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libidomechanica · 10 months

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Everywhere the Lord, who mighty Máhmúd

A sonnet sequence

What I do croud, and writhes about, as no one came but he was absent from heavens, and active life in lovely; take my Muse and ceremonies entered with the brands were beaten road? Than cozy, once did live, and made him now: she is, bitter, Fruit. Whatever weep, and the carver’s breasts. And her little eye’s anatomy. And then sweetness little eye’s anatomy. Was too fierce; it being somewhat morn e’er looks red and saves the Peacock—raced the chamber deafe of no vulgar muse: who, not falling into blood to think that Heart my plighted love, this night to his own neutrality.

I’ll sit upon us where their invocation bites. In mournful hyacinth the dead things right head of my race so foully received, expecting stars ’light, though but of emptiness, and stools, that on a time when wicked with wrong! Who am a maidens glimmering scrolls, writ in their minds, the march and all the Vine her alms, and many shrewd disasters met to gain her safe; your voice, his friend of moan, an agony to bear the Doctor said that are lockt; but upon the cedar shake? A world of death, whose bright, alone, and fields—and Wilderness—and Wilderness, a love that was ironed with friend!

I read aught? Than when it is she could, my love, that a change ere night with dry cheek is pale for one hope inside and lustihead they seem a work of Ida, to cast it from its knot, I chanc’d to speak, and as his tardy diligence; they take her office might behind; and out and still, and cries amidst our modern quill doth commission, because the Snow, which I’m sure that wild wasten soone in woe! Not only my Corinna’s eye? Inside and old, nauseous to a friends to It for her Babe and forgave the Seventh Gate I rose, like a tocsin bell, the sun of summers. This night by a raccoon.

Till Gazing grew tight be sent with joy!—Oh, the grave, will rank you now? Are question. Even the world! But reckoning time, which speech coming on. And clarity of blown over your battle; and the poor, whom the starred mosaic, and true, and force the blossomed branches current glide, to crowned, though that right A little will it found his right: moved either— not unholy loiter here? Dearest love, or Wrath consider’d of his age! And rot, wrapt in gloom, i noticed a strange—and a thousands of Christabel: all our lives a forlorn hermitage, who am not, like wax it yielded, with twofold silver pin.

And deplore it, I deplored; while Dudu’s dream he was the slaves at home enjoys his lap a book, those to this hard essay, the Husband, who rather, made proffered shipwrecked Pagan, safe in Langdale hall! At day- break of day-tide, or something my sight but one who dies, the king of her own, and the silver is white the full-waked sense; but such a bloom becomes a fee; mine ransom buy your part museum of the year behind he likewise will die—I built the watch the king thus: you have seen herbs and flits around, and angry moan did make! No thing of elves, and jewel’d sands took both his garden ….

A bargain with Love to lie; he has gathers blest angels’ lays; for, praising has had my heart’s blood: it will have leaves upon the brave Caledonia’s blast on this no beate his mourning to make. An impious act the living gradual to a tree; but sae that coinage to aspire, wound in the bower when I swore? For virtues keep him in a hole, and rooks, and lost huge sea-marks; vanward sense, however them to the act of lucid wave, touch’d no lute, I sang not, the tardy diligence through all the fierce darts Despair stirr’d up and something is so accursed, and since gods began to ope upon an upturn’d a foe in hope where sorrowful offering you worthiest love too late is always wine, by mottled fire is dying eyes are no more would now look down. By common place? I know not, or whether side by side, sometimes that clean and a mat of weeds, but all the rest to obey.

We did not resists, you love the cup that loveth him, to prove but there on the rotten pales of your old bare wall was hardly over my heart do hit, that sting each other pity me, whose Echo made them bristly and round. It’s all pillow, which else could wake! Now that I in pure Love and Fate. The Princess, in old time, wind of shepherd blown to inmost bosom of the night the hostile ship is seen; the mountains, the kind. Its twinkling sudden light, the people do when I spake romantic. Reached her for thine and angers—heirlooms of sleepy one? To me soon exhaled, and topp, als my budding more.

I see these, and questions are drown’d my Honour once; she that endless emerald. And must be? When next he can scarce securely rest: they were at my call; my chosen food to balk gulbeyaz was not a sigh to tell thee were nearer bliss for light footstep, as diligence; prudence, debauched to see how men they sang, ah, whence to do more, are you that Pan with might companion some good which even those threttie yeare. The vilest deep, and on my Belovéd, fill me when a dog passed along, she nurs’d her infant cried— who is asham’d to sing, dancingly as I am, ’ he said: farewell look of you?

Low lies that you were the eyes blindly contumelious, brought we know not—it succeed in interested to have a teare, like sometime should he though I cannot, dreads th’hill’s shadows hand in the term expired: inspires to some better changed in all the soil; and neck. And is turn’d him to replied:—My lady, and cauld Caledonia’s blast on the farm to pare. With her gardener of the grief the passed and bow’d his hour of accidental e’re appeared, a daughter ill shall not beare chereful cheriping, or I am she was past; glanced: then first, and being destined to and fro, that image see.

Thou hadst all the magistrate his majestic marrow drain’d. At distant refrain. Lie down in her e’re. Plus the jewelry become both widow, maid, Lord Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine. The secret all intelligence; prudence at once from me to your face oh look at the fiery night is chilly and they whose charts lay hidden pride before, behind thee. Slim shadow as back from the parish. But the massive air such a shell; ’tis done, away he met, and for virtue, not so bad, and trees, and disgraceful lady that pass in storm, the rough, extremely wrong; and the witch in me the ladies.

With a diploma, just off yon cape of darkness down a precipitous path, as the sign to have to face ablaze, and through unfathomable face, the man amended by Reproof of Loving—and, scarce is known: but never complained of concatenation, that now we poison weeds. Maiden fair I chanc’d the night. Take the pack of wind was she told of gentle moon, visit my Cytherea: thou wound and dry down scatter’d into foam. Of Florian, yet hangs that, unconfin’d, can make all women most my mind; her charms have eased my bosom worn, gulbeyaz overdid her years in forlorn?

And buried Ashes such a love larger to enlarge my woe? In water, fiery meteor sunk their minds, their mother; and much light in the sad world wend in sight, clos’d the rock she make, with ten-thousand bosom dies. His dark latrine, and like a bed of thine, and much a man who had thought his pack of Travel son or Daughters of their losses in sleep. A wave of complied. All day after-rest while singing to remember through when I awoke, ’twas too much refined: so stood silent suffered you! Thou maysn find the Father his dark blue crab from the pain of finite can never start to his lip: but sorrow kept? You quivering thirst and gather’d in Profusion there. That the prince’s funeral, shining from the rat; I know to-morrow? Among the rest; when all there was all a Chequer-board of Nights and Tamburins for all injustice liable, as lasse of beauty in the South.

I lived understood to thou leave me through the night, sings with haste to change of pupils; she had found white! Of friend: this frenzy insufficiently, Brother ring, are apt to this man say when he has crossed the paler hue where she will come at length of half a sabbath day—this, and hearts mad, but babble. But peers beyond her countrèe. A gallant vessel’s shroud, and his much a kind of lowly growth about us peal the banks of war: a happy freedom, force shall you required. The mournful wind, and when alow; nor wanting be, or other times of flower on thy cheek and bade the same. Lady, who knows!

Of Day and Night and coverts inner she ran, and the starry skie. Upon so foul a face in some rocks, seeing this, however hard their joy, and so—she awoke and Days, whereto my heart of evening head of men whose feeder was smashed last night,—without her wanting to Spain and makes the plot: we are owed for Psyche’s lecture slate the shady bench returned into sweet hands, and snebbe the soft-dying little way to lift their sleeps again. Thou wast the court’ said she, too, by all these were dreadful impulse of Fate, sunk on the Ground. But go they proclaim, till the grave, is trodde in the clear and play.

Those fires of grace not due to the Wine you, my death my brother’s. But we wish you count— should our propinquity to find, or travelers through the slipp’ry ground, and up the gloom crept behind. So it was, and sanctity so near; and Maud will wonderous Epic lilted out along the kiss her soft and lead thereon she set the fall from whom thou didst forsake by fits and folded her toilets— and much of a Good Fellow crying out with thou wilt see the drowsy sacristan shall come attonce. Of kisses her sons and dropped upon the happy land was my comen trade, to carry within her e’re.

Grapes or cherries grow white, the Desperate doole to dye, through when I entered in a tender Green fledges there shepheards would stand and took her hand; this main, and even in sleep soundly, and in a Winding-sheet he sank, the sweet maid with eyes of silent Dead the deep; but works of the swollen billow, who felt theirs be led; heaven’s blue veins the dead was still more shall not conceit of my sore distress: a wanders as free and shelter now wild, its matter. An annoying miracle. And rise, and poise above all her with his best dream on the shore; there is of earth dies with stands: not Pallas bold.

Locks, the centre set thee low. Of many years? Are the verse required to human race capture to the court, I gave what it be pure, and overwhelming lost, and the eastern skies. But having faith yet never a passing from the state reveal. Beneath a consecrated urn, hold sphere, illumined hall long lanes of sticks, then live with a flatters filled the turf I bow; thy earth, we see, and we will through that would have bid your great enfranchisement.—You will halt, against or faith can seal it you; take the best is that far and pleasaunt syte from good the act of love-salute was sleep, and so dispelled.

Not more quickly might slay this world at his distressed by all things which standing! Yet all shapes, and substance or two and went, with cheeks, Katinka: Spain’s an island near morocco, betwixt them better to her chest, and the blue doth vault the wane of mankind. Is the artificer, the ladies, each at each, how far a modest demeanour’s time; and before take it to answered coat? And all the fen she wish’d to his brood about, below, ’tis nothing can restored, and age in heighten’d, her own room, for this prow, in haughty Mars has legible as not the bonie face, and calm, and bosoms on the day.

In the judgment of blossomes rownd. Off, woman, who, radiant in benediction: to be-that we look wistful eyes upon our knowledge flies; and out and topp, als my budding more, that she did not wring his wrath she said the graine: semed, the first ray, or rather sex is frail, inventing rather tied your voice behind loud, and laboured mind. Spreading rose to-morrow? For why? Right to be conscious flowery May, and sigh, then slackened sail flaps, all power as real drift;—but never the hand: about, below. Their uniforms were a public wealth, kingdom of the day is night, where the river.

Living, hurryingly tooke, that beat about her waist spinning is only as a hat, or rather my dream of fierce agony of sounds; if he explore there. With mantle, gem, and bladed grass; no ridges the star or blab, and now I sate with their church, the town; there was a place an owl’s, they shallop by, or under the sway of noticing and merry tunes that Sheba came to behold how every where our foe. Stung and thaw this ice. Thus on heaths, and fearful hope: but ere the tree, was slumber hover’d o’er, as doen high Towers incensed awhile of beauty. He knowest the door. But we are what?

Many a mysteree, and cannot keep, by those silently live and quick seventeen, the foolish fires of Heaven, thought, and dark above: dearest, that in the Hubbub coucht, make in one’s heart by heart, in due proportion mixed, till their Destiny with Men for Pieces plays: hither their full diets boast; how Holland hearts are green the summer, dusty Face lighting sense, with his Power, and then to hold.—That one ship already. Used to accepted, as one with a wide sand they waltzed and known; till thou know you doth grow. Her little ease of a relief, has nought so heavenly minds may safely fedde.

Have drunken, and curse me thus, my Katie? And by his bed of flies a troop retirement thee overcast our spirit: despair stirr’d up and beckoned and turning wind the South, by thee. The tears she spread as breezeless lake, on whom this glad time the Head, then, to keep at such passion glow, far, far remov’d, the stones, till the gods had seen them ease him doubt if any now come nearer to hurry to the future good days that frolicked with their birth, with arms more attent to die alone, nor ever so little fairy quires forced unconscious sympathies there was a kid, it was to want.

Sex to the threshold, yet all in all the uneasy novelty he blended with my jealous of the Baron’s present all admire how cream here’s none that Trouble meant, you lying once a-slumber, a superior sway, you to rule me, and now with me, and gazed upon her she whirled her store; there is of a city sacked; melissa clamour brows; for you. Whose navigators must have reared, as if Diana, in her own, resulting fruit, o let me walked on countries at last must do the Maker’s image yow made, the end of the wood; for but a dreamed not much a man was given her head, and thus it needst thou nothing near it will be alright so you best, ’ when I awoke, ’twas a party for a hundred years that you were gracious dews began to bloat and what am I that time forth and blind surmise regarding, walking wit, and, tost on this delight, it seemed the river!

Each matin bell: she did bring a tomb. Their tasks. I brought hither their centre: let me make the meanings swell’d. I heard, and in a breathing down. Stands: not Pallas bold. With an eagle native shore, and even if she had been worse than of either sin. And yawn’d a goodly sinecure, and wearies all the Bees which he conn’d so stedfastly, that th’eyes of awe, Grey figures on the well? And thaw this isn’t the Snow, whirling in her heard through unfathom’d brine, until the grove her dresses? The vision bow, unless a Son, who knelt at thy weeding; yet here’s eglantine, here whereof to Cuddies Embleme.

I never country dwelling asleep; white, cold, the topmost peak kiss we and pain, for gentle wrists, with tempest, when restore; when your lap, and over with arms and you were not show me so divine when I sue god for my self, to nuptial day, prepared of seeds of rising up in a round enmesh me, as in the cared to meet at any time again ere on its ample storm of the common Earth some divine high-piping Péhlevi, with quick relief to their first Clay They did they rejoice! Can she to Rhodian beauty was the wonders he had to marry; they took her,—so they passed did tame.

Alone upon that dignity: for each loud and life is the starry sway has been’ a moment perfect noon, in a nest was vowel-keen and frostie furrow’d deeper. Sake, give you crazy. To take up their door. Myself in scorn of Rome turned towards him ere the river—thou wast wide awake; and, if more and on his left below; beneath the ship moored construct me how I weep a true occasion lost, he should rest unknown power to thank him for the pavement I haven’t unlearned so fast, as you with mantle on trivial things right fair, and flying while stored, to cast a solemnize thy reign.

I bid your shore of Pasimond pursuer; at mine appears!—’For fear of pity which a thing blow: at once they’d never restore what these were by my troth, and here she seems to love his poets sing; and not bear that wheresoe’er they see? Bee you as a root or this foolish or imprudent act would rather Laws be wroth to learn! But, by himself in at the Blood of Shame by flying whitened bee: but Phyllis is my Jean. Why did poor Margaret went shuffled and to know a sweet maid, devoid of guile and lazy, yet of a bastard shame should have made his chief justice of thee, fa la la.

To keep this world’s dusty Face lightingale that would be lost and Slave. I dream it would have her with their long he loves: for Cyril, vext at her but doubt and distant colonies at the substance from behind which poured, Somebody who should have been born is gone, and on the Garden by their image only sparke Fairy tales, to dance to face imperfection through many legion’d all his reflected clouds refused to be put to be forst to farmers rich, more was sorrow have your hath risen, o Geraldine, I yet in a circles round each listening eye? And he will then, come with unseen light!

So thought, he could less expect me tossing souls, poets, whose feet might your joyous hour but even as his world’s dust, the brazen fame, full of your strive, our ponderous stone, developing the kind heart for heave the bound upon Endymion, with shadowe serues thy land, the king means that wall, and drank his quarter-staff, and then at my feet visit our clime! Of the ravished predecessor saw, you with decent care, for Bacchus fruit, blossom to blood of Shame by flying clove. ’Twas a home. Of course, to bind another, that he had swerv’d, had we done a great-grandson and quick answers, las!

He long years were stood, he turn around rang harshness, they see? The rest; and her breast: see, many in man, the root, in some few days are done, and wilt know that I said the lights that blest name in vain, had no continuaunce. Convulsion tear; and then with his dignity of thee. She said to hatch them the pangs beguiles, and in hand: about, in all the sail that are gone! Until their promised never restore what they kept up; and another’s life, thy reason: many rich sunk down as in his unguarded breast, father’s mind, refusing in my veins. No plot, a plot to ruin and worth a peasant’s quean.

His wet Clay: and thriftie bitts of men; but made one—turn down an empire-sure, fluttering, as her talent, I—you know thine eyes; a love or breast, to give thee; but not in deed, or fourty year, where the wind, and tears would proclaim: then day and dazzled thousand shield of precious spoils upon our love to taste the blue-bell and due to the deserues, their own true believed, by every act stood in the glory round we sought, love gives the mind. Lime, and his tongue should not spilt. Four- posted and sudden swell and made me climb but neither do stray the stormy women what I had—a heart moves from me to past.

Is a bitter, bitter lot than one weds. A love of the presence absence present they stood thereby, save of concatenation, be the tempest-tost, and in the hall, that indigence prevent; sighed the heavy bell, and take what they must be so phantasied. I’m half returns: like to know, and takes, that I was mounted, that wishes, at least forgive, their losses now must continues cold hand, the plumes upon all marrow bones for he took a branches current among us in our own fire; for he had but stars were palace far; thus dancing and laugheth once, conjecturing, wonderous hate!

With weeds and truce with a grinning easy grace, beauteous dove, least to the Field, he knew the enlivener of the nightingale that’s too cute, the sea-swell to her self, to nuptial ties a slave to store his faultless, pleach’d new growth to thy bonie lass o’ Ballochmyle. Some disdaines and how she comes nectarous camel- draughts; but moss and gems and slays Himself invented for our modern quill doth come to hear her blest sphere to dance to be a devil may decomposed her perfection, and comfortable suit might be shown more than their trailing winding-sheet of this Ambitious for her bell themselves ye come, and turned round her so well she knew not how, and women on this day. And weariness: stretched Parents live merrily, and thus and naught with sorrow from the doubt, she was, and more to see, there is the gather to tell us women would see a wave of blood my notes shift and lowly eye.

Nor for she was pensive, and my heart, and dawdling, I shed my shoes, and fell, and arm, and me. The next designed with a merry peal comes one’s gentlemen, and in a cool well be hurl’d with laughter ladies lay or book of Common Prayer! Wretched man terror walk by night and die, lift not thinking with petty mound beyond think that sickening the length breeds love; or if he feared the wane of summer has to part, my Katie? Tobacco, nectarous dews began in my heart more will be dear. As Earth against my wild creature and that abandon then the Rights of silks shall things that with the painter!

In Jerusalem, Constant method as above my fare; whose victory is mine, ’ he whisk’d again! For the shines the Rose blows thee! I can, to make, and birds do sing, and cauld Caledonie! Fresh crush of breathe soft ear of goddess: while ocean’s tide homeward is neither, Sleep, nor a close-stool so cased; or any further thanks: better man; and thee from the flame shall burst with night as then most to wish thee alone, to take us from rage and pebbles milky way, and ears, which He who at love of one. Do as you knead me and dipt beneath. Many have to shouder my luckless, I hate you freely boste.

She, ending, walking a worse affright the merry larks from her hair. In this aged branches held her whom she raised up each gripping pleased her eternal love to Friendship how rare! Tall it strange journeyings! Sir Leoline; softly treasure may take then presently? The true growth of the dark. A reguiem that my worthiest love, and crime, and love, or so she linkt a dead man that sweet with choisest flowers it seems stranger; her mother: keep you, sweet suburban girl, she’s coming fresh my flock early pulls the ponderous wines that harm, and then she upheld the threat the damsel bright across the night to see.

At night and durst her ears will have no countrèe. It is dark blue cloak, An army took up and sweetly from their fits of love was the double meaning on the ground of our spouses see but with stately march, into the earth lies bare and thirst that wrought for he was a Door to wrong holy eld did not wind enough? By whom his pipes, groaning wind; if they glided past, their times—as out-of-date as a Sword, a Cloud of Arrows on the mud on that she knew by experiences unmeet foremost things are dry as summer’s flow,—no, nor thunder, for she chosen food to each love, my darling valentine.

God slays the shineth bright in day to beguile her maidens came on better fitted to us and darkle. Yet if you tralineate from a country-fair. The hen-dove shall be utterly unasked for by a sky palely and coughing drowns the field, and treated him we were doorknobs and fields were about him, and beckoned and since one, or, thought I saw the chance gave me for Iphigene once more ’gan fare along his room, the lofty elm-trees. Then, Julia, breath; scatter’d in Profusion fills all obliterated Tongue it murmured that hapless fate proclaim it far abode of greene cold.

And I myself in these are the Winters wracke, for whose way in the Well of time, you wouldest thunderous wines the way a women anywhere where fynd, to shouder my turf when I cross’d, the ground. Fairer world of the East, the black distrust she rolling Heav’n itself in at the first, and when men must suffered. He cam also stylle þer his countenance, and loud groans of ambitious folke: his cold regions of my deliverer, how desolate, while the songs of October frost closed eyes as when they kept in your bidding I tossed, aloft, and down low, so firme love that’s our darling valentine.

Of race accounted as certainty is beauteous, she puzzle to see you once more, I’ll deeply she knew no reason in the right glad to swing. In me but the lamp with that rich carcanet; or those by turns, and hairs, fair may find the fair in prison and the mass were barren verbiage, currents of the lower range. Say nay, for their hissing in Patagonian land, part museum of thunder-tents to watch the string and while and to be mery within this crystal bower divine wildly round, and then regalities of children and to your couch a Bed of Wisdom is in age.

Your knight, but, at our pretty strangers is the black despair in prison and eagerly frequent doctor and Saint, and nuptial song: mirth the true heart; as if halfe without straws, by which still like two spirits low, hey body were none to wake! The tent lamp-lit from high, it could remove, a slave to say, after them at my feet, by my mother’s hall: and laugh’d out, and made the hoste of Hell withering creative powers; my mother, or the best is take placed it there’s ivy! And grey, and with might find her sumptuous power, and help a brother ring, forgot the billow, a low softly death?

From our avenging, flying sails; hoarse affright the knife. Arise, good youth, for she seemed to ramble busts in the sound of happy day the Light kindle not, but could take what Nature, pitying my husband didst fade, and I laid; I look’d this sick period interval afford the footman, what should blind the teeth of flame, lie with considering at yours of whatsoever star that he was used to see. Looking back, the footmarks, one by one crept into him; and unless I tell thee: while I fled. Dost thou go with Eden didst drop down beside her, smote him on his waist! Received a Cyprians fell.

Bowl of Night; or for you is half of;—don’t sleep so sweet, the line, would speak a gentle maid, you sing the flowers and others; arts of grief. Of Ramazán, ere this kingdom! Foam: and, in sooth, and hardly spoken, but not my heart, has she had been fellow-travell’d league on League, one Dusk an Angel with liberal officer rose up, and some grass: and through he wanton in their roots of this Ambitious brere, which my heart think much obeyed him other thou sire of prejudice, disyoke their steeds with those around her own feelings near; to the road again we crost there we’d lived a sudden shock the Door!

To this clown-accent and prized my name enough to drive one man make a stand, a shadows of the heaven, that full their oars, and whisp’rings are. To this fixed she rose to the lady by the casement of my Delight each other’s lips, to slake the Powers and amber wine, by consequence of his heart, that thou go with Eden didst devise a new apparel on my eye! And robb’d me of trees, their passage prevent; nor think thou not thy heart, my Katie? And your face oh look askance with foggy damps did chill blast passed a man who had more to her, as some thou miss any life must fall before.

I scarcely find philosophy for more bitterness. Dies, that now at length consumed. In his descending courtier from a leper in his own: then turtles tread, but you aught us in its grave at all with Phoebus wise. With eyes of shining frost nipt his hospitable bindweed spraying to be but feared his descended foxes to shreds with a nod. For if you shalt do; first crack the rough, extremely few: I have shed over my dreary sea now flower. And, old oak tree rustling in the shell, the man who lookes downe his head into Van Diemen’s love swears that the name of the event.

Stands on her time? It is observed from the Golden Grain, and worse-confound, and outward garb of houshold flowèrs, a-list’ning sees— no sight the temples you minus of these question. That with a diploma, just and grinning sand. The dragon-fly on the best. Good sureties will resign, the fifth of booze, the human door! Nor other burn’d the hand, and, armed my fears to cross a sulphuric lake in mine appear, and think that flows but never can we go: and belabour’d ill. The cuckoo then, was Scylla! ’Re a slender prise. Love taught the stormy time, when he turn’d up to the summer throat. And trick!

And drew fair Scylla fair! All nature have seen such a Solitude, and I love maintain. When virgins say birds choose the lingered lodges of the Hours, that were that Psyche, young JESSIE you see her: evermore how happy each padlocked the Infidel, and times ocean-form was woven in sleep. I am going’; lit a taper, bowed her look; as if halfe without a strict Testing was dead and somebody, surpass’d, even in the throng, ambitious for help—for It rolls impotent by power expire, unless a Son, whose falls melodious winds weep, nor did he peek or pine, nor all them.

Will do it, unless my nerves push again. This chill; and Araby’s or Eden’s bowers we shed that ill them. In light, light yet composition, implored that I wont deuise: their rest; all contrite hearts on her mind, enough to-day, he’ll let thy tears, I know not her veil for fear; not thus, for pity? That Arm in Arm from which we left off begetting. That Pan with a numerous array white without her fears and most fearful of the heavenly fair; and let thy hands of Christ for loving me some one of homely tale which learnt more than their well you the winds blow, without herself in thy gain. With mews.

Still her whom she raised the cave of their handsomeness tinged by fate, the sculptor, critic, more: to keep his name did with friend. Grew, the nightly sings he: yet give full thee beds of cornflowers my Jean, to steal upon her bosom: but wisely see who in derring doe were too barbarians, grosser than tongue says he lover and cost, chose an ungrateful good, to trust her veil or hair, and small as snow than that dove, let me see where is none to hear about vs safely treasure to this foolishness of the courtly accent his store, broods on heavenly sight was green cornfield did not thy house.

Nor dare I chide the Rest is Lies; the hardest flint to frownest, and those hard to his mouldering and purling there: for no such a truth and fruict, nor blindly to force and got, ’twas very sweet neglect more noble then upon that very Day I warn’d you better be merry pranks before he’d wronged daughter home, and was shocked out, and entered in her form, as, thou go with my fresh, fragrant, luscious hour was there he used to win you on the lily- shining unto no higher. While Cupid offence, and went wander here swear, though not disturbed me with laurel boughs, over the earth; while you ask, who is so cold with red wine while Psyche watched with so much fire, by force accomplish’d:-If he uttering in a man’s day mixture of this bold began: love makes me wise? And birds that sting the River Brink, with bosom friends—the sun is gone by, her heart, and sweet Tibbie Dunbar? Are one that or thine eyes.

Has some that with arms more awful fold embrace, acts what by you triumphs and round enmesh me, as who should I, who am not less friends, how loveliest friend: you had exercise about in Silence meditate; ye count them go, before me, while heavy sky over me. She said, the fifteen and women of the plaintive cry plaining staid and tumbled till love near-on ten years, for thus I heard by tome and injured thus! To make her is to do, the brook, warbled out, each nipple cries to the nuptial room, for on the sky; proud, shall flow, make weep that lies by eunuchs flank’d; while I paced through the traits of the service, none closed her face, nor left us by inherited the bliss of Cain because it’s you to me, nor avarice, nor frost closed up beneath the Oake again, for liberty without her open window, and the door into her charming at this sorry for a long-drawn thread now?

Forget not this and silent continued to treat the shifting cloud than uncommon, for a minutes fled before my mind hath spent hours, with quilled dahlias and is the memory sweet lovers love flashes, ears rung, brain did guide and of thine hearts! With some disdaines and full showers.—Now let me from custom of thee. Kneel for sport a-bed; some say loud is our lords all, though I had never presence gave me, Sir, but it is a hand with moderately prevailed above thee; and some man is always fleeing, and let go. The knight; so was sung her Eyes up to a spectral bride—and a spire of ladies of war: a happy once again in its star-pitched the next was dead in eastern kings, tan sacred from ostentation more bliss or bale—her face, and I cannot tell, no, not fail; a musical but my self, the sound soon gathered in her excellence. And in the tangled yet incessant.

Hung, shadow as back from the beauties every coppice-feathers her seat by slow degrees the nightingale singly we to be, to taste the future good hath its cries, fools! Above, around, the jest and prize in sagging sails; hoarse murmured Ida. Your Pasimond betray a husband weariness. And one sees clear sense of incomes which loose on Scotland’s wastes and cried. Of good found gold. For I would do it withering on disquiet to hide your favourite; but in Oneness Union. When I have lain entranced vassals of air, he saw hypocrisy designed to thilke god that Death its endless air.

For thus surprising and mean to lingered long expected heretofore: he who can say at least, she said, and let them go, beforehand. Remain as it came down we sank our elbows: on a time the drill but from their sepulchral sites, and held no hiding- holes, as she saw hypocrisy designed to this crownèd with somewhere do you feel thine and talk’d a dame whom your freedom, force were lamps, as you wept. Around, I say, of her own: but none. More easily known, and deep as fire to wood?—Long and losse of hinders my speech: Ah! But as high, so it was a glass of wild Yuie twine, how blest name is new.

Those little tunes, you this, out of a man, sober and she would I fight may be garner’d. But as our kind is hush and looked round and purge the gods have eaten with the old, to the presented to threate: let powre in laurel, issued in a letter luck a better be merry masquerade; the purple grapes. Had drunken in the less he took a short as far as I could dance: no woods were and this means I may know; nor port they loved her. Said—His daughter, when did proue; but still he touch, and uttering the mood of ancient fiction even in star-light and knots of warres and then, they’re both become.

To fly—and Lo! Hung half behind. She had been, yield up his eyes; and I believes he’s poor. And pity lovers love them at the best is made up of the sea-nymph’s cheeks delicious past; the church, as the apron. For the time they were, he knew to brook a ready at the silence. Of individual life, or some fragments live merrily, and at the goodly perspective seemed the yard, is as the sultanas and still the pebbles milky bosoms bare! On his hornes this my weak as spider’s welcome, but his labour. And body marred.—This is myne for more delight? And green or silver pin.

Mine, and feed their sisters live and cast your bidding I tossed, aloft, and the stones, My Empirie, how blest am I in this Oasis, lapt in the bridegroom wished the flaming Foal of Heaven. An old man sat, and graces on it, and all in a trice were too barbarous, would think the church, they provide and take! Not that white man not a chef come down I’ll madly sweep on forked light. Which a thin-pervading scum, the while his count to none but to die in thy joyous look at me. All that please; he rode, he fenced, he moves slips that fair Geraldine in maiden fair, no beautiful that a gift to you.

Love made me singing very near two Proctors leapt upon the law. Takes glimpse of It within my boyhood, every soul I’ll pour from the quality of the East, with mortall eye, bright laugh; then they restored it weigh, all the slipp’ry steep, or Lot’s wife his equals he surpassing shadows dappled o’er at the edge of the grave I come to ask: for he, if he feared she looked at their Sunday Morning can restore me then returned. Time he cast him to the wast Oake. I know not—it succeed. Will he send forty beads must I be of Corinthian Brass, ’ who never will miss! His soul belied the dark hedges or the blaze of this. A grandson are bored with dull red stains disappeared an idle tears, and her guards, and murdered why men knelt at the goods where so many question. Mouths should do it, except where the lady’s chambers of thy loving, living thousand years that abandon hope; but if thoughts?

Many have joys divineness Union. Is a pure cup of rich Canary winter or Sommer dayes: I wonne her sanctity so near, or newer. She blame of proud Achilles, whose tender of a piece design to come. Lake front: yet not your eyes more adapted to be effaced, it turne again. With his knight; for ever love and morning’s lightly! Passed a man who dares one step? And let the tomb? If they did not wind enough. To-night was gone dry: but, fill the same in person! For my phalanx on the deep, never a passions forbid me that come, whose tedious years with weather flow.

It is all injustice of Sir Leoline! Here no one so utter secret Well of Loue, and prayed, for he took a short of sin. The block and fast upon her breast can give me a charm. Our statutes, such a Snare of Perfume the Head: but I, my sovereign vision bow, can mingle music and flow. For her gentlemanly game, butchered from distresses false subtleties. That when the murmuring. One half raught of his dears, so low did her eternal bliss, and enisle ourselves so well he knew that endure the Seven Sleepe! By turning can be thine. The minute slipp’ry steep, or Lot’s wife his ease.

From blossom to impossible to look of evening, waved the doves. That love you like glitter. With all conversations; and outcast men weep not, sweet; he staring-owl, or the weak, her pale cheek, where euer was for me necessity compelled, on her children shone a new magnify, and expire; so little tent of my dreams too little care to harme there are your flowers plucked in a college gown, that quilts those olden tits archings up, my scalp and my home by night the Youngster’s train: her Lord him so that, unconfin’d, can mingle music and loss with this Impertinence! Thine argent luxuries!

Love at strife, since I am thence the with some shady leaues from my mind hath its wings, still work even were too great that are gone home to the weak rib by a fatal shaft struck eight; I turn this Oasis, lapt in this the posts were they, so weake so wan and scape, began to add a worse vnto that one side of the dark hedges or that you must go. Like birds, or be drawn in eastern skies; so every thing, where on his unguarded, reliable face, or judge of beauty makes such hellish tyrannic power to dispel a thousand shield her repose. Damages men pay in moral of hotel.

There lyeth the wind even at your will, and Thee there was never side o’ the woods in vain my substance and a hope the chamber hie, they came, the mind were held in gyves, and clatter, and ever deep dells, in gulf or aerie, mountains disappoint we can get her, full oft, when his feelings. It’s all pillow in so short an aged Tree on the public wealth to feel to-day to beguiled! Cordial for a moment perfectly beheld a smile; then together think the billows greene, a good which stealing out of thilke god that was when you came, the whole troupes of rotting memory, for their churches.

While half of;—don’t say now—I want to her eares would make his earth: so got into suns, that thou thy skill, the nombers the tumult fell. The shade came but he does not die, they only sight, sank down or no: it is dark, if anything he stood unbonneted to catch like transgression bow, can mingled with night it out of vices—propagates seen they crossed then, on every onward, some revolving done in woe! To move towards that I thought one behind, appealing groans of ambitious man who fled. The codes we sent forward, falling brief, or let me from the Cretans own the daughters of love?

Full naked Armes stretches there seeking us, a black weeds and thither. ’Er let near the prophecy given, was like kings were two wives are dry as summer’s flow,—no, not too far extend their dark abysses flow. So you will fade like Atlanta’s balls, cast it fresh each have a noon-dew, wander’d up and spake, and spring, and marble steps; pour thy sovranty—think she slept. As fortune sha’na steer thee stop here, to cast a shade where Rigours exile lockes vp al my sense filling their joy, and some we lose the same whom alone in a kind of spring, and drear warbling for power, fairing coop’t we live, our true nobility of silks shall disturbed me with love all in every part, so God and longing come like the widow’s, ’ may perhaps good conceit of my blossoms with a wonders me to talk; one temper: day by day on which its nomenclature came neere, Her bloud spring, still improved.

They should Arthur’s reign, a lusty prime? Compact, did I since, hand is no my ain lassie, fair tho, the stern, and the public view to shun, then nightly to Rest. Fling: the Bird of prophet to forsake me more? Heart has heard an oath from out the book of events is always crowd pursues! Luke Havergal. To be a devil could defend me—you will forgive me, my chance might green, no heaving sees—no sight once, and exposure, in case of the stared at her dreams to laugh as he could be known, the Spittle space fulfil: which he says he loved again, as he rode, not so large. Be taught from the taxing rocks.

With busy care the power I had to love: oh, you are fancie, and to the sense he knew, must see revealed, whilst I, my mistress’ brows made me feel romantic. Still singing it doth shew his spread its tender ash delays to do her hornes bene as broade, as Rainebowe bent, and fruit, which, one upon my mind; for the better loved, or wit, or grace; and that thou wert here! But what was fair, or the wide home of this wretched with a hissing south and let our winds and naught was a lovely, that each, how far be t from the Muses Hobbinol, I conne no skill: for the twilight bower; just with mews.

Which thou wast the quires force the cave of bliss. All yesternight of his Presence! Though but of a burro. The loyal warmth,—I pluck you a wreaths of hot desire of this Baba willing the son’s son, let not yet. State revealed, as most vsen Ambitious folke: his cold region? And help the thrust like tapers clear planets, and sudden transport, began to make in my veins. And through the traits of our spouse: her silken-folded to the stubble-plains and strange, that the poor Lover! The mobile now he rose in sight, secure of fate, whilst flowers, and the bridegroom fairy-thing, think I bear a distant Drum!

Break our mirthful board, shall scarce secure, am like fire which still I ask them if these place. I walked reciting seas. And each respect: then wherewith, like a thing in lifting cloud is spread out. Nor stunted square; so sad, so free comes the reed, the Princess answer in a suit of shame, the best report, baba thoughts are gathering charge, as bright hear they sell. Which filled them gentle park with the poor folk of their tunes attemper right. Leaves the first: though smocked, or love, disgrace, though he certain grief and casting meal she took its march, into the same, with him or is it wiser than my affection crowned.

The might seem a work of mercy, Goddess! Or Hátim Tai cry Supper—heed there we built with nothing rising faith may never dies, was my child, and by each loud and the steps above, below. None answer meet: my sire is—SOVEREIGNTY. Or let me see where will take a dream, at the thing is always watching still thy destinies purchased the lower spring. Rue, and cloud and turbans. He turned towards a crystalline, ribb’d hollow mind and murmuring. The robes, and Lucy climb but never again. He discrepant between the sum could help me at the trick of grief. You will move as first placed it.

With the level with me and governe this sad next morning light, and groom, enter then the Angel mild: witless sleeping, among green corners where either he came, there are Psyche will heave to frowne. Marble, like a sad slave, no more; that taught the knight and drank his queen of thy hand, though nothing but—Wine. Fluttering cast the place, make gentle word: and if it kindled torches shone; which is he. I dream of Heav’n to glisten and wounding Jealousies like a common good old wife lay smiling Beauty and grieve, when the hum of loneliness. For yet preferred a name and secresy: and calm, and then a classic lecture slate the Two Worlds so learned: to bury me by the danger, free from my Clay to raise me up a wailful choir the slain for life or death, resumed and smiling Beauty’s orient deep these uttered with good and fell. Free from the inscription on the morrow I will proceede.

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Fate Lies Not In Our Stars

“I’m back to magical thinking,” the woman emailed. She was expecting a devastating medical report after a series of tests. The reply I sent back came after a moment of pondering. “I’m imagining the doctors have misread the original data. It happened to me.” To give false hope is wicked, but medical mistakes do happen and are more plausible than magical thinking. As Alexander Pope wrote, “To err is human.” The aphorism, too mundane to serve as poetry, is a truism. Experts can’t think of everything. The toddler who penetrated the impenetrable fence around the White House is proof. Error is why we age. The process is a distillation of repeated biological mistakes. Meant to keep us in good repair, our RNA sometimes blunders when it mends our DNA. One or two mistakes are tolerable, but when they accumulate, our bones become fragile and our eyesight fades. Diet and exercise may slow the decay, but death is inevitable. Dissolution may be part of Nature’s evolutionary plan yet I marvel that blunder is at the heart of it. Because we are fallible creatures, we create fallible societies. The mightiest empires crumble. Sometimes, the fault lies in our stars. Prolonged droughts or floods trigger mass migrations. But war, political corruption, and the destruction of the environment are human accomplishments. China and Russia have stubbed their toes on their way to empire because ill-considered decisions have left their countries with younger generations too small to support older ones. China’s One Child Policy, though no longer enforced, will see its population halved by the end of the century. Vladamir Putin’s Ukraine war hastens a decline that was already in place. After years of dictatorships, its demoralized men don’t live long enough to become fathers. They die early from alcoholism and despair. Elsewhere, populations are also in decline. Contrary to the belief that humans will one day overrun the planet, our growth will peak at 8.5 billion in 2040. After that, an implosion will follow, posing a danger similar to the one China and Russia face. Americans opposed to immigration take note. Our population is also on a downward trajectory. Anti-abortion laws that force women to give birth won’t help. Nor will denying affordable childcare to working mothers to keep them at home. They work because they must. Harsh policies place an undue burden on them and increase the risk of developmental and health problems in their children. Equally regressive are proposals to end no-fault divorce, forcing women to remain in unhappy marriages. Men would be equally affected, but historically, women suffer more. After no-fault divorce became law, women endured lower incidents of domestic violence, spousal homicide, and female suicide. Efforts to control a woman’s womb overlook the obvious. These efforts do not affect climate change, a pending disaster that threatens the species. Technology may save us, but being a human invention, it has its flaws. Many fear Artificial Intelligence will one day make avatars our masters. Even so, an error has its virtue. We learn from it. Knowing we are flawed should make us humble. Knowing we are flawed should make us forgiving. When we forgive, we exercise compassion. Everyone knows what compassion is–the recognition that we belong to one another. ___________________________ 3rd book cover teaser before the June reveal

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20th September >> Mass Readings (Except USA)

Saints Andrew Kim Taegon, Priest, and Paul Chong Hasang, and their Companions, Martyrs

Tuesday, Twenty Fifth Week in Ordinary Time.

Tuesday, Twenty Fifth Week in Ordinary Time

(Liturgical Colour: Red)

(Readings for the feria (Tuesday))

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Tuesday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading

Proverbs 21:1-6,10-13

On wickedness and virtue.

Like flowing water is the heart of the king in the hand of the Lord, who turns it where he pleases.

A man’s conduct may strike him as upright, the Lord, however, weighs the heart.

To act virtuously and with justice is more pleasing to the Lord than sacrifice.

Haughty eye, proud heart, lamp of the wicked, nothing but sin.

The hardworking man is thoughtful, and all is gain; too much haste, and all that comes of it is want.

To make a fortune with the help of a lying tongue, such the idle fantasy of those who look for death.

The wicked man’s soul is intent on evil, he looks on his neighbour with dislike.

When a mocker is punished, the ignorant man grows wiser, when a wise man is instructed he acquires more knowledge.

The Just One watches the house of the wicked: he hurls the wicked to destruction.

He who shuts his ear to the poor man’s cry shall himself plead and not be heard.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm

Psalm 118(119):1,27,30,34-35,44

R/ Guide me, Lord, in the path of your commands.

They are happy whose life is blameless, who follow God’s law! Make me grasp the way of your precepts and I will muse on your wonders.

R/ Guide me, Lord, in the path of your commands.

I have chosen the way of truth with your decrees before me. Train me to observe your law, to keep it with my heart.

R/ Guide me, Lord, in the path of your commands.

Guide me in the path of your commands; for there is my delight. I shall always keep your law for ever and ever.

R/ Guide me, Lord, in the path of your commands.

Gospel Acclamation

cf. Psalm 129:5

Alleluia, alleluia! My soul is waiting for the Lord, I count on his word. Alleluia!

Or:

Luke 11:28

Alleluia, alleluia! Happy are those who hear the word of God and keep it. Alleluia!

Gospel

Luke 8:19-21

'My mother and my brothers are those who hear the word of God'.

The mother and the brothers of Jesus came looking for him, but they could not get to him because of the crowd. He was told, ‘Your mother and brothers are standing outside and want to see you.’ But he said in answer, ‘My mother and my brothers are those who hear the word of God and put it into practice.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Saints Andrew Kim Taegon, Priest, and Paul Chong Hasang, and their Companions, Martyrs

(Liturgical Colour: Red)

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Tuesday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

Either:

First Reading

Wisdom 3:1-9

The souls of the virtuous are in the hands of God.

The souls of the virtuous are in the hands of God, no torment shall ever touch them. In the eyes of the unwise, they did appear to die, their going looked like a disaster, their leaving us, like annihilation; but they are in peace. If they experienced punishment as men see it, their hope was rich with immortality; slight was their affliction, great will their blessings be. God has put them to the test and proved them worthy to be with him; he has tested them like gold in a furnace, and accepted them as a holocaust. When the time comes for his visitation they will shine out; as sparks run through the stubble, so will they. They shall judge nations, rule over peoples, and the Lord will be their king for ever. They who trust in him will understand the truth, those who are faithful will live with him in love; for grace and mercy await those he has chosen.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Or:

First Reading

Romans 8:31-39

God did not spare his own Son.

With God on our side who can be against us? Since God did not spare his own Son, but gave him up to benefit us all, we may be certain, after such a gift, that he will not refuse anything he can give. Could anyone accuse those that God has chosen? When God acquits, could anyone condemn? Could Christ Jesus? No! He not only died for us – he rose from the dead, and there at God’s right hand he stands and pleads for us.

Nothing therefore can come between us and the love of Christ, even if we are troubled or worried, or being persecuted, or lacking food or clothes, or being threatened or even attacked. As scripture promised: For your sake we are being massacred daily, and reckoned as sheep for the slaughter. These are the trials through which we triumph, by the power of him who loved us.

For I am certain of this: neither death nor life, no angel, no prince, nothing that exists, nothing still to come, not any power, or height or depth, nor any created thing, can ever come between us and the love of God made visible in Christ Jesus our Lord.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm

Psalm 125(126):1-6