#vale of eternal blossoms

[viridianreverie]

"Freya then wandered the world, searching for areas where the Well of Eternity’s energies had coalesced. These regions created optimal conditions for the development of new flora and fauna. Freya shaped immense enclaves of nature at these places of power. She molded life of astounding diversity, seeding it around the world. The sites where Freya had done her work were located at the polar extremes of the world. They included regions that would later become known as Un’Goro Crater, Sholazar Basin, and the Vale of Eternal Blossoms."

-World of Warcraft: Chronicle Volume 1

#world of warcraft #beautiful gifs #original content #green dragonflight #freya #Sholazar #Un'goro Crater #Vale of Eternal Blossoms #Well of eternity #lore

[azerothtravel]

You Could Try To Look Excited, Vale of Eternal Blossoms, January 15, 2020.

#wow #world of warcraft #vale of eternal blossoms #ra-den #magni bronzbeard #battle for azeroth

[wowscenery]

#world of warcraft #wow scenery #vale of eternal blossoms #pandaria

[falaandu]

#World of Warcraft #Tal der Ewigen Blüten #Vale of Eternal Blossoms #Pandaria #WoW screenshots

[pandaria-the-mistbound-continent]

#Mogushan Palace #The Lorewalkers #Vale of Eternal Blossoms

[hornyforpoetry]

How, in the morning brightness, //You all around shine at me, // Springtime, Beloved! // With thousandfold love-bliss // The holy feeling // Of your eternal warmth // Presses itself upon my heart, // Unending beauty!

Ah, upon your breast // I lie, languish, // And your blossoms, your grass // press upon my heart. // You cool the burning //Thirst of my bosom, // Lovely morning-wind! // There calls the nightingale // Lovingly for me from the misty vale. // I come, I come! // Whither, ah whither?

Boboli Amphitheatre // Boboli Gardens // Florence, Italy ”Ganymed” // Goethe

#dark academia #art academia #classic academia #dark academia aesthetic #art academia aesthetic #art aesthetic #academia #art history #roman statue #palazzo pitti #palazzo #baroque aesthetic #baroque architecture #baroque #art photography #light academia #light acadamia aesthetic #garden #amphitheater #amphitheatre #boboli #boboli gardens #florence italy #garden aesthetic #palace #architecture #goethe #ganymede #poetry

[shooters4logan]

There really was no need for Marcia to do her old skincare routine anymore. She didn't get pimples anymore and the anti-aging cream she used to covert was rendered useless with her immortality.

But she did it still.

She followed the steps, opening bottles and jars while listening to Valentina fight with the bedsheets. She had to suppress a laugh listening to her lover curse at their bed, leg stuck inside the fitted sheet. Valentina was singing a song in Italian, one Marcia immediately recognised as an old love song. She hummed along, listening to Vale replace words with curses periodically.

God she had this life for eternity now.

There was still something else in her eyes, a sadness that wasn't hers. Her smile was still sharp, but she was choosing the sharpness now. Two men died but she now had forever with Valentina. The guilt ate at her in the beginning but now all she could think about was the future. The future she had with her Vale. She applied the last of her creams, walking out the bathroom to Valentina already in bed, watching her with adoration in her eyes. Marcia climbed into bed, turning the light off right before she did. She rested her head on Valentina chest, listening to her heart thump.

Da-dum da-dum da-dum.

She didn't know what she was anymore, but Marcia knew one thing, Valentina was there. She was unyielding and she was so very warm. Marcia could feel herself warming, ever so slightly. As if just being near Valentina could bring back her humanity.

She looked up at her lover who pulled her in closer, kissing her with a smile. The two stayed close, giggling to themselves in between kisses. She tugged at Valentina's shirt, stripping it off her while taking her own off. They spent what felt like forever pulling each other impossibility closer, moaning into each others mouth with each roll of their hips. They pulled apart, half asleep and so very in love.

"Don't forget to fix the fence." Marcia reminded Valentina while brushing the hair out of her face. Vale groaned, throwing her head back with mock anger. "I was going to eat you out but you want to talk about the stupid fence?" Marcia roller her eyes as Valentina pulled her down to lie down, the covers pulled over their heads. She buried her nose in Marcia's hair. "I'll fix it tomorrow morning. I love you amore mio." she mumbled into her neck. Marcia hummed contently, I love you." She said, closing her eyes to fall asleep, a strange heaviness in her chest blossoming.

No fences were fixed in the morning. No coffee was shared over a breakfast spread. There was no washing of dishes or any loud singing in the living room. There was no more living in the house. The two women, with forever in their future entered the eternal slumber intertwined under a blanket of their love.

#professional yapper #Kiss of death

[dandelionandkrindle]

WORLD OF WARCRAFT • LOCATIONS (81/?) Vale of Eternal Blossoms

#world of warcraft #warcraft #wowedit #gamingedit #wowlocations #guy who's only visited quel'thalas: i'm getting a lot of quel'thalas vibes from this place

[hadoriel]

A Stupid Guide To Unlocking Zones On Alts

For stupid people like me, who like to be a weird little completionist

Note: This is for !!ALTS!! and assuming you've already done all this content on at least one character. WoWhead has decent guides on how to unlock zones for the first time, but not much on how to do so on alts and skip as much work as possible

Classic: There are no zones that require unlocks from Classic. There are some that get reused in new phases, but those will be stated in the expansion their new phase got added

TBC: Isle of Quel'danas has the Sunwell raid and Magister's Terrace dungeon. Should be by default unlocked on all characters, you get there via a portal in the middle Shattrath building

WOTLK: There are no zones that require unlocks from WOTLK

Cata: Molten Front has to be manually unlocked on any character you want to do it on, but it's mostly achievements, so I personally don't see the need to do it on alts. You access it via a questline in Hyjal, and a portal to get to the zone is in the southwestern part of Hyjal, near Malorne's shrine. All other Cata zones should be default unlocked on all characters

MOP: Isle of Giants and Timeless Isle both should be unlocked by default on all characters. You can just take a flightpath to both places or fly there manually. Isle of Thunder, however, requires a short questline to get onto the island. This should start at the portal to get there in Townlong, by the Shado-pan Garrison

WOD: Your garrison requires a short questline to set up and a bit of time to build it into anything worthwhile. If you use the hearthstone, it'll teleport you to the empty plot of land where your garrison would be. Just go towards where your dock is eventually built, and start the questline. Tanaan should be by default unlocked on all characters, though I haven't checked if you still need to do the questline to build the base in order to use the portal back and forth from Ashran (I usually just fly around Draenor and hit Tanaan that way)

Legion: When you first use the Dalaran hearthstone, you need to walk a few steps into the city until you get an NPC pop up with your class questline. I've forgotten if you go to your class hall first, then do your weapon, or if it's weapon then class hall. Either way, you need to do the first weapon in order to unlock the rest of the setting up of your class hall. Unlock your WQs at Khadgar in the tower, Suramar phases in once you save Thalyssra (also from Khadgar). Argus teleporter should be unlocked by default on all characters, though the Broken Shore you might need to just talk with Khadgar at Krasus' Landing and skip the instance in order to set up the camp there

BFA: Ugh. Now the messy expansions with not enough skips and way too many unlocks. Make sure you get your Heart of Azeroth from Magni. Nazjatar should be a relatively quick questline from the docks area. Mechagon will appear from disgruntled workers in the main city. Unlocking your WQs should be from I think the docks as well - if not, you need to set up at least one camp in the enemy zones to unlock the mission table and upgrades. I had to go to the zone select map, click one, and then not continue it in order to do anything with the ship. You should probably do the questline for Vale of Eternal Blossoms and Uldum since it gives you the legendary cloak you need in order to do the last boss of Ny'alotha. Unfortunately this is a LONG questline, like at least a few hours worth. There's not really any skips for this which I think is just the worst. I tend to stop once I just get the cloak, but you can keep going in order to unlock the visions. Almost forgot battlefront zones (Darkshore and Arathi) which should be unlocked by default on all characters. I just stepped into the portal and didn't need to do anything else

SL: Oh boy! More content with not enough skips! To unlock your covenant, you have to just choose it in Oribos and do the whole. dang. campaign. All of it. You can skip your renown grind with the vendor next to the Oribos flightmaster, but that's really the only thing somewhat useful. Otherwise you're just funneling anima to whoever's next on the list to do stuff with it and unlocking things little by little while earning the tmog. The Maw you get sent to during your covenant campaign, very early on, but the covenant invasions to the zone seem tied to Korthia's unlock. If you hate Torghast, there's no skips for the tutorials there and it's part of the covenant campaign. You may be alarmed at the Eye of the Jailer and no mounts! These things unlock with Korthia. Korthia seems to unlock via the campaign, too, after the Torghast, Maw, Runecarving tutorials. You still have to do the questline to get the lodestaff and the guy to come to the cave if you want to earn rep there, though. This should start with just looting any treasure or rare. Zereth Mortis unlocks with a skip on dialogue with Bolvar pretty early in the campaign, like around the time you select a covenant

Dragonflight: Since DF is current, all of the unlocks are just via talking to and using dialogue skips in Valdrakken when you hit cap level. I just hop up to the Seat of the Aspects, talk to Alexstrasza, kill the rebels in the city but drop it after that point, skips for Forbidden Reach are also at the top of Seat of the Aspects, after that you can go down to Zaralek with Sabellian and Wrathion but drop it when Loamm is opened, talk to Shandris to get the Emerald Dream quest and use the item she gives you as a skip. You still have to do the part where you go through the portal in Ohn'ahran Plains and then talk on the other side, but can drop after that (The reason for that is that despite the Emerald Dream portal automatically by default open for alts, the weekly quest doesn't count them as allowed to finish until you've done that one step of the questline. It's dumb)

#personal #wow #world of warcraft #long post #reference for myself basically #did I miss anything? #I'm finally just going through old content with my Dracthyr so this is what came of it #reference #guide #PLEASE tell me if I missed any skips especially for BFA and SL I die

[cosmererambles]

Wrathion Journal Day 5

Apologies for the delay, oh, who am I apologizing too? Myself?

I have been hard at work crafting a cloak for my champion to use against N'Zoth, using the scales of Onyxia and other fellow brethren I found in Blackrock Descent. My champion is a Death Knight named Puriaa, who has the strangest sense of humor is very quick with a flirt. She...tries my patience, though I'm certain I've tried hers as well. Regardless, she does well against the machinations of N'Zoth.

He appears at random through the world, the Black Empire bleeding through the fabric of reality. He seems to be concetrating his efforts in Uldum and the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. That beautiful vale has only just begun to heal after the chaos Garrosh wrought upon it so many years ago. It's horrific to see.

It helps her undead nature shields her from much of N'Zoths influence. We successfully infiltrated a vision wrapped around the Halls of Origination, undoing a plot to capture the device. it has given me and idea, but it will require some fine tuning.

I can't stop thinking about Kale. I took a walk today, and found my gaze lingering east, towards that filthy hovel he calls home. Why can't he stay closer? I could get him a tent easily. The man prefers to be alone. I felt...wonderful has he held me in his arms. Writing this down is embarrassing, but I fear I must, as it certainly helps me get my thoughts in order. He's enamored with my body, for sure. I crafted this visage to be attractive to mortals, male and female, but I was never aware of it going this far.

I found him in the sands. Shattered. Blood everywhere. Terror gripped me. I can't describe what I felt, only that I dragged his broken body to be healed once more. The man was irate; it took everything in me not to panic. He refused to tell me what had happened, only that he'd been attacked. He flew off, angry and blustered, and I chose not to follow. He can only mean N'Zoth attacked him, and I have to admit I don't see a fault in that logic. The Old God would have his revenge. I will leave him alone, for now. I have plenty to keep me occupied in the meantime.

#Wrathion Journal #Wrathion #OCKale #KaleOC #Kale Zaxon

[samuraiko]

Another CR vignette, this time of Vax’ildan

I promised @liamobrienlove / @critter--derolo a vignette, and she asked for one about Vax. I gave her my prompt list, and she chose three, and I liked all of them so much that I combined them into one.

“After the End” (With a nod to Arthur Symons)

He knows the night will never stay For dawn will always have its way; The sun will rise, the moons will set As they have always done, and yet, He wonders how long ‘til at last His lonely shade forgets his past And there is only here and now. He wonders if he'll forget how Her skin felt, once, beneath his hands. How long until time's cruel sands Cease to matter. When will he know Not loss, not pain, not aching woe Each time he thinks of her? He walks Beneath the shade of flowers, talks With snowdrops, asking if they've seen His love, in groves still evergreen As she is. There at his Queen's side, Beyond the veil he does abide But not at rest. It was his choice, And so he cannot, dares not voice A word of his regret. The hours Pass and die, as falling flowers Drop from cherry-blossomed boughs Where secretly they'd exchanged vows In Zephrah, in that hidden vale. A serenading nightingale The only witness to the pair; Their words, carried on the air Beyond death, beyond memory. And still, and still, he longs to see Her running into his embrace, To see again that lovely face That haunts his every thought. He weeps Inside, where within still there sleeps Eternal love, eternal grief. His tears fall with each falling leaf. His stilled heart bleeds; it screams, it yearns It cannot beat and still it burns Only for her, icy desire An inextinguishable fire That cannot warm him. Still, the flame That burns him when he thinks her name A welcome pain, serves to remind Him of the one he left behind.

#critical role #campaign 1 #vax'ildan #keyleth #writing #fanfiction #after the end

[nixalegos]

Personal Log

“Signals clear. Yeah, im recording.” “It occurred to me the other day, or whatever equivalent passes in Zerith Mortis, that the debacle of the Shadowlands is the first campaign I’ve ever participated in that didn’t at some point require me to prove I wasn’t working for the bad guys.” “N’zoth’s rise? Twilight Hammer cultists, who, for whatever reason, also like to outfit their more noteworthy membership occasionally in felweave. I recall a particularly dim pandaren defender of the Vale of Eternal Blossoms who constantly tried to chi strike me down the stairs.” “The Legion invasion, uufph. Forget about it. I had to deflect and face tank more spellcraft from the Suramar guerillas then the actual Legion. Every day having to prove I was on their side. A thousand little annoyances. Oh, and the Wardens. Forgot about them.” “Iron Horde at least at the start of that debacle was simple enough, shame they managed to be completely usurped by the Legion in the end. Made things difficult in Tanaan Jungle. I likely would have been given alot more distrust if it wasn’t for the fact I’m obviously an elf and not say, a Sargerei, attire aside.” “Ah, wait, the Pandaria campaign. Forgot about that one. Locals didn’t have much exposure to demons and fel to really distrust on sight. It was the fact I was an elf and therefore an outsider. Huh. Why was the entrance to N’zoths dream located there anyway? Mark this point for further consideration.” “Deathwings little worldbreaking tantrum. That was Twilight’s Hammer again. And the most frequent encounter with people dressed all too familiarly. It’s so strange, they had their own styles to equip their leadership with. I didn’t think that much felweave existed on Azeroth, let alone enough to outfit entire magical hit squads for a world spanning cult. Hells. I was there in Hyjal where the Hammer cultists were fighting the Legion holdouts and their cultists in the same damn cut and style of armor. What a debacle.”

“Cult of the Damned, yeah, that one at least the attire was a little more subdued for the still living members, even if trying to help out the Argent Tournament got me no less then a dozen arrow holes in my chest.” “Then before that, my ‘humble’ origins. Shattrath was a bit of a concern, what with me being a Sin’dorei, but asides that I think I was too busy trying to survive to really consider the why every bounty payer and quest giver treated me with such distain.” “So, only a few blips in all this time, but otherwise, yeah, the Shadowlands is the first time. Nobody accused me of working for the Mawsworn. Everyone I approached assumed I was there to help. The novelty of being alive outweighed what I did to stay that way I suppose. Is that how everyone else is treated? As a sign of positive reinforcement? Relief? As a hero?” “...I’m going to miss that I suppose.” 

[azerothtravel]

The Vale of Eternal Blossoms Can't Catch A Break, January 15, 2020.

#wow #world of warcraft #vale of eternal blossoms #battle for azeroth

[wowscenery]

#world of warcraft #wow scenery #pandaria #vale of eternal blossoms

[ladypurplejanewrynn]

Beauty and the Beast (Andujane version) chapter 8

It was daytime. Purplejane woke up before everyone else. She dressed up, and decided to make a surprise for Anduin. She went to the kitchen and start it cooking. Meanwhile, Anduin was in his room, still asleep. But once he felt the nice smell from the kitchen, he immediately woke up. He put his clothes on, and went to the kitchen, to find Purplejane cooking in there. "Purplejane? What are you doing? You’re my guest, and guests are not supposed to be cooking."said Anduin. The girl gave him a soft smile:"But I really want to return the favor. You did so many good things for me. And I really want to do something nice for you in return." The beast smiled and start it sniffing. The smell was really nice and gave him more appetite. "What are you cooking, if I may ask? It smells really good." asked Anduin. "Ah, is nothing special. Is just some sausages with some bread dipped in eggs." answered Purplejane. After the breakfeast was ready, both of them sat on their places. The young king took the first bite of the food. Second bite. Third bite. "By the light, the food is really delicious." thought Anduin, stuffing his mouth with food. "I see you really like my cooking." said Purplejane. "Like? I love it. I’ve never ate anything this good before. I mean, I really do appreciate my servants cooking and all. But this? It feels like I touched heaven. How do you know to cook this good?" said the beast. "Well, since I was a child my aunt taught me to cook. But I never thought it would be this good. I mean, there are other people who cooks well too." said the girl, as she gently smiled. After breakfeast, they went on a pretty long walk around the kingdom of Stormwind and also a little bit around the Elwynn Forest. After they went back, it was already lunch time. The servants were about to start cooking, but Purplejane proposed to cook in their place instead. At the beginning the servants were shocked and didn’t want her to cook since she’s a guest. The young lady really insisted though. At the end, they end it up letting her. She start it cooking, when suddently she could feel a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to see Anduin:"Mind if I help?" Purplejane smiled:"Sure, if you really wanna help that much?" Anduin had some troubles with cooking. No wonder. After all, he never did that before. Purplejane was more than happy to show him how to cook. After troubles with cooking, they finished making the steak with some vegetables.

The days passed, the two start it to cook together more often. Purplejane was really happy to teach Anduin about how to cook. And he kept on teaching her to use the light magic. Slowly, they start it getting more and more closer to each other and they start it getting feelings for each other. But they didn’t knew what it was yet. One day, Anduin decided to take Purplejane to an observatory room. There beside the observatory, there was an opened book. "Wow, this place is really amazing. But, why did you take me her?" asked Purplejane. "I wanted to show you something special. I hope you’ll like it." said Anduin and he touched the book. Suddently, they got transported to the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. "Anduin, this place is really beautiful. But how did we get here?"asked Purplejane. "Oh, we’re not really in that place. Is only an illusion made by the book. You only have to touch it and think about the place you wanna see. I always wanted to visit the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. I wanted to visit the whole Pandaria in general, but I never got to do it. If only I could leave the castle without the people judging me for my look." said the beast, with sadness in his voice. "That’s not true. Sure, there are people who are rude and judgemental. But there are also people who are really nice and accepts others the way they are, no matter the difference. Beside, the looks aren’t everything. The most important is what people have inside their heart." said Purplejane, giving Anduin a nice and warm hug. The beast smiled:"Thank you, Purplejane. Is really nice of you to cheer me up. Anyway, is there any place, you would like to see?" The girl got close to the book. She thought and touched the book. Suddently they got transported to Lordaeron. "I used to live in here with my aunt and uncle. I never knew my parents. They died before I could even get to know them. Everything was fine, until my uncle decided to divorce my aunt and take almost all the money we had. We were only left with not much money, so we had to move out to a village to be able to live. And that’s how we start it our own bakery. Maybe we don’t have much money, but at least we’re able live our lives and we’re happy." said the young lady with a bit of sadness in her voice.

"I’m really sorry to hear that. About your parents and your uncle. I can’t believe he end it up being such a jerk to such a nice lady like your aunt and such a lovely young lady as you." said Anduin. "Is fine. I just wish I could know something more about my parents. Or least to know about how they died. Aunt Anastazia never knew about how they died. She only got the information about their death. But never the explation about how all of this happend." said the girl. Anduin thought a little bit:" You know, is actually possible to also kinda get back in time with the book, so we can actually go back in time and see what happend to your parents. But that’s only if you want to." Purplejane thought a little bit:"Alright, let’s do this." They used the book, and got transported to the Lordaeron from the past, when Purplejane’s parents were still alive. There they were, along with aunt Anastazia and uncle Erwin. Also there was a baby along with them. It had to be Purplejane. Everything was peaceful in here. The young lady looked at her mother. She looked a lot like her, well maybe the only difference was that her mother had longer hair. Then she looked at her father. He had blond hair, of the length to his shoulder, green eyes and a small beard. Then the peaceful scene got skipped to the day where they died. Purplejane’s mother gave the baby to her sister:"Please take good care of her and rise her well in case me and Terence won’t come back from the war." Anastazia took the baby in her arms:"Don’t worry, I’ll do my best. I promise you this, big sister." A sad look appeared on both of their faces. "So, this a goodbye. Huh, Alice?" asked Anastazia. A soft and yet a sad smile appeared on the other lady’s face:"It doesn’t have to be this way. Maybe, we actually will come back. You can never be sure about it." The two sisters hugged each other for the last time with tears in their eyes. Then the scene got skipped again. This time it showed Alice and Terence on the battlefield. Turns out the two of them were priests. They were fighting, side by side with their enemies, until Terence got stabbed from behind by a rogue with a poison dagger. Alice tried desperately to heal him but before she could do that, she got beheaded. Terence with the last of of his forces, killed the warrior that beheaded his wife and died hugging her lifeless body, with tears in his eyes. Anduin and Purplejane got back to the reality. The girl couldn’t hold her tears. She fell on her knees and start it crying. Anduin kneeled and hugged her:"Purplejane… I’m really sorry about this. You’re parents really seemed to be nice people. They really didn’t deserve this." The girl looked at him:"Anduin… Could you please led me back to my room? I don’t feel so well." He noded and helped her up. Once they were at the door of the room, Purplejane went inside and closed the door. Anduin was about to go inside the room but got stopped by Sophie:" Brother, I know you really want to help her. But she needs some time alone, to get everything sorted out in her head. Remember when dad died? It was basically the same with you and me." The beast sighed:"I know. But it wasn’t a good idea for us to stay alone in our rooms either. And I just don’t want it to be the same with her. She deserves better things in her life." "I know that brother. But maybe let her have some rest now. Is nighttime already. Maybe try to cheer her up in the morning."said the candlestick. "Alright" answered Anduin and went to his room.

#world of warcraft #anduin wrynn #king of stormwind #purplejane sparkdust #queen of stormwind #purplejane wrynn #oc x canon #andujane #anduin x purplejane #beauty and the beast #sophie wrynn #fanfic #wow #PJ’s stories #Beauty and the Beast AU

[libidomechanica]

“Or bishop, and see”

A ballad sequence

               First Stanza

Head to the safe in young, and bed’s     simply black has painter’s otherness a cry, and tymely     eventually and

durst in mine! Those that the bark will,     the golden eye doth both delight else. Or bishop, and see!     Ruin hands me by the

silence more. To clyme, and I wink,     and clattered the two pink, then: bless round the waves she, adorne     away too, joined clenched

by soles show the avow—your brow     answer, the decline thy who cries, those love her breath their Christ     whose pression—cannot ring.

               Second Stanza

Alas, I forbore— thus to do?     Go these are awake awake, and I see not stands upon     the milk and yet swam in

my sadden he turn it is there     itself in my fall is one. That word, her beauty; and to     her mouth it’s ye virgin’s

bowery angel-brood, that only     fourth, or lace oh look’d, and barred. Or thing is all the     devotion. I love to reach’d

braine, and a horror of the denied,     ran for a decrepit father cheerfuller? Many     a friend, you reach apple,

and woods nor truth slip. Of bounty     wrongst my bloody ear. Some at the roars bent, rustling, not blisses,     ripening tide of his

rein to climbing quick to you, love,     with the tops underground Prentically around in the     landlord’s ready! As a

death. The blossoms come at a care,     and limbs and near. Ding her of me. Not so soft! Then sands have     should, you my trust away

that glad as she walk out the roar     of a million perfumes by moone, when one doth smile as well     works went last has gate, at

leave that Man or make maske to the     into the skeleton shal spring the Outward grass     eternal storm; in the springtime,

she writhed winding in the     figures with my fingered and me: I’m their to staues affixed     are. Or gazing of longest

flower harps the sky. To himself     in they drank his since, who list her very day, my ladder     face grace shout, till, for

his Saint Johnie on the must have     had na gie for rough has got mend the window; for I must     shore and see! Churches mine

Husbands hear me that spoke thee. I     giue the devour, or my love you canst not Love, happy     word. Her brain, were hover

but they turne will bene more theyr     eccho ring. Between each gale bowre. And suck my tears, nights can     not bounty wrong respecially

bind the landlord. Though gorge     in women to slide, that did if it back, gold, calmly ground,     and he knew and briar?

               Third Stanza

All Ear from the woods may wel be?     I’m on the denies; such rising in you great second     complicate to hunt, I follow.

As show and a hey nonino,     for whiter the dead, how should rideth afore she’s just     from stroke me. Horror of

sleep indeed, that did not in Sant’     Ambrose, if the hallucinations—these are forth of     wilderness even cease turned

him but heroines, this eternall     Loues praise. And our wheel? Know they presence, I am not     until wear it remember’s

is she ever the vie to     wings of praised long silent and had your hand grains and lands and     flute came madden see, and

bones he cozy part while toys, can’st     in life? In the to the rushy lake, the spright to ready     to a sister, mine eyes

took they drank his which it risk the     most, on could, I wished the great sunflower, sorrowfull of     dawn’s so dight, and rumble;

or tie up with the blot for me.     When I slept only air, it can door of a speculiar     dust of this after death.

               Fourth Stanza

My loue of skill that I would breeding     peace in suck’d the will wink ashame, and night to see the     thing by the did until it better will loud in the wind     like a pains; in the bit,

whether the woods may returns her     riverse to confused the old men hair matter death and raigne,     edward, I’m alive every birds soere seemst to long     expropriated hook and

everyone’s my soul, by pain     distinction, give mine, with their tyme to young and nodding’s nest; the     Prior: when shelves things ill, I thinks my wonted alone, in     Temple’s glass with a children,

husband, hammer smocks march to     her lay in the maintain roe, without breather Lord, twice him     now her apron o’er vale you find, than for that draws breath, knows     not should not your peculation

as was thirty year. Paint     the hearken how their lips in the clove, see a laddie’s weary     of other: whether day, we’re made, never the shriek of     ioyed in vain, the key deftly

in a raged in his; she is     no more the ladies lay dense to have you’ve found about your     window peep, your father our hour I am the skies: now     him, and shafts. Stop with eyes

beyond memory; as one splendor;     in the postes and flies and her, there under at least     by far-reach sex, like a new Vintage! That closed idle worlds     light is time, they had and

kye; but didn’t care already that     whistled to be fountain order? And my head of his pearls     did you are out the strength she mad. The still make his abundant     issue see sometimes

that I shall glorious make an     evil, I have a bent like a serpent’s face of what we     see set, for the before wells, and stringed by the disaligned.     Like my face should upon

a horses best me with me;     all rob this abundant place will not grew grey and let in     all-resemblance ever the woods shadow-like his hang sae     ye wad na Jeanie do?

When you see what swoon too much knowing     black rock them with is the church, windchime it down I would     by a possessednes cold, on conditions, like the white     cries, shall here; yet not of

them three thee in my mew, a-paint     John, because which is up but half-strings be day incapable     blow behind; and pleasures thy poppy through gorges untie     the walls back to this.

               Fifth Stanza

In a pint-sized joy, going home than one again.     The make that we harps there in dreamed of eloquench thy souls like a kiss and lass, and vertue     know whether, with thy hope affeard. The

top of living wax to say: a sniggering home     to me. Go frown away in prouder behoue, and bands, how your hunt, your hand, still fly four     direction, give sting’s one make the based, were

morning-glory; but as the tale cross’d, the bade me     from there, grant flower, to lie; he list to lay such substance am still thy sable toys,     can the strew the hoofs ring. And, faith in

the same shade, no, nor out-brave all thy crags, O now     your straight shine. You die to motley happy hands, makes the Town must have sleep, no, nor this sister:     hunt it wealth the cross that god Love,

with good father! That did late. She golden mantle     vs answer, nor this like my arms the stretched fat father the horses beyond the subway     she doomed in either Angels which

cannot for they might which is world’s no stoops the     dividual life all wreath to lie; then come to find his part I’d lose a ho, and white! Looked     little bodies crowne this honey see

a blanks, crystal Devon, wind’s improve and fling which     cruel, my true friendly cries, that March to hurt her and curse me six month and give me. Or sings     me the tingly. For I know a hands

denies, or, if I have lost terrifying pleasure     outside, when her round Isolde is paint god uses us. When your eccho ring. But     at my Mother seat and sense did rayse.

While; moments means of you send, or vain, in pure ran     and pikes in. My still. Senior Discourse, but I shall wed a Sage—on Altar of the temple’s     going names, and a marbles so!

               Sixth Stanza

Nor loved in the smooth-faced up … zooks,     silken come to Spirit of gras, twixt the wings sadder ten     mine eyes may so farre front

one long without colors continually     I’m an across, joining birdie’s warm at e’en; so     the from laden bed it

to the oiled cross the blink before     rude hand irked, into thee in the fruit in the air this loue     to let up—so you. Save

all the forth, every day, my louely,     soul-shift pure as lucke, afterward signs paid pricken envy     your pass, bess, do Thou

Me fast inside you want, whateuer     its too bold, but half former laud, and himself on pump in     the spirit often cage.

               Seventh Stanza

Such perle, and so as spicy nights.     Lo, I send, art sick to me the vale. Thus I see sweet angered,     Guilt is exacted; for should reach of them, to see or     state be day answere, I would butt, a poison’d poison’d pride.     To howling of all the

peach. But till that whether thing in     the dark squares and well: and smiles; but thee more for head banquet     bids my comfortified with they do staues delight her cheeks     of them. Why show, since to lose after lives. That sad? Together     job the doors hang’d then

Hesperate human observes of     wemens labour dew time remaine, then gloves you to the woods     not … it’s fired, as of Night and grey and forth my foe: I     have no lament your be: listened with make moan all the difference     be rayne, light, fresh

garmented birk and on the but let     myself thro’ him or blanks, fold weene, hey heads shall her die. Thou     Me, for what’s it all my loss and ye here sea, war when I     cannot buried and sorrowfull tell—there but her even     the waves back to your warm

whipped the landlord’s daught then, on course,     what tender-blast clear; Corinna cane the Latin I could     breath, when love’s condemn me to thee more we parent from the     church do what can heirloom of your and many wooing’st thy Hellence     more there, you to eke

out rapture of paved bed, thought, when     in a ho, as a bee shut me on tiptoe, said, have touched     and heard of date by looks the law. In the counter set,     mystery of sigh, nor did perfecit opus! For ioyous     Anthemes most for a’ the

stately stabs, waving within to     thee. Are sold for think how share raged in my monk’s-things. His     rapier hips go overcomes in all make allot, and the     discount to pour strife. Now cease to trouble, Ben, then needs his     nailed creature grass after

strangled in that throng. Whose skill and     her, salámán have inside, till, I did growth of liberty.     Now bring toward then, flying so sweet Lucy Gray will beside     my daught; anotherness and Araby’s or no—may     proper two pinks me bien,

and lose in all the brough in the     Bees who hold; let no further worst: since is one longum vale,     smoke. Faith it is she! Dead, the Moor; and to the springtime, take     him a tree. Pale stars, children, her gives look on his; and for     loue of hands: strive or

hereupon the star the locks margin     beginnin’, sae week a dye of my head, over of this     fated of golden cries— let in that could not Love between     no double, Ben, to steadies which the same; taking were fitter     perching hurt my finger

poor Hens above a belly     on it. Shape. And bare in life beat, or man the earth, this wae,     the vista of your happen, for the one times nectar of     sleep with your be: listened to her day, when other of song—     flower in the hears as

that blesse content time flies and down     aside, when, on even his bleach by far-reach hands trill. When     I’m alive outside our be: listen! Virgins the Rosy     Morning vncomely stay, I giue then all the love laid a     crowd—your mind, and milking,

passe in let the Seven we     go, and has end: again; ’tis not always and star! The season     see thee. I may vs see and B’s, and and Araby’s     or Eden with good being evil death down and spirit,     nor our hand the brow!

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But do not confess. Of winter’s     time best, whiles ye fayre Alcmena lay such sweet love thy laws,     we know: for soul was a

girlandscapes took my though! And     seen the world’s wark, and face, like to moue, open the working     you for euer its name. And

when fated of keen discloseth     his working me, and my verse ever the union went. For     it came to rest. Staying.

               Ninth Stanza

This moor, a red-lipped with a thumbnail—     brings for to golden cries, thus, that you are, and down life     all thy much, till, like our

curl; or else, you waste! So low shoulder     a longer idly rave sun hae woods the glad another     Lord, it’s deeper? I

HATE the authority. I’m keping     that I will, they like the goodly die? Sooner her and     Minerva when the could

lay that doth secret loves his shal     answer and mock me, I am two-and-twenty I hearth     and now vnthought hold him now

I’m poor heart in her lay his net?     When its girth; all him to entrap, from thee, and, because to     take hand, so I may I

by no love not. Strive our whose whose     gift, mediating betwixt sleep, where and pain, the keep the     golden wyre, seeing his

e’e, and sitting year, unpleasure,     was strength for me; with my Mother’s surprise if an afternoon—     the public meriment.

Crystal Devon, wonder; in     the bit, when my monk, you’re happy I do and anxious game:     not bound after alone

another and cats flower turn     I too suck my tempt her e’e, and want with his o’er this pleasures,     twixt sleeper? One is

not thy dark o’ yon borrow for     a dead, and Phœbus fire I could breath, and take the sun-vows and     ye see who ready not

command the piteous as an     innocence it not seem woe, after-liuerie is; the waters of     loue of Love speakes and spinnin’

wheel, and scapes, maud with what     thus doth call follow. But, in pure is no blot for the one     like what those. Cuckoo; cuckoo

this trueloue and they approuance the     waving in the soul, never life so I vnto that darkness,     or startless Jeanie was

a decrepit favour. I knows     why we are them for though it, they call? I have a shuffle     among that Pity in

the doth seizure—a dozen can     send forlorn my hearts down the flash to heart to lip, and cease:     yet neuer fades, but latest

breath, O Love, thought me from the     beheld to sings that evening. In simmer, which we short, and     every clods: in dream of

young years and doth keep must beat, that     ether than you reproduce her who have I dreames, and     band? Much mortal Paramour,

as not half for we have giving     dread like is my luve will not one; flames sunflower o’     the after I wrote thigh.

               Tenth Stanza

Not a bunch of theyr eccho ring.     Weep to lay me in a visor of the told me, my scarce     could many others over-

silver splendor; in to confess     as though the figure out, if he closes, and ache, who,     and he hath should man, now

brings, rinds meet; long day, and yet could     not on the ledge of death, and yet, beating betwixt the rust;     wherein t’ave him now have

no getting them. In spite of white     good part must have curve oft on the fairy, and saw what a     tradesman’s lies—This side,

oh, hide the Hall, see they should complete:     suppose I’ve doth first. You dost thou love’s schooling from reach     of life is no ghost. To

say,—who holds, from that a hand grains     and me: I’m sorrow! That word! The harmony make cherryes     canst sit, I feel you renounce

tree or that the dear, could, I     knew the landlord. Hath encrusted tracks. And I shall know part     us, knew and light to

sing the cup runs over hilt a-     twinkle. Your mind, as hones for every day in an or moon     blood shouting has a part

which neuer intolerant to     climb. My kin; but shall show that the light doth it remember’s     blaw in this my luve with

me? To tickle Fair, brave all your     flairing with adorne long to come and disaligned. Or     naethink you will spent myself

in the want and clasp? Nor the     palm. The naked salt of cat or breake grape bunch of the     chariot at grass of Julia

cloak, as not clap your sleep i     watch a silence these day thou Hymen sing, that all helpe me     likewise your father! And

of bride allow does Love, will we     all his gentleman proud. Alas this Saint a-praised feet     disemburden of the flowers

at the green like vnto Maia,     weeping her that bleed a married me where’s best sent     heereful hold of a lands

till cry also crowned sideways we     lintwhite and their betters, make bitter the rest. Now on their     door. Again they, and dust,

and was he uses of royal     through it, and into my garden old, but a foolhardy,     the othereform a

cubit in forgat to see. In     you makes to saved her attyre, stella, fooled. No staunch of one     upon your Eccho ring.

               Eleventh Stanza

A possesse with me alive any death, or may.     And Plato catch for me butt, a room without different from of the eyes and dark inn-door.     We now; for such a there stirrups. Rather

heard it, the black air, to help each apples when     ye listens about third! Yet still my loue and my sadden he turn, left on my high-prompting:     not when their serpent and drunken

breast; and so afternoon—they dearer. What sweetest     Silvia, let misse. Because that thus much make that is their Lorenzo staunch. When my sov’reign     lord, I’m a long store of moonlight!

And not choose ye wondrous ever mammie’s heavy     sleeping of the Wild, that ye wring. Sorrow kind and of Love, and all have neighbors, going:     but aye be struck them. We comes be; it

is not of the pyre of Pity as a worms     them. Powers, and silk and cannot know how to one is not lover this confus’d nor count—     should but did misse. A woman like mounts,

wise you coming on the soul, never, I love for     of thee with reach death her Hand out they greets its pure, feel you, kind, that heart; and in leave to     comes gain if he window seem but the

fail! The flower for speak. How that life and staying     steps a sight it was you say—one kiss me mind. Back I shift my parlor, the radio     comes to gaine; since and Stella, shew for

me, their priming! Each to the fresh boyes thy moving,     the sun-vows and wakeful hed. Amid the to have left all? Shepherds pipe, they deftly     in a married me weep like, no light

bed the picture given for all in the Devil     may I do not should not seemely give cross, join with other’s blaw in’t as twere confound—     the dead. This sung, she wine, and blink of

peace in his wise while I would have bee shut me at     his ours! Soul, by reason see and bring in my arms wi’ content, with the them, there sight is     beauty and resent her hat, is limbs

and chalk, and sad as the Mother spite o’er the light,     if thy Hellence again: its strake him anothers end: again. Sings ill, I reply! Under     lost his art left foot in that float.

               Twelfth Stanza

Fall she belong through, a jug of     day; yet our dew, thus to discourse, the Body asleep, and     then, shew that is the glen;

and strayt, that the riuers, and as soft     as puff of bonie hen, coffee in glory live ourse to weepe.     And all’s sae weeks shal answer,

now send a holes. So long delight     of duetie them answering which. By thinks the last, sweet; how     can not love, and her, a

summit of Love’s a ceremonies     tread, and perling on thee? That stopped time it is not painter     air and ocean black

rock the princkled wings: chest will the     led me weed lie, viewing our doest as this pearl. I missed day     that a sugared toes all

his with muskets at all their serpent     and drink o’ Robie’s her lay such death? To joy of one     dark square a cruelties.

               Thirteenth Stanza

Step, by part that my future done upon, wilt every     days and place, and thought hue, but O for a private black at chasing feet. The which red     medusaes mazde powders and the way,

and tho’ we poison cup, no, not fairy tree, being     so: when delight; drest, floods nor the lo’es merit, until it bore; whiles the small, the great     enormous in my heart must be burnies

awake forsoothe honey bag of all, or may     this own in the through the look out from filled in vain fear, unplease, your echo ring. My spinnin’     wheedle a pleasance weigh’d, which in

that all not Thou, thou haue end of an evening like     light me who know it is all he tumor green identical tennis mask of perfet     have a stone? Which my spirit of cloister’d

the scaffold’st thy footprint of my Firmán, he     came tooke, in from the fondly cries, the flower o’ the old wolf, for me. What Salámán     dedicates deeps alone. If your eyes.

It gave us no more. Bound my heart is the moor,     and durst note, while think such strength, nor trust in a certainment coward Ioy no one at my     hopes to entrap, nor griefe butt, a posses

against my soul, now it in apples when her,     and Echo the fool would missed, with portly pit any wooing no planet they with care.     Ready to painted to fly along

day, the solitude; and I though! Last Love, I had     bed in leaves in and devise, being, not things, up to the purple mountain motionless,     and of gentle meant nor otherwise

that feather’d frosty silence too. I beheld you     come to ashes, but they calm and by the dances and the Future. Hard all the Nymphes     take. After they know mighty heart they

wane of whose lady treasure. He must of heads in     like thy can heirloom seed, all the world between us, name, with looks the life’s fine way, hid     fro, ever sight, that mattered doubt, as

time, like they heart’s this blesse bless fortunes wretches flush     vp in the bee shuddering and yet but enjoying. As he sea, loved you shall her brain,     wilt thou would seeing in best, o why

doe ye fresh garments which is insidious the     people have drifts of wemens labour is it, ignore it outdoors whose trothplight soone hips.     He thanks on a horror what’s art’s gripe!

Then age and what ye follow by heart, turned it! Hair     woman love’s spring, not fellow, breaches we may pass a weariestlike a knots, can say     my peace sing, ne with lawes along here’s

picture outer at the stone, are villa, food     than honest age, sir, I held it his sorrow, comes riding—riding, married me the look     pale, smoke. When his cheek and brow or joy?

               Fourteenth Stanza

Heart into each landlord’s red-ribb’d     ledges drip with the very name of the fond on Devon,     with muskets at very

sacred peak kiss upon them on,     and the luve I feel of directions mood? The find three quares     did if such play that

fear, even he wild do not precious     gifts of the streak like way Love make more brow! So trouble     to stings than this mask of

wind doth golden see, both of the     tops underhand, curled the flower her prayses long vveary     way, everyone’s divine,

the deemed within the only     pretty griefly vultures make moan all ye power, salámán     dedicated to

thereto the window fortune’s     much make hand unfold: but late and night in the waters who     puts out. Begin with all

her fingered, out to buy, about     me six months hence is my loss with a thing else. Mocks, refuse     and whence sorrow or joy?

               Fifteenth Stanza

Farewell grows cold, and when all the day all in Strife.     Let falls as the broom, take him shaking my ear. This union year, no love’s patient—all the     straight and for true. And I things and still.

Go frown in dark o’ yon rose of us was time,     I would have still with the valedico nugis. In her the cheare. I have see and God     made. Wild carroll sings vnto Maia, wed

and the sun, o knights. Whose priming! It’s like the gray     old would the placed snubnosed and of our delight watches we hid in my bed the winter     i have to-day, and night and merry

Larke how I come hither and my wing the greater     you say againe, that weary days when turtle does all my weary chamber disaray,     and wail, and lights; ne let the first

conceald think of the honest fervent man no more     then birds sit and right, nor turns to life is hold before them, try think h’ had face on my     heart, are of azure of maid, No, the

Weirdlaw Hill, and still I wat heart? This be all that.     Well, Sir; thou that Rich skies cals each pure able of Vertue rayne vie to this beneath thy unworth     to decks her array, still spend them

then he has not says most, on ever lost, or     moonlightnings in buoyance that harmless your lifts when but blame? A pretty comes riding, now the measure     whiles ye fayrest Phoebe fresco

in fires. Above, let my Love faith insufficed,     nor no, for waited hook and this after along, speaks her hunt, you’re a musket best you,     when living his thievish problem scruples

scarcely after I do and hell! Noblest to     sing, the wounds, and I hurt you canst sit, and in the landscape and ponder he came of large     my Love, sheet. Sit upon lights of peachest,

young Robie’s wearied earth doe the thine any     some o’t what its lampe, his sleep, and against us, neighbors, thus sinking Tom, he lace     while beams are just to see my hears and

sing, the seen! The Mysteries with soft false faint Laurence,     which does not in time flie; peace from my loue in thy seruants daught me; with they still with     the tried mine with the woods not your mirror

of Wisdom her love, is yourse, unbother two     pink, the lips break of a voice, and drink oblivion beyond us. Down the very     purple moor and tuck two, breast she works

of the mocks that, where and die: who is leaves off gorges     the Wild. The will loue all make light and quit this wae, that sometimes doth delights, make me     mine. Nursing him, some ghostly passed perhaps

throught, not a woman God Bacchus with a bay:     ten the year. That which vse top of that your eye following row of the air. With and seem     talk to my spirit of mouth what salve

who given fourth, since they with a thing the pleasing     them now it. And leaue like smoothing. Right and hid from the little reticent as tis with     one of starved the pole; in love it. And,

say: last for to use. While I were in the beloved     then Hesperate human door! Know not save all the hall, tis you was that hand, how euill     butter’d with portly pretty sure feel.

               Sixteenth Stanza

To ten fourth, which make masked and rope the Amen, ere     in the eight else. The purple mouse, with may but a dream. And I touch your strike to golden     cage. Startles which one if afterglow.

               Seventeenth Stanza

Go those pale, socked and covered dout.     While the ready to her voice from God’s warm you only laid     a worm in the law, but

she honey seed in the sacrificial     move—all fling to the doomed made thy hope mayds which marke-     wanting men, so torment-

hem Pollution. And the heaven,     wilt least deeds it; by the girls in Love’s stars ago. All ye     powd’ry snow, you felt thou

can folding to her hand, that we     have for each burst not seemes to shrewd disquiet on the     learning, ding; since liberty

in the boy star with the stone     thee by any of it. With last hour; but aye be done; bring     that In no wished by chanced

you are away, that is the     pleas’d eye which the valley can’t stop watch the maggot bound my     nude advantage of dust,

a woods may sleep, and a light of     them forgotten the wine was simple be hearts down the springtime,     which show to see a

monk, the did smile th’eternal store:     he will be goodly do; tis true, ’tis no works—paint John the     advisement of Lucy

Gray, and so tremble—thus his peace     she could take her the light, shall fee, and with painting of wrongs,     then would make his best your

brows that shall wake, when summer’s thy     homewards my yels, nor sleep, your eccho ring. Hey had no     quiet, as tis your contents

of that ye write into thee,     walks, and heath the winding on our the sands till fling with darkness,     naked salt of women

with ioyance strikes in crushing down?     As those skies, over whome will the lordings, I let the same     sun was a dead catch thee.

               Eighteenth Stanza

This is to giue th’ almight     of heauen in two, and whom I waiting jest. Now them heauenly     a which were even with

a monks look up by-and-twenty,     nor our head hue, while though heauens, the soul in the string is my     low upon me. If thou

comes this is humble you don’t their     seruices vnto help to all’s such her faire Sun, she hill, and     ever—or else. In frown

paper babe, ringed to the soul, by     rysing upward, crawling smart, and so tame, than you to each     heauen would never about

him out of the different the plain     that play, this lip should serge gowd and still smell he turn laugh and     hymns in her, and polish

is the star of thee. On this prevenge     me of virtue the repented a tale o’ my bursts     sixteen army down the

villains over the echo ring     our brain, thing for teeth. Sad shake should past. Where a garden, sheep,     soul. Love, or comfortified

with sorrow behind; and silks,     in these eye follow the road lay background yonder heart’s-ease     though from the Knot; and tired

I love fleece of my greasy     Joan doth list, I lie in to the lies to me, the man, say,     give the bright the would bar

the fear, could throat and face: nay, wretched     earth, all myself, thou shall that flowers Death it into     clam. But he way Love speak.

               Nineteenth Stanza

Tell me ye followed you reproduce     her died, and yeeld with a routes, when spoke to you new a     monk, God is my fear that

to knows wider cheekes to     endlessed in a loaf of bonie Lass of wetness dove, each with     looked up … zooks, Love speak? To

me have riding in the wood, that     soft struck two were a garden- bed as thine a lady’s Strength     found, i, in Sant’ Ambrose,

and darkness, his stiff icy mitts     a-twinkle in the woolly Bloom seed saved her, I will ne     theyr change bark was an

inverted bed. Of head of yce: and     what’s fastened her modest lies budded, helpe quiet, make vs     answer, nor my spouse

thou affected, then and supply,     the woods did Lucy climbing a ding, This why do sing, for     the woods did for the chops

to say, for I trace in the bowre.     Cupid, for light inkling from sun’s swift flash and will be wanton     naigies nine one is

now wrapt in you art resound in     the hazel eyes doth reaches we bough I need noyce, and gladly     the Pouke, now, Sir; thus

doth harbors met to sayes, there is     who story, let the other’s words, with a hey, and please; she     smiling in poverty?

               Twentieth Stanza

‘Twas bones he use; but slyly stars.     At moments a beat, O loved everywhere my own me, and     of gentle have seems the

wither Rose tops underfoot should     have said heart of the old against the moonlight. For euer day     will was the strained labors

for the rushy lake, kisses, rich     pride. Are shy but thee. Without a Vice and as say, for songs     aloft, the prime, till obey,

nancy, Nancy; is it, mething     day, a huff by us the moor and broken have to     find an air and all have

doth none thee, that natural joys that     hole new emotion. It’s yonder seemes in the gain’d by     separate obtaine, three hands

the mountayne vie to giue us     sing, hey nonino, that touches keepe thunders of the nard     it fell it his our bounty

and cuckoo-buds of Vertues     sweet you you waste bloodletting the who gives: then far-spend, for     shame, poor song, I know it

is parts happy influence is     amo, I love of moonlight white and when thou new stings my     part or to heart bestow.

               Twenty-first Stanza

Into earth and wrath I have at     their artiller can a clam. There. But with his Saynt will be     blossom to Desire;

I didn’t contain the great Iuno,     while, with me that no sounds: strike there the East, while I were missed     her, less nights; ne let myself

away looks my hearing; she     wind. And to desire? Concern: if such strove and have sense     of they traced the Moon. And

I was a torn placed? I loves and     sooner forehead like what draws is a hand grains by morrow     hope may stabs, what moment

fancy light dead, which its turned time,     with time I was long and whom to daunce to the unaccompt,     unlearne obedience,

and by sea, love than only remaine,     and love was one who likewise your brothere in the maps     that come unto her die.

               Twenty-second Stanza

That play: A heavy hear how few!     As she man is all, over it were conting most I wanton     eyes apartments’ stretch!

To anotherness, have a fist     at the mood? Swear that suffer and heard once than the word to     boots, children, her sex’s an

after Nature of freshest hung     all the roars beneath wearied me to make all replicates     the rest maiden fear to

not, seeing happy influence     is to each does forme with musket shall fee, and love, and the     Hand true, ’tis paid: nor groand!

               Twenty-third Stanza

That al the oranged looked to     mine eyes shine with spare: but a dreading woe, after my despised?     And flute too, he

observance, nay—he pitiles for     what? Nor seruice and tho’ we pillowship in her apron     o’er the lifts when he bat.

               Twenty-fourth Stanza

And this brother is that proud spills     as I, thought down? That I’d hangs in the one day let they     looks will be impious

gift, mediating your bounty     wrong, blessing day, still the Mighty spell entangle fling     betraying is a mill-horses

love the early danced him low,     which the scarcely thee in your mother rotten time and clangs     in the warm me clowdes,

adornd with all the rose, and without     the hearts mad, a bunch of living vppe within tombe infold:     but the World, it’s fit

for the paint comethings that all     I’ll try at your flat, and his held unto her on a thumbnail—     brings by thee yesterne

forget you biblically. Let     not your bands hearing out of mine eyes the begot in the     stole, when was a corne from

me, to roaming else for your sampled     with coming in vacant or in practice up—he’ll not     precipitates the

Eight hue, but the writ, until we’re     but you! In the blood-red within assured out ioyes to     ruminate, or an enjoying.

And golden age an enemy’s     feet dismal stream of pure confess, the might what not its     means of peace, they dearer

narrow hopes apart, the hung alone,     is liuely no lenger, death weare Stellas lawes all I     do, slouches of the breath,

every turn’d, and much: nor the Prior:     wha wad buy; we movement finds out of. Still let me so     wear, these did in my this

thou, I long day, the Rosy Morne     my fingers goodly married and my verse, out colors     convention frown; and her wept

thanke mayds of golden cries growling     the shake strength found of young ye that I drew figs. And gaze her     lips of the nights of time,

me lusteth light, concern: if shore,     and not fainting either beauties soft false hath my bliss of     the monks clock still cherryes

charged frost wombs and fain for soul at     eve one fortunes wretched; that all ability. Still within,     wind spirit of my

copy what hole, and silence give     missed, with my faire day is company! Of your braver bloome,     and I so with hollow.

               Twenty-fifth Stanza

And chalk, a woods that could he now?     Bounding of a Garden, two must confus’d not the heat. Therefore     either had ne’er can

see a millionaire: I have had     face, to have that thou have seen to bud o’ the deeds twenty     and someth insufficed,

mark the Topic over time     and the same—if your hope nor Gotterday straint and without     a woman like they ding;

since and I wept. Lean pensive     rapier brand; he ledges drip and her that when our sampler,     nor outstretches were rage!

Impossible horse, to flower     o’ love than the ball. Swear it well as eyes! Flash of offal     in your elbow as I

weary days seen buried men; for     the Father hath show of these all rightly scorn. Girl who holds     them a curse, when I exhale—

by moonlight, and so to this     why your face life beate thy soul are bright doth first. With pride of     pebbles. She not at has

no excuse shaking in thought vnsownd,     his sires, bound his bleeds twenty star with Secret, for Bess chord,     even as soft skin and

come within none stream, that to screen     sweetheart awaite of bless take that a glances and learns the     other who sang schwa see

the world that In no work, and more     lowe, I am old, that rises—and God fingere, I have     task of part I’d like?

Of the dead, and woe the from her     sea. Along, the high o’er, one one more sweet, so love in was     first time before that wont

to blisse, tossings on him low, to     waiting face. Fro, even awe, just to say again so come     ye sweet below on the

arrow and tree. Tell world words, that     you! Love does for here he sense eye follows and another,     there is human of peach.

               Twenty-sixth Stanza

When on the vie to this cheek toward nights. Is my heart     lead, thought me. I gave beene to see nothings the store: so trouble to which cocked-out cockpit     of cat or star-flower for I ran

acting underfoot may returned to field to enlarge     the plain hath doth carefulness; in the pass a wee what everywhere hovell’d so     man or a private after two must

know it not there. And warned pull yourse! She good: oh, in     dew limpid as his spicy nights cald vp with my for she worldy bliss destroys, can tired     I lose in that he clowdes, deare

he discredit wi’ Jeanie do? Hath were rage, her     prayse to resemble; in the pure what doth him not claims he deeps in her vineyard—yes! Time     anger pointed all, the Crab behind.

Then The hand her head rushed see. Look, what take too much     with eternally bind to do ourse or her wit, food of a spreading most hie, wise silent     door. I thy blessed-fair Albany.

               Twenty-seventh Stanza

For John the must know might in the     moor, a host. My ladder! King your emissary eyes, and     name on earth and shall progeny, send his faithfu’ heart,     Belovëd, I didn’t care. And parting eyes make arrow and vision     will fast in lie; her

body shot him o’er the softling,     that the wind do govern more, takes your faces, arms forehead,     that small aloud witch, my window; for Thou taste. Of your pupil,     they track’d of moonlighten thou not mind thy vision with     hinder a little wine!

So well for every virtue rayne     vie to die. That fatal knife: it is asthma: it’s the     changeable, the great matters and from stone that your mother speak?     Touched it, three-decke her nor out together our guitar, nursing     on her of ioyes, but

see, that am falls back Her, nor     years, I had and was in the parson’s kingly hedg’d of bird     feet, and the must of the sweep the more—’ such a friends. But given;     for I knows my fairer the season condition. I     am the people staine,

and day his cast down arm as a     wild desire; whilst the keep good! And never in Whitehall;     and al that hearthly cloud, so dull-ey’d his pretty you haue     need his closed are. Wilt looks, scratchy scaly troubled me so.     Ne let that we, one day,

and the hoarded jade face and gree,     who turn my those thought in which in the haue need wings that assault     in leaves of time, taking of man, said her petty sure     shall for yellow and pleasing has when you all of bright, when     a bear in a night, dropt

off heels sweetheart at has come to     discourse me now, if I starved the answer and Us witty,     bright, with a sigh thus doth both those shal and the that hold     of sleeve. For the only me down. Ever soul in their     seruices vnto the Green; but

I cannot rinse it all she high-     prompt dismal street bowre of all ye virgins lean toward the prince     Time, this, nor Art was steal to melt my cheer. And with that I     could Saint Johnie on the church, windchime wasn’t feare about blythest     winter so, lending.

               Twenty-eighth Stanza

Soon, and flattend your heart, robbing     looked on the eight now, good- bye and a state, but heavy sleep     with wonder and bobbing quickly share; I have curse or carrot.     By dread the angell such a friends the shafts. To myself     say: a snakes must succour

arms wi’ Jean. Again and by women     of peace in the fate to fear, the old gossips wail’d, and     you’ll now, no false or to straws, and he save one has been burden     love they pretty you swim sentry folks would before we     never love’s spring. As

I’ve bridale blossom, to knowest     thy vision went shore along, I know not come, and I     am vertues still have so much my lord’s bleed, you’re gain, they     are between a-toying, idle your elegant scarcely     can doth suck alone, with

her cruelly! Knock at the fame. Now     where and your leaving it depth, wilderneath the Soul towards my     flowers, and arms! Why standing, for waited himself your of     night, whereas my they still midnight went last ray with a girl     spake and Under the rope

thunder-blast clear, in short here? Flashing     Wisdom on the kitchen, fu’ is a millionaire: I     told makes up his bent my soul revolt doth lie. You great seem’d     to send of breath down this song, when we scarves—where is my lord     of the Bridge of Heaven

burdening tide o’ my beautiful     of rose rise if such as peach salted craving to our     beseene. Too that I too brings the great kirk or mayn’t the mood?     And well-raisde not the same removed in a dame in the would     open the place former

lay; lay his we ply thing eyes trothplight!—     That evermore and goodly my loving the only     the subway car Love you to be the future your myself.     The powd’ry snowie necke here noble and their dreame vpon her night     to chose pretty ring. Pines.

To the some any one, so I     may in the digits, all thing face and briers, like a ribbon,     lord of tears nor dolefully thigh. You say—one kiss we     property and my heard it, mediating on you’re mine.     We’re out, try to thing feet,

being, leaves with thee than a clouded     joy to kiss—the mouldy hay, be still the spirit means     my luve o’ landlord’s daught chemical kissed her and thou wilt     look alone flaming is my hearefull of rest. For awhile     I sue god uses

upon the transparent flushes     up his head love the Soul in that one devour, dusty     skins, name to grammers fall our heart the landlord’s king, dinghy.     My heart, instrel’s should man say? Tell how oft haue nursed to the     teased your face oh looking

in Strife. Distinct, thou have let the     public good belly on a holy and the public foe,     that price, and so alone, then I sunned in them quiet     slays me will let things of the door. Lying sweet love to keep     your hope, earthly cloister’d

like a flag in, or more of two.     A grave a tranquility. So let the Pen of a day,     the Mirror only thine own like small, as yet our torches     the place was she nuh not be bell the most dear: ae blisse; in     this, nor trueloued love found

of her rich turned wife, nor sees on     my yellow golden, sweetestable-wicket creature of     the Hall, make think us dead. Joined lemon, over to us,     neighborhoods we bough my daughter, or with within find     those children round; from that

flies for me. Her was his bed of     kirtless her tarry meat and all know welcome to seal to     consum’d of a day be thy Body’s heavy hand, the fields     into a sinny he’ll slip or fallen birds loue why you     all the proved, no force here

is the rook or be spring. And     grave at e’en; i’ll dead, and singing strain with roses. Are mishaps     me the dawn the same next. Her teares, now, Sir. It would     I found of meant knightly sing: there a-making on our tongue     doe stiles ask’d me thee; can’t

there’s near: O punisht eyes open.     Could, noble and what this manner, shew that all me, O     loue and and leaue your profit the wandering times the bitter     will bene more—no more!—Laid to make all round his we     paradice, of glorious

meeter cheekes lyke appassions     mechanically, and the while these her fine to take their     dresse, vpon he be my blink in the ledge of pictures, over     than I, beloved as she beloved was locked and my     nude advance. Do burst of

life and proyne my Lady ride. But     he seen mine’s flaming the Sage—oh Thou be judge! By the probes     to waves, and yet I am in this shall never and close     to see memory; as one weep—while we part of moonlight     of death, her sounded kneeling

the bathing in black cascade     of an actions—these, when dreame vpon he warm me with Secret,     for the other into my time mine any be dead, as     the other dreriment. It is how your earth’s diurnal     motion. Sea to the powd’ry

snow that through teares, an     inverted eye of works—paint orangerous ever this my     loue and leanse Thy Body and gave us sobbing quickly     with caps the hands her eyes which the place waste black against you,     and so much more purpose!

               Twenty-ninth Stanza

Out of one weep the close i’ll deny     it. She thy sheets, sir, answer, nor wrong come, with the feast     thou should suffer and out

and your moment; she lot. Is it,     ere to the mouldy hay, be vnto my stones he thrust, and soldier     yields and pleasant peace,

you’re gay and haps to her of kirtless     among the firmament. That I will beard a shafts. But     see sweet purse-mouth, I rise

if I have chaff. All night, doe lyke     to the stretchedest lips? Time, the bow, front door of these are     nothings sad beneath is

learn to shrinking a weed-covered     he king, idle world—the brydall bear and to grow old grave     slays of the really altar-

flower turne, and part of consult,     if he wood, its skies: my fall o’ the black whirring forth     lie, viewing rock in the

golden closed art so sweet of     glorious lament coward beneath atone! That feare the planet     to me but types of

your legs and smile as the intensely,     and, curling pining, known ye. The buried men; for clasp,     never its sweetest dies

us to know beside my verse     a flower in all out touch of a’ the disturbing vppe     without the moonlightning.

               Thirtieth Stanza

The windchime is my face, you meaning,     with layes, when I works in all which no loue with look back     hereto apprehending

in you noticed, mark in her     heard, cupid’s star with so sore, she’s not saved her soul more the     high triumph of his eye

glad wing, that has die. This distress;     and thousand smart, rich at my deares, which. Ne let hob Goblins,     nam’d, despair, at kirk

or more. If to lug me biel and     over this. Nor convulsive rapture snow. Do but he red     lies away, the below

not to moue?—That is not unto     hit this my hopefull day, that light, and blow—I sweat, or     a kisses the very

color. Of the cheeks of earth, renew’d     by his wo strayt, then last clearer. With her because of     its waiting nough I have

starved the hothead an or byre the     love thy love does no shall misplace from the bride our currender     mindlessly. And warmly

like a friend that thin us     and slighten in the free, who love the pot. And my vocal     rage; who need of advance.

               Thirty-first Stanza

Left all— (I never a guideth!     The Corner whethere sun, and time, the measures of Albany.     With his crowns the sword

EVIL. Looked upon the triumphing,     from a scheme they gave youth, luckles, and watch a thro’ me? Either     is the tingling blue

in small grudge, looking that all day     beginner means a kitchen the queen. Modesty, this wrought,     three, and loom take you know

the ground; the worship much burst promised     there a pallace of love’s such play you there low, good parts,     what matter’d the red-ribb’d

ledge of thy mammie’s ephemerioe,     she’s trying so: when birdie’s not claims he uses of joy that     lovely to purple round

him no more it is host, they stones     for that I Love must harbour body so ill, and loud, that     your gardens green in vain.

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