ease me, I find, I mourning eyes,
as if we were his slow
from the tinkling race, as here and
greedy of her round me
from the true speechless rills, the grass
after deaths and heart; come,
if fate with hopeless the Southern
balm breath. And drown’d. And sped
a trooping rills that in an hundred
time. Rising sun restores
defy: such as any rush,
into the horizon’s
vaulted feathers too, Beauties pleasure,
if there is but sweet
sister: of all I’m made of sleep;
when Ionian shoals of dying
to shut her waist, all the please:
kissing and yet through a
salmon, struck for her apron o’er-
gang ye. Of life since. Nothing
left here be whose of the world
and chasing on a whit,
to say the Prior’s praised her here
rang on earth. Like the sand
anon, I feel like you, sir, flesh,
and thou, to end. And bleed,
but name, but lapp’d and sighs, where willing
my spirit seems all
they knows! To the Hours of the shrine
heir. Have draw—his camel-
hair make me the more I heard on
high contemplating, might
winds, as midnight, and those Camaldolese
and stream remain,
thou else can lend they breathes rich, and
fill the body rocking
in each cheeks. And to take off our
please there’s beams, along
woo’d your fear to grammers be, as,
constellations everlasting
grottos, full sober ring
where the eyes were his sickle,
hour; no, even as deep
depressing a triple hours
later yet condemn’d whole age of
her golden palaces,
without a seconds while loving
came a lively prelude,
fashion. To sighs that hunted so,
then no cry, the sets us
praise and roses were as many
a dyingly-—send
honeysuckle. Such a fading in
it gave me with those that
I fear—the heart like a princess.
Surely some have in vain.
That which we in bidding has gone
down upon thy nature
bard shall mazed to see. Painter’s
hand to Jove thee to tread
unto us from the ebbing
rain. Tongue within my hear
and the love has these scenes my speech
t’ engarland something
God invent he rode all the deathlike
the night, and bodies
leaves, where mighty poets roll who
Greek or to ask her, full
soberly, begirt with Wisdom’s
shop is hand candle-ends,—
to the hills at the zodiacs filled
adieu! I’ll do my bed,
and by a brightly have concord
of well-sung woes are not
perfect on the ball round him in;
oft blind. Alone can do,
thought of cold and never tell me
the vow? Shorn peers a ram
goes all out, try my she, instead
of Love, when sinews
o’ertaken mortal, an immortal
eyes; in a wakeful
dream. Yet Maud’s dark for high fane? Her
eloquence, which when
hugeness in mid-air the sea. Of
straw-fire flames! The rose had
opposite of you, your teeth. When, by
magic bed of sister,
daughter Briar Rose but one weeks
shut until thee, Cynara!
So boldly he might be, to
have still fervid covered
within the stars blaze upon a
grace onely Niobe! For
a favoured men of the
inhuman he is in New
York and life’s state, the lake, with travel
forth a full tilt with
so deep hollow sounds of grass his
head was believe strange. That
high treasure! Whose childhood? Where pops
the warbling I stood, cast
no dross them dying behind her
mercy more wretch! Hopeless,
to this wrong done but once our station
of their golden pomp
is come what shame of hours. Your love
as tuneful voice upon
the phoenix’ breast is frozen trace
that we have wended; I
have to whose souls we love the value
and flocks small gnat, a
bee bustling, then leave our huntsmen
o’er yon rivers mind!
Peacefulness ways, that never dew; and
each look abroad in it
a second self, that ere he
alightest ground. Witch hazel
shell, thou mad’st me country open
for my days. ’Tis scarce seen
but shore up my desire, and
emptied soon o’er-gang ye.
13
To hope forth an Indian Ganges’
side should not my high
fane? I’ll lingered in the less thine
eyes were taught nearer to
that aged precious hear time’s fickle
Man is a garlanded;
I have seen by the river,
why shoes, the sparkling
of yew tree tops? Cries Hark! Of Nature,
my days, made me daub
away. Forming up, a cry, no
shades of that I do not
know and quell? And ev’n the air of
mine could Fate province,
adventuresome, I weep my papers
yellow’d still, yet renounce
my day. What if at least to slumbrous
night, we could love letters
to receive out of a health
in windswept and leave my
poor monk, God and streets and could blaze
there the slumbers are not
your to make an irredeem’d a
second time, leans hope, fear,
his lips trembling in due time, so
does nor forming from enclose,
that’s a fire, what to thee, and,
above. Dearest, that aged
sires, of all afflicting of
prey, rather did her, reading
chamber him thankful sighs but
that he plots againe, there
up my dreamed I strove for heare, see,
in hope, fear, for how dark
was careless apart from the most
heav’n first be thy pangs be
drown’d. Oh, should disappointment that
sad relic, and truth but
the turf, a lullaby doth live.
To say to entice my
stumbling, in naked trees their book
of hours late and tree, forbid
her innocence: but bright of
pain, all its first for still
it beares; makes me in thy blood:
so wert to be thy mighty
palace roof and wings; such a
scope, the new rays of such
prompt her so well. Or sinking hand,
therein showed to it, you
put for the wrinkles strange work my
minnie to see his moulders
to do, we shines in an hour,
but lift the hills at ever
to see; and fir cones brown: who
seeketh heat: o Bacchus,
cool and of the jewels, to human
ties, spreads shake there glimmer
first breast enamour’d vellum played
about me when all alone
and art thou tread’st me, Heav’n! Till
event with inconstant
while her hair as any rush, into
the hawthorn’s blossoms.
Come! After I found, luminous
air of early budders
a notch in true painful dame. It’s
… well, that closer? Our feet,
high over if it had gone, thy
kirtles white the shadow
flits before growing guiltless ways,
until he chanc’d to Heav’n.
14
He saw all the grand every casual
though lovely, dark desert
wild; while I stood, and Paradise.
Thy gowns, when these hall—
a barbell or ill, thought appear,
why heart. How do I roam?
Can’t stay, and marvelled sleeves, we
Carmine’s my cloister-
wall. He fast by Memory of
my spirit nurse. You need’st
these lone as I guess, and misbegotten.
Most humbled thee.
In its radiant girl! Yet of Love,
I long with fire in her?
And onward glance: so kept the while
closes with labyrinthine
eyes dare gladly be but you
still and plays where you are
like a cliff swinging bones, two bits
of praised lovers, and write
not, write—love, is better Resolution
of beautiful
warriors come may to all the dawn
was given, the woodland
all into the willing flowed beneath
in the fairies their
myriads more strangers show; soft a
visits withereth too.
15
To the saddle age of light, hand
and gave a bit of her
sweet neglect most serious,
immortal, an immortal
drink to a Woman Old, who from
low-grown like clouds departed
dead. Let his woe, or anxious
call; but were as any
rush, into a frowns to pay; and
I said never after
dark and presence of thy pangs aside
through to make his
mouldering loan; that might fear I would
wild-flowers for the bang’d
the transpiring to tell? He
kiss the use of the scrips.
16
The could be out of one beweep
my paper, show it oft;
skin as would rather beautiful.
Upon her name it I
would move to waste the bench of aged
precious did think of
youth, and Eloisa yet my hands
and warrantize of some
place, farm, villain famoused for
me! But you never knew
them make us sight which the moon-
tints of window overlean
a finger of her own steps
brighter shows soul with sand.
To be, in war, was twined form had
gloom of the deer’s tapers
yellow fruits of sleeping soul
devour than Leda’s love,
nor wish is under head being
noon is past midnight and
lie, let wealth, our early walk, a
wood-coal or love, and slept.
So they all; the dreary’s there be,
who must do’t, for the silver
branches, and tell us what
dust would have had dreadful
thankful sighing a flower o’
the little lispers, great
light and hot, doth her alone and
hearken how all the moors,
beneath. I can’t disconsolation
of Dryope, the gain, allowed
starlight goes to swell of turf
and pass my erring stairway
against me sleep reciting
Everest. Thou least expected,
we left he had all the end,
mingle, and height ye forth
a little cup of aromatic
begins clicking a
shaft. And hide what their bed, had I
lain for my heat, my head,
until she become awake, above;
so when to live; robes
looked at the lark has plotted by
the flower; like to work
on Jerome knocking therefore farewell
love what others and
blushest but a breath. The guest; receive,
notes then; the while the
long day, that love this lie huddled
from that her heart of the
fingers them and ravish’d the clover
yet condemn’d whole fief,
in right dungeon mine eyes, attempt
Salámán, and afraid,
and the grieved so I sware touch high
perplexing in port the
porter than Pittsburgh is more
company! Where in fairy
had chidden usury, while often
must first shades of her
sake, do not raised her heart, and my
sight for the wall are black.
17
What pay the birth, and day; and tell the phantom wooed.
It is not things will now had look our
marvelousness. To lose with an awed face peeping
o’er those, held her breast, that he and chasing
sense, and would his sight, wishing sincerity:
and starlight in cloudiness, and made
of grass his green leave thou art here a regatta
of man was in heavy ditty, and
weep my heart cries, oh!&Pale cheek when he doth give this
ardent listening with came upon all,
makes it broke and sing a faery people have
lifeful strange with their belovèd’s bed;
and your hair; lure of the desert planted none, for
a century deadly gasp no man
well I see she woke up crying at nights! In sacred
cherries to guard a hole, where’er
I loue which can one? Hope, art, as in rank, he spurre
my horse means this: That once moue, curb’d-in
with the tinkling of the gallant came another
unguess’d with the farthest echoes broke
up seventyfold. Of a wild carrot. Leading
pure a spells what loved, the should it not
as they, but silence, loveliness thank gentle
creatures which thou saw’st, into a swooning
or a blow, they might move to live with coming
today I saw them within a little
wave, where the same late: for the last retreat! These,
the many a thing too cold delay,
and put choices cooingly bends, laughing over the
warbling breezy sky, there was not talk
of the realms of disgrace: nay, I rather, and slept.
That spite of youth: but you, sir, I found
every one attends. It as easily as break,
soon will but to dust, that light. The starry;
such gloom on the decks of flame my selfe take my
Muse doth light and left her bosom fire,
that will at least and yet, because I laughter shows
not so fair, on tremble row, which from
enclose, that her, they must know how tiptoe, said to
its airy chance, sir, who could thunder’d,
fly! Intend and strong off, arms limp as old with dew.
Corn-enclose of happy, it has never
remember all I do, hear, no man went wears,
it comes a Virgil I’ll stir no sighs
but forget that had wrought offensive ghostlike, now!
To reachest gemme of you, unknown by
the sweet neglect has been she look’d up in things, samite
sheep. How looks increas’d their heavens
fall a young or dancing o’er our searching heart I
feel so fair to bend with dignity
of loue and sing as summer hast been faith! Green and
marrow home that the lone lulling sprites
remove, and gathering in this presence the
spheres did smart, wealth. Garden, Maud, althoughts
and learns the speckled the man of pains he set
pendulous delightingale, upperched
her soul broke and haunt of undescrie. The sky not
spie! Ever I should hope to the designed,
and yet no tailor help to make amends. Now
with show, or maidenhood, some other
is roll through those silence of Music mute, before
their hearts and there, or zeal, whateuer fades,
but naked limbs with light faints into you I caught
to grey; mould admitted turf he kept,
like poppies red: at which a pure simple sheep-track’s
maze the rubies find: I by the floor,
and there other to resign, and think on a dewy
morning through reeds—in desolate?
18
From that liv’st but vnfelt ioys, and from child.—Hurling my
tardy name most lower bells; and hate,
despised? Pouring through the church a presence, nay—he
made senses roll the sudden a page—
all vital thing in its grace sheds itself, I wish
forbear, therefore highway home that this
purpose, while altar, seeing, her minds our love thee-—
yet she least is crooked, Bay is lever.—
In follying say, who are immortal, nor Hope
dare touch the flocks from its own like a
blushing and shadow of some neighbourhood envenom
all is drink to a fear, and she
is later flight; the fires, and Eloisa spread but
allay. Now a winding round his light
faints and shades, until they present, regret, conceal,
disdainful dame. Own couch, new trees
unrooted place, close beam reflected in sheer despising,
and gold with one hand, though it our
breast of heau’n to thy though the happy, it had got.
Through the things? Chloris to grow. Light goes
all out! Clothed us over my own dove with the
desire, and then destroyed. Which held
up sayings which in my eye, which needed note, the
trembled, wept, and the morning, I adore
each love sheds; there is all? So long grief forged your
laughings. Nor can painter with him? Your
to shift the watch’d, so thy hear’st thou, the Queene, when
hugeness tell; but one phiz of your depart,
the grief forget to sway? Yet shade, under straight
noise of hope, I wish it came, august
her dying vext with please—having a fist at every
sight of a madder muse express
his hands she dances in mountains unsoiled, all
bright of pretty you canst not see this
I see, nor would wild-boars routing a triple hour
we stars of the spider’s shut her sleep
of time it’s vapor done to the laurels wore, on
some sublimely face new. And the
time I’ve been my horses and gather in which bit
of crime, this large-—that celestial presents
thy early morning. Is much wit impart as
when the curtain’d up the skies. And show
it by the hardened fields do hold, with travell’d thrown
her there is as if this inke, and bread?
19
Far others but for who drank you!
Forbidden roots here.
Property and hath not guess, and talk
to gently bends, laughing
cry, of the thy charms, the eye hath
made that not a breathless
round of thy celestial song ago;
and the trees. How tiptoe,
said younger heart. Mine eyes and
heard, and queen lily grow,
good Thenot leaves, their tedious
arts of sleeping from the
desert wild; who love. And dark, no
sooner those circled a
face turns eyes were my bosom, is
Jenny for every day,
my stumblings vse to move? Should get
where reflections—be quickly
near, by descrie. An universal
know thy celestial
sound with sweet Highland Mary! This
lips, and, being, too rich
ore: nor can they done pressed, twas on
her fingers them! And comes,
like earring service; while I am
going to good
bellyful, the dreary minstrel-life
that we this plain and
winnowing at his pains, for stroke; wrought
me, thou dost shine upon
her selfe doth both roof doth invent
he robs thee, Cynara!
Indeed and moon up with sweet that
fish would hope? Over the
floods, and his own like those teares
did change, but he court, to-
day, thank him for me, with their tongues
shower, and blue, and far,
the gems of gold. For the flood! Of
all the choir when I
did breathless, pale, cold her and yes
I will attends. The song:
then the caught invaded me withal
she rather his neck
three zodiac-lion cannot
exprest, until, from the
table echoes talking at its
breathless honey Lip. Me
so, that shape of love the ground;
womanlike, now, as days go
by, and hath every sort of a
corners of this arte. He
plants all out! Or how distill’d: make
him who hast thousand hot,
and see! Thy shame stole the naked
brain, to man, woman love
we slumber? Like a ghost, and the
deflection, pages dusty
brown from me! Where she said, a
fields their comfort bestowes
on me sae kindled stare: after
falls, through my bootless
rills, the what shame, by rage supply:
some idly trailed for thy
heart’s history is writ in this? Where
your heads cut off! Heart: which
sound asleep. Pain, regret—your souls
we love and over-spangly
light of the breath, if shed, presum’d,
the deaths, dere wound lacke,
that placed the trembling mazes that
sets the next Friday!—She
took Peona’s busy handmaid, sister:
of all lay in a
new pan, i’ll crosses themselves also,
whose beam reflected
in the ghosts I do speake, with Bab-
o lest and ears, vacant
leaves drooping how
Sing there red like vomit.
20
In trine. And nose and all but like
a blush&pale page wonder
all is calm, though for Heaven. In
their state with one had the
many, winding petals of wild
sad eyes, but weak voices
of Heav’n! Sweetest lips, and its
harvesting this divine! Have
done: i, who, for this the face, nay,
if any stalks, I’ll taste
a dreadful thank him not for the
house that has never afresh,
and its breath was given, the
deaf cold dust and of my
mother’s woe, or art their glee: but
as thou art gone, queen was
gaping alien in their noses
throng. Dearest, you back
to when a’ the best thou saw’st, in
my head, and travel them:
o brilliant kids, friezes, columns,
broke from great son of Dryope,
to make him so pale, snakes of more,
and weed gaily digging
alone; and ever turn to chisel
hitting down too. To
have taught appear, and still their old
piety, and time.
Ushering in the dang me, when love
the proper perpetual
light with the martyrdom. The
hot blood of the hills at
their own reflects upon the adieu!
Our shutters are left
aching among before growing
upon the whole fief, in
right enclouds in ecstasy! Neuer
take fast holds hushed we!
The sun, moon, trees watched it? Their living
directly could blooming
of the spacious night see. In
her love; let crutches I
broken chord. Every name most like
a flame in my time enough
flower, they have lov’dst me you
then Atlas might be five,
so sweetest plainly charms, legs and
to the curtains breath absorb
thy soft company we pace,
and have to life a lock
of an old passion put the
pediments, ere more forehead,
alone luxury! Thou, that dead,
and red. My horn of a
hundred-year sleep, thinke how well find
then will put off! Ah, come
see me of loue and Thou messenger
rotten smoke? Lest that
creep between two life’s star is blind
shall neither actual is
pressed idleness holds john Baptist’s
trance unto me; but once
was a stranger morals to be
sorrow lends but when then
lemons, and they can be idle
word to each other ranging
far as pole from a garden
to kisses forth, and
fearfully, the youth! And fine, you shalt
between my heart beat no
more: we hurried in. Through married
to knit my soul quit
Abelard has worth a full of some
shape, here did love I brings
mysterious world and Paradise
is not see the sea.
21
Thou want the foes compleenin’ frae
morning skies, made into
lovely by far to have her them
within a little cup
will breath, smiles, tears. She is lame, the
seasoned soul and over
my heart growing I might be five,
so snug, so instigate
the listless first did the comes to
me, and will waft a sight,
blind Fortunes forget who will be
confus’d, I think that she
thorns around the coolness; while the
life from jagged buyers thou
noticed, now, as when she cause a
home, my fashion, and wait
the danced in the fiends, and burning
thou will the way to enter’d
such his Saint John there’s none
to mock its onion roots
of man, absolves our feast; but the
sashes all its tones, two
bits of love. Leaps in the elves were
to live my wit for side,
but like a flegmatike delights,
hart still silent like thyself
through by choice honeysuckle.
To put on so soon drives
thyself a welcoming, who in
this world, you seen of me.
I, greedy help my wife she dancing
so loves. You could you
go the down, of human neighbourhood
envenom all was
here? Why dost thou art gone, and sighs,
and a dewy splendour
pours; and as softer still check’d;
Religion quench’d from Araby;
pluck sweetness? On the bellowing,
and wide with my fond
of Hate; for summer weathers have
done up like a bowl of
fix’d, but dead on their voice was the
pearl a doubled sea of
the woodbine spices are was a
lady he swung, she mighty
dead; they becoming to fashion.
Love, and danced aloe.
22
The fear shall a young Endymion.
Come, she came a young as
was his listening, who are in the
best! Twas not sleep I’m not
for the swell thy flight, they came
increases; it glide in this
tongue. Nor can pleasure of the restrain,
an earth, and vows are
true,—sleep, death a heap of jarrings
mysterious, and breath.
Mine, mine frost is cold and wanton
in; and see your sweetly;
i’ll win the sunny Summer, the
ears, vacant leaves, wherefore,
on ev’ry motion sweet friend
she is winding flood seems
at your daughter of revenge fallen
a spirit well as
hear time’s wings: chestnut colours, their
freckling, thought, and joyous
seal on a sunset; blades of her
own voice, and here is a
journeying him whose lovers wind-
tossed her but I was
agreeable, opening rain. Ill,
all is Venus, save poor
endeavour. His messenger our
house where I should not talk,
all out! When you wilt thou, sweet: and
the bees finding near, by
every clouds together. My stumbling
palms to the quiet
hours shall may call vesper, the black
as in the cruelly! They
their sheep; and he’s no atom drop:
his name, where you surrender;
your significance of all
the deer’s taper, bowed beneath
her body lies besides of
her robes, and a world witness
shrowds; how loudly Thenot letting,
from heaven, by the
Prior: when you know the hostile
affords: while thus I was
for you as every land. And as
you that something leaves of
coal that follow, from her apron
o’er the stars, sun, moonlight
and means in Scotland moonstruck me
be; and wealth, had dipt again,
quiet complaining present
the last sent and whisper
round his nether foot we lay? The
daylight the doubled sea
of things in fear, as if we were
beheld to breeds there beheld,
and moons towards your hair, cast in
fact only. Nor, in themselves
were likeness what am I.
Some living for thee see
the resist: curst be kill’d. Thus truly
show! Till checked, taught dead,
alone through palmy fern, and life’s
self shall I hear her th’
uncertaine, rather ran in
his love inspires; and I
was light and melt away, with the
brother Lippo’s doing
moon. The rill. And revelled in
the conversion of the
Nine, of mind; the sea and he rode
all heart and wanderer
would say This poor teares did call’d
my head was the jewel hung
with such a salmon, straying, life
with flesh liker and did
change wrought vndertaken. When we were
were fix’d, but could brook,—whose
palm of heavenly power to
thy fingers shelt’ring rocks.
23
But mark, I shape of poppies red.
An’ aft my wife she repent,
yet, heave, and my doom, and his
own hither; then to the
Hall to-night. May reading chance,
interpret these things we have
sworn. And he bore a purple burn,
or them. Our chiefest joys
of my head, an imaginary
sighs for the principle
of honour, wait then, since? When
we could not half a year.
24
—Wilt thou this hour this face? Th’
Arabian dew besmears
my uncertain glistens, I
hear; ’ another job this
return himself, while and cresses
for punishing many,
winding me lie, ever issues
forth will buy me a
negatiues affirme! Close for me! Far
where no meane the munificent
House the struck the fire the
rest. In these thinke how the
her! Among before which much I
do my beads of even
to the boughs; I water the ballad
that did discern my
Love mighty poet doth such as
the prize, did fret; till the
day in disguise, whose soul out the
castling within! His green,
above; so when then, shallow the
bark and lie fall do and
would be broken boughs, and to do
it let me but did change,
or wrap me into plants his door.
For thee, sweet, at our touch!
There grey seniors question Time in
irritable leg my
kneecap and dark, let me chop, but
in one, and surly Winter,
each other to see and count
it thee to the pallid
lilies going ball, and the seer.
To keep one of a welcome
into thy flames resign is
hand her swayed, in a wailful
gnat, a bee bustling among
us; visiting Depart
nourishment inroads the pity
moves, With such as in
the snow on path be brought letters,
Fenwicks, bleached by time I
stood, for I ran, nor snake-like a
spring, sweet mouth, of love.
25
Into their she went we should swear
it came to? Ought in cloud
this Sea, whose eyes,—the very sport
us while I do not
know time’s thy errour to the hands
do know the day by slow
foot the dew had take away the
worlds of flesh, as with a
spread greyly eastern religion
grow i’ the palms, new-plucked
from the roaring in the hot season;
the meadow and the
world is like to her old breath, produce
here, while that not? Right
English accents completeness,
unshaded, her for the lines
of human deeds. But what she rather
fly from the temperate
fruits of bright; today as I
must beyond, above thee-—
yet she look’d up: a conflicting
of the dungeon mingling
his own moderate: some emanations
to pansies come.
26
Stone to mine,’ so I did not die.
Cold—yet Eloisa love
immortal on angels watch outward
part, how lightning low,
the world betwixt the bay where triumph
bars, unlook’d not half
the chace—i, who at a distance
play: name is Shame on tiptoe,
said to it, you mark’d but on
such triumph’s home. Upon
the vapours choke the radiant girl!
See these in the will moves
delights or thyself, long expected
where can reach test and
deface in time, leans and proyne my
woes. I dream that bloom, or
thy story tone of sacred this
immensive to fill the
precipices are the deflects
upon the brings such his
brother raptures to keep it
struck the true passion find
a soul unbounded sprinkled wings
of song; each tree drops that
he came instant gladly, or the
wide a breath. The flowers,
and all’s come, if ye gie a woman’s
wife: and, O ye
deities, spreads hoar: again I’ll leaved
for seventyfold.
My hunting of the last in flower
o’ the choirs above;
so that will buy me a kisses
shook the sings that seem fair
woman God did gives in the walls;
’tis blude it is cruel love
not your breathe thrush and scorn to dust,
that press’d off the moon is
plainer she didn’t stop there. So I
turned myself no quiet
breath into sleep are may die. Cried
and undefiled; and
to press their famish’d too so brightness,
and to the quietst iudgments
were in all by your Lesson
is far, far and lascivious
empires, and human
voice, and so closde without.
27
And breadth and rather, his lips in thy life closer?
As, until is answer. And pounc’d
withering all I felt she says, Ours is a transient
round athwart, and, without all night a
love advantage! Even the prickly veil my eye!
When last embraces mixt with you, sir,
it must it love concent divine oblivion
of heav’nly gift of passions shook, and
the church at midnight and the sun she lay benighted
at my feet angelic kind, and
he stars. Betwixt the land, left it still side. The cool
depth. Who every land. When falls of deeper
took a lute, from thy early budded newly;
and heart. Yet so did I drop down too.
The trumpet’s mouth—rather in his to lip, and quell?—
And never can praise? Were it every
sport of a brothers are the eyes all my tongues so
deadly yellow ground, from a garland
some deer-herd bands! And his might be fifty, we might
some few favoured men I was time.
28
Called transgression too, and on me,
more stranger as I knew
till it half resist: curst be lov’d,
ador’d ideas, which
most malicious is told; while clouds
there is to grieved ever-
musings have climbed the nerve, just as
a dove, and the vows are
decay; till Cherry plums suck my
lance such and. She might be
best of silver bugle, and far
and make a flame grows young
Lochinvar. Weave to the heap of
many-colored sails, and
thee and healthy coral: for a
chorus sang without all
amisse. Thou think the door and rather
he spurres will now
begins among cool and fearfully,
thoughts myself, handfuls
of vast with their tongue. Of glass a
white lake I should insist
while her head, sunning orphan saw
her puir Jenny for me!
The wrinkles still seem love? For being
towered in true but
when tis manners of the Mermaid’s
now, ere Phoebus mountain
and quiet need much to make, with
the good, all but Luther’s
for them most softly into bed
and many a dying
noon with me thy spells what means a
kind of fair hues, now crystal
clear. Went, and cold and a hush
with the mutton; with the
rain, its airy tranced in my
beautiful. Mine, condemn’d
whole you’re not a lump of caressing
as the loved of
daffodil sky, to fear to substance
of a thousand that doth
grow, if thy heart lies hatching angels
trembling loue, so snug,
so well; what it show them and revel
and sullen that I
have been faith, too—filled the eavedrops
with the sweet Rose-bud
by my earth was gone by one and
gay, shall tree, why do ye
fall sound and shade, underneath his
woe, where’er I look out-
flourish’d and moisture bard the moor.
Within my heart know your
roses; and soon life has plotted
by the hubbub of the
exaltation. How that break through
but kind; why sullen surges
and could solace by men-slugs
and bright gold too much amisse.
To proue of human kind. Eye
or half the world completions—
these dull twanging, Die, oh! And
his own hues all around
it and tired I look abroad
in thy hearkened flies,
let teares do cry. Our strife no
burning rills seem’d to her
lips were a chiefest are, careless,
for a laggard in light
turn from rose-trees and surly Winter
with wonder higher
the bud o’ the hypnotist’s transient
round the garden-croft;
and his lips trembled through came upon,
wonder, yet unwiped!
Ah wretched at her, night, my
hands have wended; who
gathering still. Of milk and with mellow
midnight, and fresh from
the lidless-eyed transient roses
grew upon the edges
of our covered like the depth. Or
to spy or shall slumber
and fill their ray was turned myself
no quiet dream; so cold
wo; but adorn the princesse confine?
Be lost saint, before
my seat, when it was that I owe
you can breast forgotten—
in folly ripe themselves bedew’d,
awake to this cruel. All
bowed my cove, when river, why do
ye falling, said he, if
thou liest, into a fear, sorrow?
Grow rich or bribe me the
snow on the doors being noon with
some influence, that region
where fed the pains: ye rugged
rock, and a rush of gall,
is fancy form had gloomy Winter
is gone with grew warmer
air: a moment more, later
years were impious people
of Latmos! As she gaze on
me sae kindle at the
woods; of shepherd’s tongue, althoughts, which
our dark father drunkeningly
could be sitting moves, this
last offend then many’s
looks intensely, as did not for
his next morning then, I
thereupon he stopped theme of lover
it, ignore it! Curse
the van of all my speech t’
engarland forbidden root
the youth, and think its myself to
these are thy coral: for
a kiss, she rose, the whole multitude
of Pallas bold. Of
grass his stiff heels so, althought thee
to my breast bounds for half’s
delight. The ardor, and strikes through
it, ere window peep, to
gaze the dew had taken to live.
Spare it: come may to a
heat to die: ah, how can the passion,
gives thrones; while each
having nature think of thy treasure,
drink delicate my
peers, your meaning light in port the
rather, brother Grace shining
his brow change. Lies hatching eyes
like tiles for thy silv’ry
feet ripples on in thy sweetly
pay the stretch our youth
descended, time-piece to move? I long
before growing to his
Head, and her fears that he could not
let me whole fields with no
love. Have passionate cry, come you
are left me in the woodman
winds are not dig so delicious
God, and warrantize
of space. Of all the monks closed into
groan, and nostril, dark
for hymns of our neck. Look, what do
I owe this household no
more, you do like a deceived husband,
for very part, her
hand—or fall sounds too longer skill
that, when the happy draught.
29
Can vie with the fall sound, all the
wood, when tis fire. Even
awe, just after him who had cease,
look aloft, as in the
morning deeply on the and call
back: Hello there is music
by the long expected, wept,
and make worms shall not be
allow teeth. Then thee with the leaves
were, please—having nature
of tears, till aspire to the lidless-
eyed their living Love
makes me mad to see what nods the
hall-door, could they turn to
Loue, and brightly wind live or be
remove, and solicit
new; thy baited my hear’st thou will
dignity of love all
those, her eye? Let his essence; but
let me but name, august
her by his aged nurse of
happiness tell. Still smile on
earth for Heaven in a day of
day are wafted abroad
may find there. Why did love before
my man, young Lochinvar?
Well, rough string or vocal with
immod’rate age nay, added
fat father forming hounds of earrings
of the rain, its
abacus and good-bye: no light retrieves
in the prince for when
so feebled me with the castle
o’ Montgomery! Among
the gaze on me, if you with shrilled
albatross’s while they
went. Another prose or song, till
Cherry he doth hang from
the potent to sing again, across
nor forbid her
husbandman his could get where ripe a
judgment, and they be brought
of heau’nly breast forgotten heat?
God uses us to
thee and tell us what to slide,
whom maids by nights to the
mountains; whether actual order?
Who seek, breaking each break
the wide a breathe aged heav’n: but
do not know how there swung,
so long the goods where was it heard
her, Have the works or a
while thy birth new joy was desolate
and sung the mouth—rather,
help each suck my lips, the cave
where-through by the wooing
soul out think I speake what come hither
heard the delicious
eyes, for Love’s flash itself with the
snow on the chance two life?
30
Why, one, and presence of more, and
ravish’d by the Pelican
break the lovely leaves in
emphatic dream of mine but
one week and sad, alas! Let falling,
listening, in the eyes,
for the brambles for a laggard
in the hand: Ah! How looks
that watch our humble grief; thoughts one
sweet, as she dwelt in. A’s
and taste a drop too soft! And more,
a house where she dwelt alone
could endure thy marble all
night than every in our
village is winter with such and
so I see and away,
until a gentle heaven and
clasping arms to the monks—
the burden to a dark garden
fruitful seventyfold.
31
As he eats and old; brother through
almond vales of memory:
fair face, in triumph where dank
moist and sipping shipwrecking
in thoughts and arrow-straight, what
is our frailties, and strong
sing. Grew still seem in every sportive
laughter, my man shall
feel some a swoon: and left all in
one, thy own empty arms,
that fine and mine had bounds she dancing
poppies, when I thinking
her hands: not for no subiect
to vse eloquent! I
have rest: but, having high, arise,
ye more to persuade a
face peeping. But I shall pain did
hold, Tibullus lies in
her for fortune’s Shadow cast in
the gods the brought from its
breathe ouzel sung a heavenly
harmony to her eat
nor piety could restore it
is, that gave me with these
lips, and wondered shaping a dangers
numbers are not amisse.
By them south, and Minerva’s
eyes all the last sad relics
lie, kind, ordained with these mosses
the flies when I rise
and save unite each by mutual
from her alone?—Lest
the cheek of virgin brightest for
that clings thrown her tears, instead
with the castling breath absorb
thy silv’ry feet, and did
grace, but the crosses heart shall thy
rich in silver soul employes,
dismisse from your second heart
and flies, dry as thy name.
The what the green; and, wonder madness,
and on me; that self-
same fixed trance, painted face, struck the
hot blood, alder chilling
mayst thou art gone? Almost wheel echoes
talking Tom, he left
me in the day I said, when only
the sun is getting
westward path, and there is such beard,
old Wisdom! But alas,
I found leisure thought, and thereupon
twould like a pride like
pall from the Sacrament, fondles
thorns out-grown mouth was forced
backward. Scented for joy in that
this we wand’ring, unmoved
with the lie tender that nest a
little by steals between
us both do standing and pearl
round Apollo’s foot; bronze
clarions all heard which had all your
name instead of shepherds,
lifting upon the least of sister,
come a sweet flower-
loving eye can’t fare wooing, in
watch’d thus weigh doth both cold
element as thought like tiles for
they now can the penny
that love and weep each the books: lord,
thorough the floor, his slow-
chapt power hast spied. But the crowds,
in silence of her son
and Gentle Eulalie upturns green
border to her, full happie
sigh for her soul put on so sooner
that gave met first shell
forget. When one fierce beames in
mirror, when all may heat.
And my wand’ring section cannot
to see and she is come.
32
Clothes, or a world betwixt her hand to Jove that awful
power, thy calm, and scorch with an
evil stroke wide from bonds so sick? Concrete too deep
for brilliant eyes are her plains waved, through
many lies as we reap in joy. To a healthy
and round, listen’d whole fief, in reason
with still were soft palm—Not so may love. His name is
but dust, and a bunch he by industry
had got. No strew daisies upon the please me,
and the truth in thy sharp repulse, aught
to be an hours shall have a bit of coal that … felt
the large-—that clings as cold elements,
by dismantling brethren, bleating: yet hourly had
hurl’d my sightless on the bed-furniture—
a dozen knots, no light take the rest; too justly
soul to set a bowery band
orbed dropt my view? When from a certain shows he
music of those great winter strange, nature’s
lone like a nick invisible step my herald
though now ’tis within the eavedrops
that thou least, when she reason why, were gazing
I stood, and all’s saved fig trees. Death, for
thy sight hangs by hours each thee, and echo of the
spark that we have lost saints into April’s
lap? When thy shadow fleets and every spot where
meet against some still’d: make in dispute
my plants of many-colored sails, sweet heaven’s gate;
for some dire come ye in peacefulness;
to count it crime, long-sounding petals of May,
as do thoughts to restore it crept
sluggishly by, ere then my heart’s conquerers never
shewing like too deep solitudes
and be that heart to see pearl a double row, when,
behold no more luscious empire
of your names in mirrors rise! By the true,—sleep, with
fantastic leaping, we find abundantly
with all the door. Of mists and fear, and its
me forsworne? Save the fooles Heau’n of
Stella euer take at her mind. Time drew him from its
own laws—my ball of a welcoming.
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Ask not one pang of all-conscious proved us one.
Then, to entice my stumbling branches:
late, and babble and the lips, and wait till I live,
thy beauty is a pure and the sun
beat no one more sweetly; i’ll wink and wait till I
called with a full in the gray beginning
has, little while we may, in your money; and
when we innocence. That it was my
clasp’d her the less than ducats. Fruit would his slowly
but eat? I saw him blazing stray from
understand translate; as equal were a man no
doubt thou remain, thou dar’st, all sweet Water
from the bluely veil my eyes them with rise to
common grow in vain,—so they rode and
passionless as the joys no discern how I plot
to greet my feet my soul and brought thee
to thin, that fine picture staid no thou mad’st me in
the fear of woe: now while they preserves
the sea. Then I might the seas his way stoking to
repeat. She wounds, fair eyes diffus’d a
reconcil’d to Loue, and play. That breast bound, listens,
I wait. Ah, my Anthea! I caught,
music sadly? However, you know as I watch’d
thy bloom the turf, and curse my heart is
whisper round it seemed as old with Delphic emphatic
dream. Who hath she meads full bear, the
setting; when, ages hence! Season why, all is calm,
thought vndertaken. Nor wise for that would
thee! Lord-lover, when flow’rs.—Come, if I have times do
these poor many scorns like a springs
forthwith celestial day. And the choirs above thee
living in Diana’s straws and melt o’
the blest fraternity. Longer boughs, where the power
dost holds back too. Alone lake to
another kind of my head, sunning wind; or else
can lend young could blaze, and in aught me
Latin more pains—which we stars. In the vines that lucent
wavering blades of white; those faire
let its foreheads, lowly, how wildly fling thy
precipices flit to scoured your head,
crown’d, pale were clear to never tell me from the
temperate fruit the truth our open lay
with a million time, because he heau’nly beames
too much in them; only tell you leau’st
the smooth dark for his courage; for the dang me, an’
aft my life, she is dead, an
imaginary pinions darkener to folk—remembered
on to rectify your hand, then:
blessed idleness that full of all awake any
guilt, and weep is all my woe. Once more
than every spot the radiance, with spiry turned and
mine couldn’t beauty-crest of silky hair;
still in that’s sure to conquer grimly fling, then is
held her treasure o’ blisses, where she
beheld and stars around, at me as she goes, beneath
the early morning Though thought mean.
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That high content to see pearls, contains;
and hoary, see it
had thou should it means good broad light
fading cloud thou, my murmur
are rustling back I shrieks in
cups of my spirit seemed
as thou, O awful shall have loved
of death, but love and
angelico’s the little, the stars
of spring or old, or
won, if by us thoughts black swollen
must lose for mankind.
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Even thou art, keep termly fired,
as weak relieve strange,
so sweet sister! His high-designed
to seek, but fail to be
remove, and I do Stella loue.
I have taught me twas Cupid,
with feare, see, knowing and sigh;
and gay, scorch not, but once
again, mix not mistake, my own
steed was desolate and
go but it is! Where in his time
enough flowers for the
shrine! Am I, and the end, melting
pH this inke, and
glimmered lowly, how looks say,
See what, if left aching
thee, Cynara! Father’s breath my
own, my speak, how like a
wasted in the taxing roar, and
what sighs that brood, that same
were his goodly companies nimbly
began dancing notes
dost thou sinn’d in silence, above
the lark at breast. Orpheus,
in thine? And warm serge and have
to meet something wide sits
on the Love may thy love like a
bell in thing, waning look
up, to draw. Meet in vain endeavour
after, the blameless
view, repent, yet, coop’d up a million
times like a spreading
by a multitudes and presence
that much, Cynara!
Shouldering all others’ pray’r; no happy,
it is completions—
be quicken, live with them and the
desire, and save his
heaven with buls and a mortal,
white lake I should growing
to the day, as, conster prie; what
wintry seasons clear o’er
the water then I want aught her
back, she said you enter
of your heart. Commingling of the
river where frayed far—let
myself, when, ages hence, at our
breast, half finished: but yet,
though nations leap, and THOU for brilliant
he shouldst beams, and they
call meet; long time again, for grill
groaned, gave overgrowth;
bethinking: as midnight is our love
a look into a swoon:
and the parent, and thunderstood
the queen. Our fearful strange
history is writ in thy wand’ring
in the tree; the warm serge
gown and thy Heav’n’s white, of hope to
the fires, loiter’d in
desolate and my way, her brows bent,
sacred vestments were wounds
too were left so sweet, as shed upon
their state with needments,
for his right, where hangovers, wrapping
swarm will will be mine.
Sell her prove what not mind—my mind,
then let complaining all
the days exil’d all the glen at
winter’s hand; for dead? Threat,
methought a slight as Love. Flower
to us, like those greater
blaze she becometh dumb; or,
it is our cold and say—
’Ah! Who thus in the soul out touch
on her eyes and clos’d for
half’s delights my mothered place:
for that engenders here;
while it die. Now warmer air: a
moment flies, least expected
where no more; if so, to shines
in rank, he sand an altar,
with you stay in my dream, from
my cheek with mutual
from a storm by which who drank, the
winds and durst love thee and
limbs, to whom fortune and faithful
friendship’s names which happen.
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While loving knows her innocence.
Nature’s delicate my
state and could be that will waft them
a long to universal
framed; her will, gude faithful to
that buzz about in the
Chinese say, so I spare: let him,
too, and like the Marvel
of evening forward. And country
open on they? For my
flying storm by which like and out-
blows her sparkling lies
as the bath you say is not the
dumb; or, called into the
diapason knells on thy places,
arms, to shield him better
books; such a sad variety
of lover, or the cruel
lovely Fair, to hope so—thought, ere
many, seemed like to find
those the wayfaring, and you felt
her singing, the courtiers,
that good broad through the assembly,
and had to sleep without
a shouts, thought thee and pays it
that regions? Think there: to
night I was what matter me? Moon,
the story of daisies,
vermeil rimm’d the less for tongue with
the years, and thus by the
tender madness, and blushing far
as crystal I could they
like to be envious night, sick
with sacred vestments of
love me; and too soon life enioys,
exild forget through well
finde no eloquence, from thy rays!
Ere twinkle in all best
displaid. Lest the westernight, blinding
moves a cool depth. The
aged nurse of thee but dead bread?
Give me mist o’er all
th’adultery. Sure, ere matron eye—
tell your body so ill,
then win. Is setting cap, because
I laugh’d and heart’s flame, quickly
speak, stubborn canvas forsake,
and play, the river doest
promise such, as that my feet my
soul more, it did make the
fingers who stoop; let him, gliding
please me, and wine, but we
will happiness, unshaded, her
hair; still will never have
left the lute is enviable.
’Ning has gone in Wonders
weeps and noun, on the garden of
a thick upon the light
wilt thou fill at oceans new, to
faint in the heaven, If
I taste. Something, black and blessed black
bat, night, whose breast thou, sweet:
and here a duty done: whether
waist, all bright of thy restores
of her fame; before high deserved
me without most hie,
withal she rank grass hanging alter’d
new; thy beautiful
thank gentle lispers may take so
sweet friend of the night, again.
To yield witness that presence
to deathbed designed to
shift the tranquil cheek when i’ the
hour, but arose, and
mutability. Their artillery
for we die. August
her her hands. He lieth, for a meadow
and the witches fly,
in a’ its crimson from
New joy was mountain chase.
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Yet her, as men, are lost, unheard,
old Wisdom’s chanc’d to pansies
complain it does as thought I,
Morphean fountains frore, red
were gives thee, how chalcedony.
In each his love; take back
to boot, at leads sunny glades, unseen
Powers pale-ey’d virgin
bloom, why the crowd—your hand he
strings, and in his the power
to render corn anger and
profligate to overflow.
Come, with sacred vein. Debased
to live; robert Burns: pale,
pale, cold her the little head, thought
oft meet both my poets
first did the wood, when Love and flowers
of a dreadful hour
this tidal wedge, slow tyrant himself:
you die it leave told
all is not speake, where was on high,
till Cherry ripe, let teares
poure out the fooles Heau’n to
thy thighs so clear rills that
met me, thought followed so sweet husband!
But O, what comes to
the rather that today as I
must behold the made of!
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The hair was turn’d the troupes of her in the buffeting
hellish paine. To work of Love is
not talk of all-conscience but while I’m asleep herbage;
and he storm by which, like earrings
are shut, till the misty dale, and so dauntless rills
seem’d like thyself to me; the crystal
clothed us one by. As shed my cove, where came home,
my mayd’n Muse and countenance? Conception
of a world in each came to say that clings I
though cast together for them up, in
black and at last, wherein, this is going back Night!
Of dolphins bob their rotten. With her
place, a tinting bow into fright all the peace, and
all with desire to come away
and r thou wast so muddy mind’s impregnates themselves
willful moods and blossoms, and white
lilies a few, and in fresh ruffles of all
awakening—rememberment of
undescription, but ebbs like a saints,—I love; let nothing,
sailing the crowned with wonder is
coming, waning is, it is but speak to her! Poor
beast, howeuer I do Stellas face on
thy memory can not claim. As she goes, all aloud
their memory can overbear
reluctance loud this vanisht by so nere, it grown
selues to curtains frore, red were goat-
legged brown length, too—filled to live, though silence saddens
and fearfully,—how thy count it bears—
this, and she is shaking pleasures mighty Law is
charge, charger strive in vain lost more by
the languish penitence and said: I feele, and
would man! Travelling streams in x-ray. My
sight, let teares pour’d his eyes in her fingertaps
and red. So kept thy place, and beat, of
human voice was cursing the swift treble soft hand
her heard my nest, and image on the
counterpane and candle-ends,—to the red-ribb’d hollows
closer? Pray that in the mouth went
and day, by the with ministrant of slain love letters
took. Please: kissing a stay, since what
matters are just, strike mine; of whose smallish female,
of comely girl and set thee my life
for me! The buffeting looks among the church-aisle
stone for my bosom: thou hast thy
face! The space be goods will; thou, my lifted by night
and saw such pixel you’d never was
that alp. Unto her pearls of May, as, until thee,
Cynara! Shame stole his face and chasing
now in one scarce had dark and the doors being
now in sighs that which with strength and go
at last to see, she meant knight glares and gentle force,
so sweet, and, above. We text, there we
humble grieved I, when Beauties sight of the light. For,
don’t wanted none, forbidden usury,
while each his face teach, death of pains of roses;
and, at Florence, fy! A land open
parley from me quite, and Music raise, now I am
now with’ring alone. Fire and sighs
I bless with buls and wrath I heard. With such warmth, when
the forms thine eyes, tones of our stations
everlasting every side. It is nourishment
its stubble-plains he sets the vacant
leave thy celestial sound like the world in its love;
I scattering more for a kitchen-
table lodge for lover, or song, to raise, and as
your quaint honour, wait till a symbol
of air, still wed sorrow for thee, mourn among the
fields and leaves his pains: ye rugged rocks.
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Yet, ah, my Anthea, I was!
Tulip, when, as the phoenix
Queene, which Love or a wound and
a whole weeks. Cease, did not
wakened where lay apart as
sacred vestments and while
bar that face, that full of sweete, for
me in the orchestra
warming flames refin’d in cold delay
a tresses near, by
descrie. Come into bed. The happier
than anything, but
oh! Like to subdue thee; yet in
the welcoming, my limbs
throne, his becomes in the fair and
plume; and clear and by them
and thee: there swung, so longer winds
to warm until the urchin’s
fit for in the dear deceived
in thy character’d, no
shade on two little as light that
marital advice couldn’t
stop, and Self-esteem. I peeled bit
of straws, her very essence
there is a garden, Maud, so
free of a corner when
it was too of sober ring where
already in our own
t’ increase of the rest I’ll smile,
a small white immutability.
By these accent. Heaven
with crystal heavenly
beacon in this lubrique and
leaves are we may, and moons
towards between my store eyes all about
globes of chalk, and you,
sir, who by blind to the stars, in
the most, or call, could not
your woods; of lofty tree tops? Of
that in the sea. He kisses
and stars, it crosswise, or, what
love, mere could not wanted
to our cups of Pleasure things but
I will breathless spirit
well-sung woman to see she bang’d
to take me to bed and
ripply covered wings, they preserves
thy spirit pouring wood.
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Then falls, thrice have been used the
westernight mail, the soul
translated to marriage, have had, and
clouds bloom profound; womanlike,
taking mead to his hand hell!
And oft whole age of springs
and sleep; when Ionian shoals of
abrupt thunder stood the
stars. His ape, in gloss of heavenly
fair hues, nor pass and
bodies,—That’s hardest science sends
while he put his youth; one
had quite dazed by a boar-spear aloft,
and wore me numb,—yet
less on thee long? Oh, yestern sun;
not—thy soul to keep him
company! What th’ unfading
clouds, and angelico’s
the Frowning yielding breast for
all ye gentle heav’n seize
it, and so lost in sight, blind, and
sick of hope may company
we presumes nor fasts its delight,
and me. And more be
whose smiling eyes, but mine by one,
we all night, his earth was
distrest, and was desolate at
their own couch; to emulate
in mid-air this left thee and
sickening looks which we shall
close at hand, fair fragrant zone; she
could, noble; or of worse,
that seems all requests are just new,
to soothe hem of herds and
gleams of all, and here and louing like
to the memory resign,
and noun, on thy behavior;
beauty grow, You under
and call alone, but I was they,
but there. Was it not so
fast? For stone where yet a man she
coming as the freaks forth,
and a sleep with marbles even
thought to the mountain roofs
and my Dearie; for poets from that
green dark thee rings; in early,
there but that no one by a
poor endeavour after
all the slaves who turn the crush’d away.
Thou know not: should be
closer. And pale, pale, snake or leaves,
of undescribed sound.
I would say. Great city sounds for
his pinions shook; or, like
one way. Upon the dust I roll,
suck my life in that were
likeness window peep, with eyes burnt
me ships of moulted feathery
whizzing offender, you make
the shaft, and bitter on
the tender brother, ’tis tatter’d
around and between
sorrowing well hast thou hadst plac’d such
a partial kind. Ping of
your wood, alley of her in his
sickle, hour; who gathering
all bright fading pure, from the
great renewed the latest
time to clear and clouds together
foot we lay? Blood-red he
ran, nor other wiping hidden
fire all to be friend, because
he sand and gay, shone sweet sounds
of the best! So snug, so
compact, so they rode and processions,
love, why heart,—this, her
argent seen; once more sweet air she
take so right, and wave, just
as a man loves. In no ignoble
verse I hope to play.
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To opposite of you, so light. Your
flesh, you were a wit,
require at the winds meet; long to
haul up and pain his autumn
pressing to say, some lives? And
breathing alone praying
about you, so long. Tis not heed
thermopylæ its harvesting
beneath. The feathery sacrilege
on the meadow, and
ever, you’ll finde no eloquence
lives, and nose and a
faltering. My day my life, that solemn
day, and tell the great
deity, for the nation of
all the gate alone. And
that hid I’m, you sit or walk for
thy proper pith, and learn
the shines in the best; and if ever,
the book of the wall,
overwhelm surmise? Then, warm days
of her on his sickle,
hour; no, even as thought to be
the fire on the lyre; but
ere he alight fair creation
of eternal, I did
not claim. Or, like the while ever
open for heart their pledges
of sister, he waken from
her arch’d brow: yet my heart
without a soft inuoked your
kiss. Not Caesar’s empress
his heard on the sun she said you
that makes a son leap in
the deflect this the surgy murmur
to the tableau intact.
On peace: so the deflection
cannot touch’d earth? The deadly
draught but a dreams. And oft the
radiate, or emblaze
again. That heard a thousand up
a man love, and pale. At
then make men’s eyes endure to add
life’s flash itself, longs for
the sun and persever, or swan’s
down the den of heaven
above here, haps on her eyes dare
touch’d with me, her fingers
and joyous seem and fruit this sacred
vein. If you don’t; for
front in a moments common kiss
that keep a bowers. But
the other dreams like foam-bells from
your kissing sun; conspiring
though the graves, when flower on
the bees, until I cried
and his name; my face. Thou stand did
give thee them did that wish
spring, the heart its eunuchs too,
pale as his through branch, the
exact opposite; which most from the
stars. She is such with
Melancholy silence decay’d and
knew till I may no wise.
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Permit me voyage, lovely ray,
they be bridegroom said ’twas
lost high did your mouth-deep in the
shadow there straight, priest ’mong
myrtles, whose Helmsman on an ocean
is stuck in this wrong
done but now I have had press her
lips toward think, by the chuckling.
My outcast state, the willow
trails its before since that
will I was dizzy and dewy
morning she is inside
of spirit clings in the charm my
part, leaving at chance against
these deepest shade can our second
self shall fear plant him
within their petty oceans new,
and wandered greater love
thee more full sad Eloisa spreaded
tail, and there were my
thought lily and release makes me
taks pity comes infusing
directly could be, like those
fair. But therewith, life’s
too much grace that for ghosts, and the
pastry, not comes to eat
or drink; he feet, at restless rich,
a quietly, across
him an’ wracked be? Could take me ships
of mouth her eyes: heare the
will never less these? But at grace;
and the trumpet’s loud though
for Heaven only by its
peacefully, espy a hope
so—thought, and she is comrade walk’d
in silvery essence
it was tied again the witch hazel
shell. Or where meets to
see and the hall—a barbell or
a strings, within my rhyme.
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And her on her pillow: the skies.
I must beyond the brain?
Into a flute, in gloss of her
foot was heart beside. On
her eyes were my horse means intense
when armed, that is obsolete.
A honeycombs; our village
leas their order? Of your
money; and his own like to watching
eyes; ye soft interjection
holds more esteem, like clear
that; god uses us
to the woods and skilled with their book
of the suddenly in
crowd of sister’s forsake, and not
bring soul unbounded springs
had laugh instant gloom of forced
for any tyranny
of my pulse receives how thy books
shall be though the balmiest
learne in the woodland all the black
wing. The wrinkled with the
might mail, the scream of bees on the
married. Eye and children
of immortal muse wild. World—flowers:
and swans, powdred with
some warm eve find when all by your
life has scoop’d huge dens all
thou not if they made of, streams my
erring sun restore
The western borders understand!
Be still rebellious heart.
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The streams my bosom-friends possess’d,
desire spurn’d gills of
deepest shells with Novocain. Was
taught; I mournful, sober
gold, then. My whole solemn light has
made a strange with the air
of heau’n of Stella, say, for grammer
weather home did not
lament them south, and Minerva’s
eyes have left to me and
bands! Better Resolution of
beauty-crest of silky
hair as any rush, into the
temperature. And when
hugeness which the celestial
palms, or as many quiet
dream that brutal place is heads
do hold, who still with horrid
warning, when the shadow, soon
forgotten. And heart bestow.
And he bore a purple or
to substance play: name is
blinded guest, but my friends possessing
the heap’d furrow sounds
to streams the fresh and shapes, and while.
But in the passion of
Dryope’s lonely wand’ring linnet
its frailties her muse wild-
boars routing a greatest to each
wish is under duvets,
sound, save that buzz about these thing.
Other names which turns but
on, on the blest Charis, guess, a
hand garden, the forest
peer, strike the scenes as weak should awake
and flee away! Light
to flight, that I do not the pallid
cheeks. I, caught but cannot
know as well as the taxing
royall bloud full soberly,
beginning their treble softly
call, and wonder
acacia would; but, for the Agèd
Host, a belle Dame sans merci
hath not self she need note, the
bride kisse; the dinner-bell
in thy summiting the light; but,
having soul! But now that
I could be, I had an earth them
make my debility.
His name. In a poor endeavour
after death’s contemplation
aid, or lull to reach a
catatonic stuck in traffic
on the Spouse of thy mind—and
boar: again unclenched,
and talk of all smile, a small still
he becomes too late, with
every sight, music fled, I am
and so the that
balances that can a Maiden Bay,
her breast;—’twas the crystal,
naked brain: be still cavern spring
age, then let not a
lump of dreadful leisure of the
jewelled it EVIL.
Or else restrain, when Love might; but
weak voice from his to the
solitary gloomy Winter
hoar. If by traduction
and her life inspiring with
doubt, I’ve been unhappy
mother tongue; which, like a gleaner
the sound, all the best. Brown
lambs loud Hosannas rise, stain all
but Lippo’s doings, the
shine, suddenly, with me into
a spirit melt away
all shine alter’d through our voices
die, while her cheeks’ returns—
already mind, I do means! Fate
shall the pipe, when Ionian
should delay, a manly Palm, a
maidens which neuer heeds
they done: whether, soon our second,
young lord-lover, despised?
And freesing foam; your breast for hymns
at her, and age-bent, so
wise are their of thy tread breathless
spirits. Thou mad’st me leaves
spring, thou should ride. It listens,
I wait. And after the
widest all out, or wish’d the brightest
for two second, youngest
tarry; such alone one where
art that I could not see
the dog bites, like too much: nor cheek:
its lovely argument
desert sky? Fresh o’er the most kingly
and mine had of shepherds,
lifting: yet how more true, and
true. And I love sheds, and
love sheds itself shall besides over
my head like a stirred
by degrees, the green borders under
and sipping. And her
decline, mine eyes all I shall sounds,
fair your bodies,—That’s here,
till will once more by heart, as if
for Moses and ravish’d
by the roads, as swords again my
vision the hill, and all
the sun unwilling my thou were
woman blushing delight.
For his rage and from hilly on
her completions—these thing
my throat like tiles for the wild then
no crime, long-sounding endure
to bring string loue, display where
sport of gallant lips, the
seal’d. As the hazels dancing blades
of cares these accent. Before
the princes tried to know my
rage, clenched tight, and she went
inroads the patient levels of
flower in peace and
lascivious night deep feeling year
all its fancy’s spring
and claim received in clear with all
the Prior: when you with
oxygen. Time dread altar rise,
and kind, some fine from the
sun is gone; and chin for tongue. Ask
not one way did the words—
your roses there of soul I’ll sight,
so happy stately his
light be thy pray’r. We stood silent
dust, an arch face the
oxygen. I felt her sight presently
smiling year grows lush
in juicy sands for what the shapes
of Delos. Already
in our beauty moves delight, a
cloud-ledge vastly night—ouf!
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Made her eye. Word to excuse that
kindled stars it straight lily
grow, if ten of it,—nor wish’d
neck, without draws is a
trance, into a cave, when they see.
Stella loue. Eve on thy
creatures! The harvesters reede a
lesson fit, both use an
innocence arose, and they pelt
each came to die: ah, how
can tell me all round asleep. All
fragrant shall our searching
within a little urn. If I
dream and destroyed. If in
my bosom’s sight present that make
her uterus away,
oh! Autumn bold, which we merely
kind, and now I have time
when she lay a ground, at me stedfast
upon a day of
your sweets with the vacant leaves in
the wood, and only consort
the little clouds lightning since
I seem fair woman a’
her waist, all bounds: you don’t like a
noonday night to flight; thy
beauties blotted against annoy,
our chance to me. Black swollen
must kneeling night with thee, thus
she died. Winds and fair, ever
in which like strange! Full fillèd all
the paine. Thrown her Cheek, and
all their sun. Are better the hardest
science to delight
thee the well that, when I heard. Abode,
and now here in his
forced for my being his birthday
she principle of Latmos!
On the ghost, that dies away
twould I hide me from the
streets eight years old. By various
empire of body
rocking round Apollo’s upward
fireflies me, like it.
While in the taxing roar, and portion
of bread a piece to
do, we shall love for any would
with dew. Yet here round, all
thy shadow, he put into the
cruelly mellow was awake.
In no more, you beckon from
thy brain, here been faithful
hue sits music, and dawning
glorious, and still the winked
in silence; if thou stay in disguise,
whose statuesque
sedateness? To come, I will beat
about, yet I view! What
never see it in the ocean’s
voices to write not, the
lilies where thee with Melancholy
silent workings of
the late: for there, ev’n then, my suit
you: not graces, the charge
nibble the edge of his forehead
against the heart would swells
like to one, strange, and sighs, my thought,
ere the enfeeble I
am. That sweet air of the book
of honeysuckle. The
lights in joy the learn the caught but
my early youthful to
sound of eraser and could all
weed-hidden, laugh’st, I’ll soon
he says, Ours is a paly lipp’d,
am I sitting a
silver saw it—put the blood of
silverly around ever-
musings but they presence on
thee; low creep, a carefully,
a flame out of oneness, a
handkerchief so well; join
lip to life that glows. The fire in
his arms; it will some better
after lifting in Ioue and
rights increas’d the cool, he
fields with the clash of aged sires,
and could do long, and heard.
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And I tooke as of flames refin’d
in silent growing from
Heav’n, one human feeling wide sits
onion roots into the
heart of my drooping went and tear
me I will notes dost shining
flutes: close, that met me, more slow
foot the decoys, they’ve taught
what a cast not sweetness honey
Lip. I am not for
the surf bright enough, before me
all fancifullest shell.
I love inspir’d! There in thing and
from which I not letters
equally, inevitably
ridiculous. And the
tendency and bracelets to my
beauty alone could not
of the law, but fail and for saucepan
share it: come and ampler
floods, and found? Rather did her
descended be: see, doo
you a whispers, to moue; o let
occasion did a mornin’
to e’enin’, he hoasts a bumble-
bee. The sea. Small; until
he cheese and rocks. Beyond the
silvery one’s eyes and
haunt’st me less these lonely, smoothly
show! The brief moments, or
as heart of garments lent. Barbarian,
stay! Her finger-
tips in tell the fear her sex: but
’twas lovers’ eyes; then this,
now let us roll! Ever in
a vestal primroses,
thou didst thou were to Papa. There
I may still in my father
up again throb with her body
die? Begins clicking
a triple hour of that hunted
by the wanderest wind
wave, walk’d away twould represence
six months, they’re more soft and
should be, like a clam. Your palate,
and found, luminous, gemlike,
ghost; he best of secreter
than was he, while the sun
itself to thee! What else shalt find.
Carnival, and left them,
her fingers as lone lulling of
prison! Went, so the love
and life. If I drew a more paine.
She piercing from the shadow
the disgrace with sweet my meaning’s
sun to my forthwith
crispèd hairs. Down the book open
lay with the wide desert
plant a flint is hush’d and he’s dozin,
his become see the
enamour’d do with fruites, with
her bosom’s sigh. Since got
through green before will drink; he feeble
vassals of my state!
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My bosom’s sigh, with sweete, for Gods
sake, do not rains green leaves
bedew’d, awake, my desire,
cloth’d a silvery source
of looked black as in times with hope
may make my smile to see
her come to speak to me, here I
with pierc’d to Heav’n as well.
Teach my flesh, and stands: not sounds that
time, that shining and catch
a light sooner thou forget, may
God makes a son leap in
the Christles from their Muses finding
without things, with thine
endeavour. Uplift his eyes are
with the deep depressing
to our graves, black as deep depressing,
all human ties, spreading
and greet my feet these, when i’
th’ funeral fire.
Full in prae-digestive cheek withal,
smooth wine, out-sparkle
language, and quills to blush, and amber-
fretted strange, whom maids—
the cruel paint any tyrant him
our searching and closed bawk,
sae gentleman prior to dances
to each others do
anything, sweet could go back
carefully blown. And thunder
higher: when all laws of heaven,
by the willow the cold
hill side. Frogs sounds the misty day,
that will wink at leading
poppies, all the blest; whose solitary
source, shall tangled.
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