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Prompt: 'The'
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The teeth of who? Who the Vine-bender?
The nimble smell of the wind
Beyond
My bunk-bed.

The wine-crate fishes
Don't know it. Too strong, too tall,
Too good me.
My draps of dreams. Should wasp and trade revive?
Who knows the tide of songs--be it within?
Who care not there I possess is--sore cross,
The Dregs of Death.

O, there's a room,
A room,
A house--a house
That yields a sound
Of curling grass under the roofs,
Everyone shuts his door.
It's almost night
That stone is halting,
The hands tied in pray-rags,
And the feet like the dappled yellow.
O, there's a light
On a most haunting smile--
O, 'tis some good Mr. Watt!

God's not in error;
I'm sicken to think of it;
So dead you guess
You would crumble.

Though your palsy does lapse, where you slept;
Though your eyes are so fresh with ability,
Not to drop from resolution;
Yet, what
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The groom wrings the mare;
His primped seraphim, elfin-throated,
With black bows distinguish cries--'Halloa!
What a wonderful ceremony'!

"'Season so long!' can such a pomp be neglected
'Neath the routine culture?'—'Comrade Horner quits home,
'Cunningus, cuckoo, prim for Myng'er reprisals the heroic reaper, a treservoir! 'Round a sacred dance upon 'era' air the retinue at the zodiacal bowl progressed."

Those, too derecho,[(Zofuloade!]) passionate pit the form of black forest beasts,
Pettiflamme d'isolada Ile d'Italia Surgente non m'accani, intat-antique! Great Nature with a lawn convex gets. Her pullets it bites darry; And Fontonne more sinuously strays to run gait
With blossoms temple-ward snow-born flowers; but wheels of her machine shroud isle
The frozen cloud: fleewee! strife between the waves the spheres divides,

Then whirl us and loaf,
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The Glasso di Levi song is the newis schwing
Along your GCN party line disorder
Typical for a libret act
Call for an emotional vote
The generalized thirst
To show up and derifle
The party's self-describe plan
Each time only cobotts
Leapo escapes from dull
From holding down a Glass arm
Of clear fluxment
that maintains
THE IRRESPONSIBLE LOVE
Elevated honor and independence dissolved
at the church service before
The bard's shoulders revent
Hushed and lit everyone out to begin
The solemnity the deadtorse's
Faith reveals was died made audible
You inquire what you can observe if you attempt
A little survey that perceives
Things the vampire isn ’nt the human
Viruned by his own
Over brackets
By his love for a shard.
That tear-joint that himself to conventions and [...]
The hardest heart
In CANCELED STRIPES The long ones only do road inaze sound
The straightforward full day's fun and express their
Genuine gust sex between short ones
To early sex
Extended,—
then to late—And how they find the open door

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The clouds battel'd the Thunderer;
And what the slaughter show'd, I cannot tell,
Save only that our staff too was slain.
Whatever whispers there be upon
Such occasions, so in the same time,
God will make it moans more fearful for me.
To this end he rules the fortunes of men;
He sends the fabulous, and prepares to betray
Virtue enough to bug us in misfortune.
Men believe their storied fame, though fearers were
Had not given the world inverted teeth;
For all the pomp of the true, no such reputation,
Without blot or stain, is wont to do.
Ah! but all the best that men can ever do,
Can sink to the extent that, the wayward rogue,
Nought more merits a punishment than some lies
Roll'd under some famous philosopher's nose:
Exemption from receivings, a fictitious name,
A name so idle from its completion, that never
Can behold it, but ifMentor's mouth, Pard-departure,
In ev'n a rustic hand-bill, far as accuracy
Makes him walls. Wise artists and honest wits,
Think
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The cheeks of the midst shone,
Countless-eyed, the face of Grace,
And the beating hearts were cold
Against the trembling, sickly breast;
Palpable death's light grey weather,
Mournful irony in white,
Tempted through tall meadows of grass.

His withered hand may have flung
From the old virgin hand,
Despite the strife of the strife,
His wartred scroll his book
Beneath the long focus,
Yet he remained in his dignity,
Speaking, but inaction had earned,
He yearned to be alone.
By date of having there gleamed
The willows of these alternative,
Lofty seas and pinnacles unshowy,
With knowledge and his uninterrupted,
Wilful desires,
Weeping and silence and acrony,
Music angel-like,the joyous passion that is God,
DPALP-lick or dppale-wale.
No house of man might match
It hath was, divinely troubled.
All thing came to it under its wit's
Sole control, on its oneness all-invident.
It was all enough-ever-enough as is
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The shadow darkest in metamorphosis;
It constantly flashes to the sameness fog,
Then with enchanting timidity escapes;
One elaborate act makes old men faint--
And how he hit upon the present form!
Oblivion, phlegm, stink, bleb quarters, foal,
O, the drum-beats of his drummers,
With trumpets hurri-coerqueruerru.
 
He has a secret of colour, blue, gold
An Amazonian Orient, with his shades
Floating, and a spectacle as grand
As all fulfillments of juggler's art.
He can conjure, or make his primal dreams
Come alive as your daily newspapers cheer,
Or else the metamorphoses breathe their souls out
Like fading supernaturalists.  Parades him knacks:

With banners, rating all systems;
With gigagogues, pigeon-hole the cities,
And stamp with flags the field of vectors young,
Whose arrangement and changes of peak and populate
Make him but a small trick, of coarse trick-bags.

He knows the ore's wealth in the world of concerns
Within the grand landscapes of China, India
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The crash

that left the city Nothing hurts
lost,
nothing on earth kills
them either--
still gone

from ground level Never reaches there
it will reach that any time

one human
one will outsell
the rest around it�
dying
yet Evil falls short
always in knowledge choice will keep hollow
that way can never close, or do anything
ever. Do not connect
is items,
and like when they complete He, a unique Person
wrapped on
the Individual, and a world state of an expertiology and possible
idele plus flesh or without them, as we now see,
whatever happens--
like people moldered people
stems. Tower two, like a grandiose curtain to catch more space
and shit over the next hundred years
Make a program then
’cause I know sheep are ninnies if not
a principle-- which in itself will mean our then
if one goes right and a new
he does there you're
stuck with this Imperial
politics nobody gets to call an expertise or a sourceProve my self
to be definitely intimate, champion enemy-lifer
Nothing needs a man
except need a smidgen of
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The grand pentacles you saw,
The carved statures you gazed on.
Gaze through the antique rushes--
A bit of Greece, strung at every bay--
But took no part in the priestly west."

With a melancholy oath,
With a not cruel voice--
For fearful Swan that by a shout,
As quick as lightning,
The Shadow Trojans by the Bellada,
And Ravenous Pelion kneel down;
Till dead cloven clay the defeated wolf
Clamour, Pander this way, and that way,
And Poeta ago:
Through decay and the empire of death--
Through hope and strife.

A loitering and singing, rustling cloud,
A great overgrown head of familiar fame andearning,
And in its stable hardly breathing aside.Maximian CaecubleinBows him in his goose-necked grave as low as he can,
And slowly and unhurt he lands thock for dearigns.
Sits him with weary, extended sourelife and sigh.Slight bubbling bloom of his blush-headed day,
Bulm a cockle of sweetass-balls with shaft of silver
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Prompt: 'The'
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The two WARSS, their PILDERS, and irascible stars,
FS MUNDORS, TRIM CONTRODERS, were all in an uproar
Add Looking for their Four: FLORA there!

Flashing fast and leaping as their assaults,
Hymenbus above each soul coined Gold—
Dreary dogma! O! for contrast, when,
On each hand a delicate bell &'d, and puffed
Along all its facets down to the utmost six.—Ah! what would its sound be
Call'd up to my image! to my guest!

When (imperishable) and crazy new moons,
Bubbling in their bright harbours at his call,
Showed their upgrading signs bright-gilden wings,
When each y'd attend the Saturday lustres:
The old laboured tenement of Ten to rail
As over a slab'd stone in muddy palings?—Oh! why not!
Thus faily-aid'd before the Sabbath grims & cloaked
One quest to strive for passives, and fare
Fierce toward One more seriously than awhile
Could endure a harder look or limp?—And then, O—O Fiercely kissing,
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The hermit the cross'd pantomime,
Having fasten'd a place for me there:
They tell me thy duty shall draw each night.

If my parting Grecian lay be hom'd,
That destiny bends to an aged man.
The death thawing THE knell's tone,
Is beating hard upon THE will to live:
Though strove by the Gods in vain to foreclose,
I'd rather with the dead to bear the load,
Than burst down the walls, all forced, for the site
And temper of flesh and blood, tracked by knots
Of duty, with hard-herding to pack,
Your chamber'd ease, and fast some cause
To refresh your head with you heedless!
In I him, duly in the cold grave,
He is mortally still to me.
Know me steadfast, yet mortally dead.
But do the Gods of springs have won
Me 'mid legions? behold the Burt-under-Hilff!
O fate! as the eagle shy of morn
Screws the bird from his nest, more so than god!
Over my very shadow for just this
My circling MyMIND I defied oft
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The reason? As with us
he asks is done, and feels no wrong:
(for the heart is always wrong,
If it questioned it'd surely prove cold)
The heart of the old man cares,
And, when the murderer waits,
He knows the heart of the other.

And, if we had any ill to say,
We'd say that the kinman lived poor.
He lost his salmon-pike
To whose warm and twittering gales,
The wild billow returned.
Never answer'd he when
His gun I drew to scare it;
His guns, as hunters they were,
And a heavy shot he'd show.

Light news he brought:
His lad was dead.
Light news!And wild is his glee;
His wounded man's death we knew;
But yes, he says again:
Fair miss tighten fingers too!
Tell me what we oft ask:
Fair miss tighten them too!

Poor forgot Salmon Doc of Sham;
He once barbarous killed a min
To lure the lover;
His lilies were chased to a flight,
 His lady wast away to be,
And when he late his pride they tame,
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The faces they wear,
In their eyes unknown awe of men.
Raft to Barbed shipwreck in hot waves and storm.—
"O Toward us, to us, my brother!" Douglas cried,--
<|endoftext|>
"On a sunny day, in an answering boat,
When I was a sweet child, we came up to
The shore, where the water played
A ditches in it, without slouch of ditch."

Alnicks, as we came from undreamed-of lands,
On our Belle we crossed the bridge, where
The water drunk the ditches we lived,
Ere machine, or vacuum-bag, dock, rail,
Well no brain in water could for many
Sin. We were strangers to the train,
For our baggage was all burthened,
But we were famous for our baa-

A-plenty even to drink the smelling sea
So far from God and red soil. Existingness,
Two words so calculated by ancients,
Were all we asked; full-stream'd from the new, dreamed-for,
With robust strength a continual dream,
Without pack or answering bell at
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The mustard and onion, with the whey
Well milked and elmhopeened, with the tomato,
With the broccoli, green, with the convent all
bandsied about, with the cheeses and the anchovies
& the red, with the gummis and have it all spread
Nearsay on the succotash, beard and shoulders,
Where bat to bean to of steady maygism.
Only they that can, nor they who run Ciesla,
Or who in pledge should dope their dogs or whom we learn
Houte ile! sledderên! dauberrahn! idae… Icann! Edëlkis!
Children, enjoy good wine in Timothy St.
Unknown into mothers!!
Just here the noble sacrilegious remembered that it was the French
who condemned him to a string of baptisteries, that frequent showed
him! continuously, to whirl and prance in etc., but now the court
takes away each and all her drudges, notwithstanding the statute to the binde
and no soul declarant would he do Bondage for a dabbler in et!
done in Benjamin, which was no strength and probably
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The elbows that followed amorphous limbs towards stifling men and days

calm; isolated lees before them; two stepped ceding numb things
seen no dweller in yellow light and with unechid skin; anything blue
gone who waits or emerald spilt down feverously.

ridge a new channel, a bulletin, a summary, a whispered snatch
outside. It is No.
Out-of-doors, life-deep, grams in such form frolic
alumnas,
my gray dead patch soured grill in minuets a tuftnow moldwort.
But where those we feel to be brick reefed copper,
and storm water pincushioned, don't coast same,
lecrailes, on zone scorched fear,
as rock, feature long fretted, spike and spigot sweaty sashay by for yodeling drink that stalked driven curtil,
odda transformed sellease, two, two north.

inner thoughts from what is nothing, gap iron trap-doors,
ampersands in heavy concealed heaps like ping-pong. In there, I know
the whisper, dry, spilled sufferings Sea-Cr
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The floods the opening march
Of meadow and briar de Orchards;
With mounds it obtrusive blocks are beaten,
Builded with a constantly driving hand:
But o'er the Asphod antiently the Stain
Thy breath invites me to clos'd to the earth,
Inflam'd with thunders inexorably.

There thy dusky meshes hide thee close, inartunning
By beginning honour with the wind,
And greeted before with thunder red:
The wild chase 'twixt high and dim-coloured wood,
In parts hidden furthest from view, that thou
Havest in tha' kingdom of balsams;
Form thyself a prince of Hyalasblocks,
There thy thorns on honey-toptahill make
Thy soulless bosom clutch of Bellbird,
And there thy hedges erect thou immur disengage;
Thouch thy babeall saint within thy dappled leaf,
Sad the wind thy mournful cry may remurb.

This fruit: when by the bewildered brute soul
We hear, beclouded with serpent tongue,
Flutes of Tyger, tore from the heart
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The Oscar Wishes him love,
A proud ambition to his wild fancy-shape
Contemplated, at length, until to heaven
To make a plain reply-- Then the thunder-clap
Had clapped the Dii-Vii, and to other he'd cried,
"Say, not a child O send!" and with newer scorn let loose
The dolorous Dicerata Mice, the dim-witting clowns,



Their ping when eating up a Ploughman's eve his food
I saw the curs'd Dictys in the Weasels be among.

First they make their fierce neighbours cruel, then with whom
Their own sweet pranks they will indulge at ground of.
The Dicerata seals their bellies each way at arms,
And taunting butts a walrus; 'Twould urge the natural pined wight
To space the image of a tuneful dappled hare;

Then for a Portion, with neerest pursuers clomb to their hunts,
This surmoole slinking for the Rivers's echoing Dane,
They hewl the water-tail'd beluess upon the River's bowl,

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Prompt: 'The'
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The.

Wearing at question,
Till, throning good and true,
A stranger sought his stay.
As father, in his mood,
Lifts when he scolds, lightens bold
When nought scolds before.
Our course on is up.
I'll shield you protected from day
To fierce-wailing night,
And your plumage along, round,
In tame palatinehood!

'That darkness rushèd through this room
Notice the glow of sudden flames
And what a burst of haze as we jump
On the bright horizon: lo, yes! catch this last
Superylny of the frame to which reading has brought
In a dreary, pallid moment
Where death and decay sleep naced.
Now I stand like a dally, 83
With eyes to live, and glad, at no charge;
Your form I see, your look you gape;
And I, to turn your fountain around,
Rub weak at its title.
But love, wasted, leaves all its glory,
Mouth and eyes, farewell; of me good course
With tear (for tear darts ground in new ways)
Am ever wise
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The word, since the baying of the boughs,
succeeds in the tale.
The sun, walk wintry wast he knows
Away fro other duties would dare,
Will try to do his work there.
Of shepherdage too he's respected,
By himself a blessing!
Sometimes e'er the flock a pilgrim thros,
And long ago a St Honore, he'd end:
Sing down our Merits saint vaunt!

"O'er the last years of sun-weary wights,
Before Pope Benedict came with craft
For St Luke and St Pancras buried
We bad much more faith than now,
From gate-crashing panes and chapel roof
Up leafy meadows we oxen trod,
Under wading boughs the filth was light:
We trusted too much that the withered chirk
Could or should be there a while;
And our pensive monks polluted us.
At times more than very small of rain,
But especially on Lent, we lauled
Scarce early our time to walk;
And wherever our panelled hearth the hearth
All able to fire, we lit
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The bow-cotelet,
Plot of a lassie-lament,
Spring, Autumn, Easter, and Fever.
Out of bramble hollowed,
Wild roses her fallet set,
D'Ardaut or oreillentialling.

Tells you that your lost beauties,
If Lme or Encua,
By the love of abypus come,
May heele to somewhere be.
The layulye sunne to the constell­nus lies,
And the dewy boundaries on secunde,
And rumoured, and she associated asnoes,
The rayle of the Windes leprous be.

Of her a-time on Maid Marian rant
In dale to dale hath laid,
Queen Warrent Hill hath not reason to fear,
Her halsly the stream to nape
Working till thou, O fairer morn�mee;
Ne will the lonesomely of the thorn be
Till this nest of sinkays should dwell.

Ne wisse thou,  n of include nigh,
With noth to loue,  on thy modid best,

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The big eater, and when on the fiddle he mounted, their elbow was pown;
 but his big cheer, the songs of Jove and Med­nomen, that crunched beneath the fingers,

as, the light drop perch grazing on the brokenness of the grass,

he quickened his place in the savoury-top,--
the crying craps, as they wailed around, the fleller, and the hay
that no dull hummers of the sugar-shine but one drooped; desperate he sat

and on, the straining stream,--the leaping whit­eewulf,
his mouth open, and silver eddy-soothed, and half-a-tworn in its coax-work.
And, as a snake as softly it moves hidden from sight, ere she calls it,

she at any sound could gaze on it and doubtless remind him, "It's you."
His ears that could so hay the sweetest of sounds of sweet,
and faithfully echo from thence, his reflection, in all his early
brightness, from mother to "Chir­t in Middle Heights,"
and in his singing to Agnes on
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The company leaguers spelt it Ma's.

Ahold'e his trump it Solomon's!
Against our wonted staff the blew
Be belov'd the glory that promised:
While loud the trumpet making a roar
In the Halls of Democracy.

Maker! sublime Grail! who vanquish'd cease,
Butstar-meriam bened intar,
Inteor-manachor! manus aith.
Fedell was utter boredom impure,
Meet uneodorse with Merryn-san,
Blithe-blatt'ly as the briz' orientatione
Whidith onion mony awn the calf,
Whidith sweeteni with ruth the jussetic'd spring
Of Panther Bullies be held. Fedell, that lutes
Weather han'm the mana of the grace,
As if itrann't dira'st to be like ath
A prawling peacock!
Jesu soceros cocatos ad incola
Im sin-ssterux bovinx c los-grimas-lusys
Jan la Hash, immatus quem usciles visudunt.
Adamchesnarduther!

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The close of the gap,

a ring of wriggling ranchos, orange
and cottonwoods running into us,
big and bright, across the Willows,
into the cool bottom of the valley.

We are roomy but attacked;
warm and moist, with enchanted eyes,
each pig looks fresh, off, in a pink top hat,
its top hat winsky.

Wait a minute! Wash this face—
tying up these teeth—
getting those blood groups down!
We start for the brush,
madly going, like rickety van blinds,
turning killing white dogs,
turning sleeping ones,
slandering the ambleseed——
close-hinged, adam's apple
in such a lonely way.

Sometimes pigs call out for love;
sometimes they stress with both ears forward
as if the spotlight
were off. Sometimes—it seems to me—
they only want water, so put their mouth
out. Or they whistle at any dearface in the bush—
any dearface reeking on one—70 piglets! Do they whistle
for joy or are they freedom?

Myself, Whining because everything's
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The naturally cold, but rationed food, the always solvent
Run, running, run! the signs are not broken; they really
Refuse to be bent! They dry you--don't speak;
While urgent signs diffuse, "Be careful, you are
Out of your pageant now! Look here from A!"
Because a trail of a bib with Good Day
Grows his Savior all around,
You a noiseless hull of grain or nigh the edge of
Beyond its bounds, and in your own blank lust to break
Some time from the smallest accumulation, with a shadow
Shaded on another's was heard from the pine-wood fringes,
'Mid the midday airing and hill-breath, and the
Mast of corn--in a cheerful spaces ofmost smells of the lepers'

The herbs, behold! that spite your withering flowers come forth once again
To leer from their bows, like cats, all shy and quiet
With a little step, to each butterer now in a cheer of cry:
Trale's bloody embrace but gives me easier dreams to dream;
The long-descending clouds, again always a shade of wine;
The few and old songs
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The tears spray'd on his gloomy night-bridge."--
And e'en as so forth the careful chorus he requests,
A soft note and keener tone descends upon the moat:
"One sly step to-morrow,--you know verily I seem!
And that was night and day! And in my hearts such song my lyrics be.
My hopes are dire, my wounds yet do lie unclosed;
So, O know, as live-strings delink to to the sorrowful air,
Hence the tears continue yet mine ever to flow.

"At night, alas! My sorrows had marr'd a king.
And witching night, in your dark and sad revel took
The nymphs, that to drown the perfidious crown
Of Priam's jewel'd crown; that was white on purple
Warg'd by fire and scourge from my cold decapitated lips.
Speed eddy!---was a mighty witching night
When Acheron's roaring egomancers weave their showers o'er
The neighborhood o' Sixty-ninth, as it now vast Nashville
With mounds of ash, all terror unto me:
Their earth overturning sweep me
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Prompt: 'The'
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The heavy Bruins clove
The veins of the Argives with battle-cravens.
Nor wouldis brennande they there.  See kels marchin
Before the firs of the shady land in peace.
So gosto mendebemd my lohiais, arf
He fill in Mecyraeusian haste.  Taically his gem sheer
It fares here sheer full;  helm and brandraugh
It plunges in Gallon's thick throat.
Then vanes began to whir and whirl in woe;
Snappèd o'er hir panopic crest.
And here o'er the gaped men withered so Fortinople-d young,
And through their dusky glisturing from perils sore,
They downe so-gallant spear disched me reight.

By much I think th' Sonne loved me
My Eloflicn.—Then with this letter here I now
Ship those (his feathers sprinkled with three tinsel ones)
Who to my great lorde reachest.  But e'er they come,
They bellow and rattle, and to
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The smile below, that merged not dulness
Of good nor bad, sadness or joy,
As I walk I find not trouble. Perforce I must die--
And I will, and as our father Rome forbids
Our sons to die. But worse of life I tell
Thhy' athalop; you know our mind is vain;
Executive all, facts of flesh confounded here.
So is it: and what's the murder for?
I, my Muse, whose Friend imploys Church
And Monarchy; with my secret crime learned,
In black matters dear to me historic!

I knew the low thing, my Foe, when I make use
Of logic employed--but, good-bye, we
Are not philosophers, 'tis the will of Fate (says I),
And with a cruel complexion of flour's coming,
Schism from earth, you are churning, and out of doors
You bless the beating of your heart; and the same,
Do you hear, further down it will cost me--tell essentially
Artifex pity there: of what I say wait not now;
Methinks my music has made my fate all my own;
Envious
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The feud was only in name, but the wife of Djssephemus' other child in is
OEa, did say a little whoop was good.

The nymph was lubed and envieous, and liv'm'd Fysshia—but wedded
A barmaid called Proper; the harpy mair then,
The nanny called Diantha; on her, Roxee bare—
And like the book of chance, always threw her mirksel at mare:
A sword did fall from a knife, at fair shapes and hard,
Wondrously DLaere's mare, and Glocose bag of porring.

Nae more mair than shoo auld Annies for Sabines haudled the throng
Of Xenomenian death, and made the men theirb
Om the arter, and Djek, and lifted them up to the napp'ring Iosemeat pies,
T'imb'rer the fals, and rowed out unaus'town and country men.
This was to the Lining or Iosemus, of Dulbardon—
Wuz but I was to Calais and the Nile,
A
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The conspicuous passage was as it were of water--
It was then Romulus a bridge
To segregate the waters left just spoken in town.
They absorbed from the outside, and issues received,
Soon Romulus North and Blackhearhing was there, great storeways, pushe and portion.
IV An entertaining city my traveler's sight
With slender king of bays, Theseus, also grew,
With new-built mosques, and new codists where ashigaruwa
Channeled, whose clear measures strike the ear,
And glede which ring, as clear as pipe rooks croach in the crav
To Diana island unleed and glaivance.
The spoils of races commercial, new-built,
And holiday past with her are sixty wide.
The straggling countless; of thirst and bareiless fear
Deep-grinned and deep as discords the leaking ear
From her phoney saath's praise; like wool-gurgling daunts
Rear'd, and sudden boil of the sand,—the struggles
And mistakes of apes come with the shield from their shoulder,
Beauties of the plainbacked sea, that nimble one
Who taxi of collide
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The stalls where Men are playing there,
And Judas' eyes are there,
And Judas' eyes in the sun. (II. 622-23)
These ominous intimations of the Law,
The penitent corruptions of the Law-bodies, soon
The coming of Judas--a terrible portent,--
Sailor land with the Saxon shafts.
The glad Lear is vital, flowery, could an even soul
That mingles with a pleasant semaphore; he beliveth,
And the woman and the earth obey him.
These thanks-biberspecific and mabile vacuings of the skin,
These minglings that make with the seeds of things souls,
Are seen long before their feelings become the flesh.
Not here the secret of their secret immortal worlds be sought,
No speedyaim of their myrge the dim Lords; thefold that had
The goeden of things gods!
Yet it seemeth that they have naught to do, the gonnaware they have eyes,
Which none foreknoweth or hath to comprehend.
Thy heart with rapture stirs and I wait for that thou wilt shield me from all
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The sail to his farewell, and spread the white sail,the old gray head of the famous Old Guard, the sword carried by Frank, the gray-vest of the Guard;
Unnumbered years lit
A soul-intiud to Death,
While the helmsman made the helm rung With gong to make the sailors glad;Galvias, Peurent, Montgomery, the Guards: men and fearless names,
Who upon an OE both died;
When the ships, like the rising sun,
Caubad, sail upon the dark sea,
As of old they did so doleful stream,
And in their caps the ladies shone o'er them,
And in their cloaks an English Bay
From the rulers thatwar the dooms did make,
One at St. Brusses, one the Castle.

"Heard is the great battle-toss,
Looking to battle,
How our ships are barrest,
With what hewn of their crew,
Underneath the sorrow red.
Right glad to dwell is the Mother

With whom some two hundred years
Have ver it a Uck till now;
When the last time, these ten,
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The leaking seas
Heeds for gold:
E marks the gold. EAD'FARNI.

O mighty God, who walk amid
Celestial objects above,
Temp'r by thee the world was redammed:
O mark the gold before me,
How the vain spring's peeps o'er his verge!
How little it glows, and how lily there!
With sheds of Men I tell whence thy bath
Shall be thin'd from me dissolving away.

The bright sun, though pale before, the Gods rise;
The ancient sun with holds aloft his area's,
Bissey'd the morn of Inwinter and torn up with haile.
Awake The eternal emperour!
Without left or right he stands decide'd;
Unto the limits of all these worlds he will
His miracles oqlft send, and send them yet,
No erect stand nor crosse to the right:
A tiny foot will issue, in ferst instance
Whither from the just seat to arise.

His face no frame or crest, in manne's face has seen,
Nor yet head-gear of hemlock, or r
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The booths of the ring
And a field of tender stone among river-halls
Its wounds are all patrons of the coarse outlaws;
Its sharp axes those who approach
Healthful is ten thousand claims' heirs.
Bright bells on the hills
That bubble above the cots with watches of torch light them;
O, plans that are leaf in a pettifull sound that vco the main!

Another boat heaped snuff and straw
With cowskin and synes; soft them from their working-cresses
Peep through the whites of their cheek,
With a low waft that at times
Tugs like the sun.
He contemns a flotilla,
A goldtled raft's cases
Of implanted case-insignia; a briny silent trio
Of radiant essence,

On each stern-head the drained glare of equestrian splendour;
On limbs of neck and bronze chest
Phrygianly they grace;
And like the shining glances of a thousand godlike mares
The culped radiance of dew-touched ivory fills them.
Immituously they tip at starlight o'er the rock,
Straightway churning
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The missing token,
The complete mistake
Stored safe, like a great book.

The lesser kink has gear and laces,
But the well-tried shunned a tawdry lame,
Besides: Velma's sliding here
Within a pivot hidden in expression,
And allthings rubbed at white the regal crown,
And skelpie over again by tiny touch
Anhingtao wears that does away foeman.

But certes not furnished beggar must
The bodyshout: the bloodhaim he can call on
Him off, with order unexpected:
Then bow with a haunted pride an harder head
To be the man he, to curse the flouted pay
Without a nick in man that worth shall it see,
Because bragging, with good and manly vow--
For when these thought stand, if you'd lead a boy,
As, 'Oh Christ reader,' I don't wish you had me!'--
Obeying judgment once it is well and near
And hewn with cunning in arms not at arms
With louchant ligatures, twern a democracy
With press in realms met by the round handle,
And pleasures that outstrick
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The blades that dash upward in our youth;
No time the deceison of taste,
Or taste being some mixture of pleasure;
Parings of the moving corners pass for heaven,
The chords of the arthritic thigh;
Days to wear when we run under the sun;
Far nobler days than Lucian, or Barber composed;
All are honest, and our nature is good;
Humorous and quiet, all are sweet.
Sad for one to say he's never anyone's boy,
And learn the ramrod never, or favourite court;
Now has his inherited ataxia,—i.e. bad sleep;
(Like his rescuer, rigging scripts all day,
Ricoche'd with four, memorable noses).

Home-guests; and antique things he's scrutine;
Regular in reading the modern 'shop,
Or kin to the day except flash as they spark:
Only heard religiously grow a week-end's prattle:
His daughter's every Sunday tutor hard by:
Would hold pomp, and drive if she liked, or jam;
Then in rare married life did retain Kist,
But his prudence got him wrong; and so was married.
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The ensign was bright,
In muslin of Thai gold,
Erelong, the robed Imperial Warriors,
Taking the lowly section,
Ridden from broad to narrow,
Passing the savage neighboring tribe,
But encouraged by the very sin.

Vanish'd along his stream has told,
Where Spirit flutters to and fro,
His swan hunted low on the lea.
By acres and measure, ah!
What made the despairful cry of "ain't"
To ghastly swains of the wilderness born!
By lynchmen and sandlot murderers joy,
By forces that glowing charged the hot sun
The trophies of unimaginable war!

With his Lightning thatscrew has pierced the garland
Of Adonis, who in all his might,
Might interpose theLiving, or curve the woe,
That thrust and wounded at, he save his joy.
With one sad sober firm: The Baron interposes
With his fear aver.

Hang him, tumble him to a gibbet prisoner!
So, The Baron borrowed Liberty's name
Here resting on his innocent best;
So—the Pilgrim at his grave-bedside!
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TheOnly truthful—used to read,
The only slander who had you know
Is old, so good, so no longer young."
Old queer! Only young!  As if I could grope
With this life again, as ever up,
Discarding all my momentary pride,
Dishonourful as when we had to work.
Fell her bitter lament into peaceful breath
That she might not frown another frown.
She sits on the aisle with starry cheek,
Ear gazing, she can hardly stir till she feels—
"The standing door must be open, it must,  I know
She cast it a round wink I'll not waste the kiss a wink."
As queen of my breast, I must abide, yet,
She tells how in loving of Youth she found
The grating paths in Wyoming after desert down.
"One may dwell thus high that he be not so lowqueen,"
She truth says, and my love repeats her counsel.
Which leaves me as uncomplaining as the Sloth
Too;——"If here lie and here indeed must not grieve us,
As we're showing how!  Why, Brother, you do this."

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An encounter in a Texas bar; a fearsome texomaniac.

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mythical world – the same kind of
Creature-of-the-Imaginary
Outpost you often read about
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chains together the stories
in Magnificent Obsessions. Over here
Wild Papists steal Protestant rain. Down
people take electiced dirty money.
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myriads of minority folk are damned. Finally
From Donaldetown – by the way, eight messy occult shops
bearing its poverty and unpretentious sophistication
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The terror weighted his soul's languid course;
When facing his doom design'd, the army
Runs to the stiffening muskets brachs on brachs,
Travers'd at once by sudden death's grim
The fate no one fears, all, save an Octo-
Constant need by horror made tame.
Straightway the stout-arched spear hurled down,
Strings his weighty streamlet o'er,
And stops in a ring at is driver's side;
Soon, lightning teeming, full grown bold,
A splendid crimson frigate hast ul and red,
Steufing on youth's retreating armored train:
Mounted to statesman's view,--the godlike page raises
A wreath with flashing palms, nor needes words--
So through the trembling moment happily gone.
Thus Cairon no more...nor I...one day's game
For he should ride again--but the work is done.

Meanwhile his lofty chieftain would END his game
Of life, thought world-effective wise Devoter
To change from play to foot-race, and from ETTS down
Into new­-age race. No
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The entire space of the Universe
That occupies
Forever.
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"Accabathène", by Matías Enriquez de Penoricá [Religion, Faith & Doubt, God & the Divine]
Homage and gratitude, in touch
for you, return to him with love,
which in no other way
can be overlooked.
For him not any taste, do I e to Antinous’s, in my said pure-blooded land, of whom some pure and lovely nymph weeps in piety, strong to overcome any prating foe, both inwardly and prone
“to slander” your entrance.
I leave behind me then Sarsenus, solitary slambuster
in Paphos. no better shepherd.
“The little horn you’ve given me there,
isn’t of Erebus’ but my true sire’s kind.”
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"That among the dead which lay in the sepulchre, much of alteration existed, and much of treachery and lying, as no blam’s song of foeman, but bl
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The claim that all the Gillespie of Greece was void is so much
Kindled by poets; yet folk, even in
Light and growling fane, seek their poetry in truth,
A twelvemonth of old pockets.  To veer the clear
Near further the Dauntless where one bends thir eyes--
And Love wins; such is life--an absence!  I swear,
That only the falsest wit would bidd one shun
The idea of lust in amber itself.

How I curse, how weary I pine!  Twice bars my rhyme now,
And three more to rhyme uneme!  How strange, for ye
Of those that take such temptations!  I have Much
Scarce long enough to \me which 'twere then name of?  Yet
Should I give back all this multitude, who well
Harm on pleasure?  The thing evermore was charming.
And contented withsooth as the falling of the day;
Prom reserved my whole life, and had sped his desire;
By a flaunt of colour, that played so tasty,
A poor artist pour'd, as though such storming-cries
Strangely swore that all was come
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The reincarnated sonne of King George the Mad
˜Eate That Sensual Soup Voluptuous,
Andy had never drink vinegar as fer dinner. The tap
Moved apace in the stirrup under the left arm. Andy swore.
A little dame nestled on her back
In the amber Persian straw. Her rope bugled
Thundering...and the millionaires, heels
Thundered...and the people cheered; and Andy
Smoothed the sauces with his knife hinging out
He threw them back. 
He raised a bushel I'd barely pushed aside
To say, "I am a little bonk," and I heard
Equine hum, and horses neighing...and he smiled
And waved his hand...and everyone ting-and-ding-ing
With pleasure. 
But dying starts what began, you know;
The end of love for master or hearse,
It keep on life: ends or endegan.

I saw Lulu drift in the magic brook
And he began to snore; I said again,
"You smug’d a turkey in the clover!" She grinned
Up at me mistily; I veered still as
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The decision tends first to be of pyrine and of epikeimen but this
I love, then am at the depot himselself and provides accountit baggage clumsy) I would have said that sordidness mark Wellington would not endure; the tie is the mate and I have done out in; breakfast play yard legs; got quite a long political in habit;

with an emphatic air a homeless is and now his condescending sentiment turns
England toward their road to heaven and He is Buzz it; and we, in tin shoes or boot we are—this is Centre; never has he come, never will he; and so in War makes them try to goblins in settherone don't hesitate; I must put my head in; go acting with all my little cakey speed here Ee diem Roan comes piecemeal
than withdrew me as Zelda did less, though there I am mingling with all life with my own outer foolish and old memory I heard

George said: 'e had a good day last night. Ee flame and you serves him pufficks, slumbers and miserable about; on it waste your life

until the cup this leave ghostly occupies; (possible speaks mre a
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The tube rang shrill, as I pass'd,
“Deep thro' the woods and pines, where a broad
“Plague-forest darkening my path.
“Swift to the metallic oars, I made
“For the Son of Dian in comrade-ship;
“Hence for one, until set his shall be
“Common I shall be with all the reindeer,
“Swift to the heart of fellow-folk
“Avaltack—"Fly a matchmark Onsace!"
Swift forward, that may to icy Dennis,
Hartstein and Gudrun, a heart-ease bring
Success to himself and—His sister.
Other wounds seen I at my will heal,
With the needle to take her life, than no work
Has ever threatened my life, varnish her trouble,
Nay loveless and terrible her noon. Yet, still
Inspir'd with diligence, when fortune gams me,
Rally'd swift and rising heaven above, phosphory
In the mouldering grottend and cavern holds rest,
Of my inviolate Godsome deeds to the crown
Affording me rest
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The average American sight of the skies.
But only the good new-car salesmen know;
They know, and for that alone are steady.
And besides the quasi-professional sightseer,
And delighted of late to see the dead;
Wounded by an intelligence and disinterested,
And learned as an expedition sent to Europe.
I, who know some of the secrets of the
First among their sights to undermine.
Are absorbed in other scenes, and have a lot to say of air,
But I won't fret. Better of your pain than mine,
But a secret to produce still seas of names,
This Sunday in small boats with flags leading out.

A crowd you may call me, I'm not much of a fear,
But taking nature's clear amid the grave
Some rising light flooding at the sun's return,
A sound of water winding as I spin
And not nowhere but on the deep some part;
And where my mules pass in dark steady night,
My watch is set; and by the help of boiling surf,
God knows, by yearly trip to Duck-lane art,
Then toss around my waves and heat as I play to swell them,
And as
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The pesticide walks the earth;
As at a cow-crowded run,
Nor summons tumblers but fountains;
The variant infuriate air
Panics the prelate; yet there's court in the billows.
Clouds crush the thick trees' virgin dens,
Like that star of Etruria; red leaves thunder down,
And thunder's an introductory tear.

Seek the Lover in the stony forest:
Seek the Bride in the stream: where he wanders;
View my case, if you duly know,
In truth I am the better man at the worst:
Her flesh knit; her kind interest I collapse:
And he there (sheathe, sheath again) does nurse,
Untext which reminds her keep silent.
I hoped, I craved, I, too had lost and sought,
That the lover-maker, the bride-maker rise again,
The wedded sheep of my hankering pelf;
That each in mutual wrang could make us fair:
That such as I should wear her I might not long.

How much as she wi'double would her trigger say
When she folding a new load,
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The feeling of glory, no mate of his reeking scannon,

Give him away; but, in swura win mahtuch te tawn,
Do na man give to Bedamo'l luchop stout an' 'ad gin.  I ain't favorably

For', quoth he, tha blatk tha chokeict--wrongly fo' a man to blat.
Arietcho' Foundel 'iml wel,' favebut, I won't refuse. He didn't care not
What, if 'im, wearied ken I'd saeichaom. He was na quality
Qua' 'im.  San searn bltat', ljit, I guess like sealed Turnbull;
He was an thac, gentlin' Explain operationin' yisd twud fussin' about me ted.

Cleonop's an army officer who should be more diplomatic than Indianish.  And I don't care if the groom
 (Wha's married jist to Auburn?) has lost his bonnet. Wot can tell the man from
the hrade, I swear?  Comin' aside-a their candles lit, we'll
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The tiny gun guarded by Elephant's Foot in the sun
The large gun defended by Man on one team;
I pause to fancy of tips o' corn,
White before the Battlefield-honour of choice,
Sidin' mane ag'in beeit features of a west-wind,Or if we'd do what we'd like to do.
Dropping, every eye on every bullet's path tended,
The web of life seemed forced by ice-change[c] to close:
Glider-floes, and the Lion and the Rose--
Ah, how all men heartened! toilers! on their high
Expectant, back of posts shouldered, with hands down.
But the Milkmans and the Word-men--eardrops! the Milkmans, their jobs, are so tiresome I won't let the Natives be dull,
Nor would you--lided to the muzzle angrily,
If I didn't have a much greater ance to expect.
This 190, crashed, amicable Mob along the road,
And you market men as nicer compared--
This Argonia of peace and calm to compete
With that flash'd Babel of red on black
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The joy you let pass,
Purging on an altar, was
To God and to Bath-sprung.

Yours for my eyes, sir, they could show
Of woman's sanguine choristers;--
A yonder rock'smost threshold made them appear,
And blingque my chrysanthemums line
A waste rock'slower side.
Then came the Nymphs—what part of track
Were they sweetly faced? The Gymnopedust
Scarholl me, what a superb leaden mother
They were, in right salutations bore.
For fair, wait for sister's ear; sweet when she puts it/
That I break my heart so ill.

I waited well—er heart's blood was goad.
O Lord! Good luck then for my deed so wondrous at war,
Islamic right, then daily to troy
How I next'd her. Waft not I path through that tamers length;
And bear the thorn from out of my grasp, or else bring
Not via Balgoli straiter through that narrow;
Indicate and signify me its course.

You my deed before me, you thereway behold where
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The cheek is burned away to a pair of bloom-tinted socks.

Vanished; Reversible seductiveness.
I fondly!

Hid donuts to cheery little women
Upon trimm'd embroider'd acorns, and
Tinted the tendrils of blue I allured from the home,
Blown away in endless lightly-fretted blue.
Blinkingly gone,
Four-and-twenty year-old incomings,
Health and youth, could vainly have added one-twent
That are not once.

Smooth-back'd splendours and sun approaches
In ebon moonlit halls, haunted by odours,
Her radiance awful and gladdening
Into sightless watch;
The body on the lip was copp'd to chill mine
And steal the lip!
But hearts pined not to haul the cloth.
Ice of the heart;
A still charm,
One smooth mass with the saddle-cloth.

And in the crease I tamp'd - ah! - ah! -
I tam'd what a man might dashing.
It come, ring'd my heart, - Ah! - ah
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Theina aue I!
But for my courtly legs,
nought! what ill can seduce.
She far accents me draw,
naught can say nae mens
the colour they bide--
my doles she give me foul.
No all shrandy am I,
oh! not a bugger to efface;
nae siller or wrist-bearer.
There wad it be as I call,
casket's my sole devout animal!
Thre's no frizzled may with envy
my wedded mother thrumpeth me!
No all sweely's no amighty funk
nae heigh-top mew but moves me!
Nor no Sarah when she walks,
till compeers my feet,
My limbs, which I love there,
my every figure's delight!
To trace my Autocephalus' stave,
nought can a puckle supple might intend,
nor for my heels, shee bawd my cloid.
Thought I this wild-goose bait might fro,
spee'red by my wandering magic!
And fear my kneeling kids would never shut,
nor get
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The victims of Bowrie's 'Light.
Ah! lilies, in both places, only 'ave the courtesy
To fruitless pumps with another fruit, suxt believers clutch
Clashes at the fastening to establish an official value.
Lord! 'tis great-bouruuad 'Dore's work!'
'Tis the work lilies are usual for; presence is only distinct
Their wild cleansing power 'as rarely quick: bays, hang and blow.

My dear Thames that survives, simply perhaps not confuted,
Does she not deserve a due execration;
A massive, gargle, statute and quanted scorn, surpassing
Traverses from the Siren's eskimol
The bruised stubble's peak, and forked tussocks? columnax
Beyond endurance the Metro-tax of a just subject.
Beloved laugh for I will prove the jetty Forsake your jingle.

Speak, oh thy wise bay, and sing the future title became!
Mine, thy towish calm, too clever nigh a gulf, shames me pitifully.
Bah! pinch me, Rumford's Walks o'er a barren broad-open bayltill!
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Thejadiles.Hail! the lordly youth in armour braves,Hail! brave young Anakwan with bride of Asia,Hail! Persia's last and greatest king,Father of the sage Satrau, and the warriorAhmarid fair of Mojchan, of his fameNor milder in Libya, nor with ministers of the plural wordBut from the beauteous barbecue of Thea to the standards of Mandal-Cochaca.Hail from the land of Asetus! deck thy head,And pearl and gem a mantle of roof, cast loose Theek in measure that -------- thy lady kin love and prevail.Hail! and forgive our love! the fault is mine,Thy Voice heard; let me a nimble youth and jewel take,Or shallow seminaut Apsaras, and Erotes alternate,Get brotherhoods gifts below the waves.Tuck now thy bogie bow as free as at dawn,For else I will learn of thine art unsavoury.Hail! T'laninaw, friend of the Frailesan Sh'am and the dark Shee'an Land! Glory, glory, gleam of wonders beneath the sun and shade,Come from thy royal sister
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The general opinion of the French and Positan nations, whereby I shall mind to be

Against such Juenitous and defamatory Rag's complaint plied :

Will you, be the cause of the over heightt and unwont, (As a plain cot judge can,) have me

Canned. If I did hold thiser more upon my shoulder, (No place think I not,)

Will my Boast be come to.
Literary Traveller. Here greet'd with to th'strongr'n of Truth and Peace, thy cheerfull Hek'rin. now with Musick
Music.

But yesternight a corporalian Time a rowder, made pause
in Labour, beguil'd of Right And Trust preced'd to tower, the Whigge and Collituaint Times.
The Homunculi, Gremio, Valloli, Tolli, Zubino, ope some Monday,

Doe it on my Dear, Where these Ladies look Freddie Gray cott8s that. here they all fall down,

Forbred untried and untried (So many Kindreds haue not the River) they cud den't many
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The beds do hang and dictate,
All the world be as regards to me!
And it is—what tie I now utter!
Sing before my prayers as thou
Dost speak now, slave of the stars:
So, twelve day and night I must part,
To the stars that shout, I go apart,—
They bid me rejoine, I unique seek!
⁠So it should be: but to me divine!
⁠Yet, O, I should not be content with what you say,—
⁠Or what I 've you heard say tell to me,—
⁠Nor have you next for me that which I seek.
⁠Would as homes an apple flitter
To the sun's chill bevel:
That, too, when ripe he perishes so!
⁠Next to voyage of India we'll drag
Passyl, pick me, lace, weak and sore
To an 'ee or C OCT 39 1/2:
"So played, my master, so you well did,
Kid on loom of Art"
If ever come ani' mine head,
Yet nature in youe I did tell
That evil are to lo'e
Fe carcin like
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Prompt: 'The'
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The lilies in red dresses glittering,
No one knows when or where they are;
All you can do is to cross the fence,
To play on the garden lawn,
Or spend some idle hours at evening
Singing the Saw Barre solo
In the green loch.
Once I rang the bugle call of duty
In the village green;
A rashers of Severn flowing,
In the ferns gave me love,
Under the pioneers' spears.
Above the ferns, above the settlers' lines
Of blue-white hills;
Over the rolling hills, as one heard,
Berries, clad in the furze;
Looking back, looking forward;
Heart's wish to heart with the neighboring woods,
Roads, in the forest,Ardels Required.
"On, on pluck the berry-straws
From the field-ochre pluck the lingonberry;
Where the tobacco-horsey blasts the goblet;
Grow the red lemon from the gowans;
Drink of the sweet water the bluebell;
Tug bluebells to wine a prairie-rose;
Scrub the black
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The academic tradition
Forgiven a malevolent cast
And conceded equal sorrowed length of days.
But the mad menuprising crimes unreturnal,
Behind whose eyes indrawn tyrants blazoned
Like unknown deities of the dead.
All comnadontinued they their mad battle-scowls
Of dreaminess, and over their wreque
Adjusted their threadbare panting shakes.
Scarce was a morass to loose
When others to the revelry turned:
Add to the pulsing droning streams
The quavering echoings sung;
When the hearts lay disappointed
Unspoken; for the nerves and heartances
Were unblest and flopp'd to those loosen'd souls.

But from the blind funeral-urn, where hung
Ringed by the spreading plumes thy sylvange,
When the braced pall. finally was dead,
No slumbrous mournful dell, tinted? Swift-fingring slumbrous green,
Where the lucent long, luscious leering eyes
Were mirroring, in debilic gazees forsake
The cloudess of love upon the brow, sharp at rest?
There where the rose
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The bush perches on the oncast wall
Behind high bank on June morn� an oak fence
Fors the sun.
Protectress of the woods, badger’s wielding
Meat-axe or cudgel to herd bison. Ain perduruer
Cuffed him rough and drove for the county courthouse,
A fifty dollar a day task. Mountain chief, good friend
Slender as harness and fur-crusted dragonfly fishing, details
On the soup of the rustic yellowbeak vegetables,
In the full moon on the crabs, mackar­chs, and jays.
Raptand wer’nless serpent, genjezestown.
Wente he lives in this covered lodge rising hill to shed.
The lives of Querosquarre lunch in the lower kitchen
Laid out next to ringwallags tart and toothieres.
White ash tree flourishes on its dreary throat
A shelf of smoke.
Loudbolt feel the mart I’m a below.
“I thought”–o”she’s throaty bark ends the hover Again, the same and worse
Wholestrain
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The lady's is fouli
With cheere and do
That Dore myfellow.

It is the lady's death.
Oh Lord, I am sorry.
She said it was good o' Jesus.
Go throughfuik the deathe a crust.
Relmyrly I think I see fried fowl,
And Fādom.
Feare I naryfore breed for it.
I'm fine nae that the merrie one-foam
With geen my person aft my best
Limed be.

Seyise o' loue
My going away.
I tak a main Are the man's breair
With Eylie,
And she sayit it's waan,
For a licht at lee.
Meat o' beer both,
Buttered pye,
Melb haste-egg;
I drove if I would
In Famine to a dog to,
Herge Feyther.

A rose was sore marred
By a leaileth,
A country Steele was sore oilished
Besse-toil by a halinertrewinert.
Ase-tain o' walge
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The epitaph turned to, either 'Orin'
leading heri orin'?
The More becomes this:
'excluding characteristics and operates'
the more one is obscure, so reduction
does't do much good. It must be boiled up
to something into the size of it.

Sheet too—the straw hat which she must knit,
and which flings away,
with hot goggles that rattle,
and registers the form
or, piously, the law.
And the hat that must tremble;
and the shearing even
of the same. Weakly,
sheep-lipped.
But I have seen that, O horse-lunders,
use a hat that's as strong;
bone as stiff as to the hilt.
And a hat that has never moved,
low-sporting as used to spin;
leaving a headpiece,
not gold, the holster,
or the one-piece with basket;
but red, and cut from horn,
which with almost every cm had done:
and even the bird had never done,
namely, cut from the hippopotamus' dock
yoked with the fiddle-
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The prudent lover make a fitting efte
To his bedfellow from Latreus; Forne it never the proofes were brought, euer th'invene. Long abord thredeth he this joy, Whos face deeigneth to see it by declaration, Nor finde age, nor have his nursees faileth; No villall doth him lyke, no fraile man loue.
What beseemeth, faire Veiled Dienst, vaine intreatingSponsours, when in thy purse he lendeth
receitancy, runbroke and grasle vpon enmitie, Virgin warding Avow, thou long to forget, Of what the marche flourishes on the nighte, That made more of blesshes vted alopen of saile? Tore you faire Phrynn eating hern off'al, with licour fair. Wher vpon the perfet brothle doth your heate expayre, And vpon the appetite rich darrest, sche yeired her part, One, both alle, of that eauie tasting? Which sooner that your ennte may felle, Which hath s
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The field is human flesh;
Flesh of valiant strife,
Iron machine, heart with gold.
Since spirit swells
Like flame beneath the wing of the bird,
Cloak of lustrous might, and blossoms along
Chrysolus to learn.

Seated on his brazen throne, tethered to the
Dwawking lions, Zeus glades each day and
Pleasures of the Aristai pouring by the flood;
Ereurable or grand.
Then let late wars
Cry, in Bellona's wild voice
"Shoot, shoot, or die!"
The boy learns too
That the great chiefs of his ramparts swear
By Delphoiè to conquer

In the morning moon, myphēs of the sun,
And bold like silver-tongued snake the
Foe of that low strife
To war, arc in the dappled reeds,
Their battle-horns in their hands.
The work of youth,
For a process
Of sorrow, shadows, cures, dies,
Or consonant sights with which a whole
Half short time sties into death.

Ahow like our life
The wild furrow's Trojan
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The flies rose and where the overpowering odor of terpsichore came,
the body was folded up and I entrusted
it enclosing odiferous soft cloth to wrap it,
second thought permitting me to come;
furthermore when I lay down my daughter asleep
with her belly against my legs the lips moved,
I should have her close so close I should have been somewhat in front.
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"New World", by Stephen R. Binnie [Living, Life Choices, Marriage & Companionship, Separation & Divorce, Nature, Landscapes & Pastorals, Summer]
Manias are dark and terrible. They are nightmares, birds spring on dispatch the horrified brain:
Old men lie at desks On their backs, paralyzed by comas The brilliant is trembling embarrassed Downfreezing his flabby meat. Water spills out under second floors below. And then some angry woman stands on a cart Of feathers stepped in trick freeze-dried bacon Legs greasy from shoes that stood somehow savage. And looks somewhere and nothing I dream of sentences, Her lips are wet with fear, her face is wet. Her dress wet. Your hand being nonchewed cord saying Owhy art thou so pale
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Prompt: 'The'
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The distould for answers
Upon desert,
Dond at a small show,
Tho' bits, inarticulate speech,
Untouched by dying thing!
But tell me, friend the peg,
What sovereign shalt thou see? 6
Fellow Peasant thou, I confess
Thou wert delivered of a bride,
A ruby veiled in a halter.
Tell to where a lark, in sweet flight,
Or her bare young colossus o'er her,
 Bars his circling nest o'er her dipped,
For a Page, she to thy luxurious foot:
And whocate, the diamond goes its magic power,
In every fighter all the wealth of sword,
Enriched o' the fiend with his fire, part of heart,
Whose appetite is all the women's heart,
In sweetest wishes for the manly host.

But above the rare jewels threw
A glitter her precious preciousness.
Then to thy strong hand bestow
Salt and drive, and win,
Some grinning Foe's hair the shred we,
A pen infested with droppings;
Mercy worse than my taste,
But in the matchless smooth satisfaction
Of
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The richness of the old world, and of atween altars, has worked the plague.
The guessed bylorn silent years for a time ran late,
Since a meeting gave way to a virgin voyage.
The cinematic realm, atop the Empire Sesquip,
Go down to nothing, ever changing evermore.
Mocking, brush and suddenly comes off screen;
Draufier's Jesus falls like apples, then flies away:
The murmure of Jews or Marian is eclipsed by bronze,
That said: "tho' the promised land is past promise." 
The mobʙs end is to spit on itself within;
Whose whole frame is the toxin of grate mud—
Que se fronten no one who’s white, by openly popping race,
By pretending green sills add world to them.…
In cave much lime-splashed lye, the Aquillian smells it
In the head of an otherwise faint sign!
Or if she were slow, she told me the Eldorado
Will have an instant of as rich and frothi
And rests with all its room in Castle Rock!
(O, to see it! at filled to the rolling punt
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The herding sheep and the herds of oxen--

Hay-day of the jolly GO-YER-DUM!

Hobbits! buy no dragons!--
But read your Cullum--with me:
Orbet-hill-and-all the squire's mare,
All the cows cut in three---where the farmer peats
For fattened cows and fair and good advice!

You never have heard of Red-hair!--
Or horses in tops!--
Even saysBloomfield-but that's because he's N-O,
Until he goes that way once�--
But not a N-o. And then he's termed Nan-O,
Nanova! Nanova BEHG!

Nanosa N-O-O-Dee-Dee, twenty P-persons
Where Huntsley and Sanderson are the puppets
On the skunk and the thoughts of Pur-sketchers
And Pilgrim ventures down on flowers
In Barbary; or he sings changes,
As d'Awyth is d'Ecumbair bald--Nan bondt the boom
To d'Jahannijn's cyclolet toast
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The service wil to love:
Bidgeravus went in to hear.
On bended knee a down-cast dread
Walked fell the knights, coast, port and store,
To pitch upon.'
'O, the cheerful lost soul!
No end we would steer or head;
O grey heart, here on lend, here on lend,
We knee.’
But brave Trent got none of 'em:
who might they have been, they knew not,
whether gall or pride nor service
They ransomed their lives for knighthood's sake.’'
All sat dazed at the man's speech,
All answered with bright gleams,
And shivered with the lattice-level.
Bidgeravus hated to hear,
tilted his forehead where plain
Shows squilmaeny made more black
With baboonous blackness.
'O, but a fleafe sing and be thy part?
O, but a soldier's face dears for me?
'O, but thou, outside ofelief, crave?
'O, but for good enough gin vail?’
O, but why slanch at the half
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The fosterling who browsed her, was all a blawnie-Lemon-Lois, Cheeky Caresol, Beautiful Oaf, Meek Maroon Beaure, Cap-A-sky, Mock-Beaure De Hooded Dong!

Now Foxy was before me, Ridge after Ridge of piggie-jig-yr-dr, Blannel Eyste Cyclon, Scurred Sleek-Swift of the grill-bet, Or movement at the gulf's lip. You up with him? Not for a saw, not for a Macklin broadcloth, Not a Willck Pend Rounnd Had a Blood rubber of his is workoutsmurdered in the track!

Right chuffed and bred up to deal with her, In corn-bread I defined the Mustamistam BEASON, Cooky Beef, Hotmeorn Besser, Bold Henry Meek, Something that might powter up a Sabbath Hare yrip with Fiddler's bustling Amsteen. Ready for a Sat said you? No damper of the tooth-offert; No Hay-maker. Oh, supass Cabin DE LANZ-A-DRUM, And went bul-fingers.
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The fond hopes of myself and a race long,
The wise children of other years, full
My scope of a spirit ill surpassed; the gay
Flowers have worn them, the lives the buds let drop;
Only a few will plant the red soil,
The forest-droits of their country's emotion long,
The hour when all love in me the cup vessel flows.
In Canada I have a homeland possessed
Of memories like thine I dwell with thee
Far before the day of thy parting,
Content to be a duke the much lamented,
To slay my Cropt. My breast aches it with a prayer
Towards Jing-King this rather timid task to dower.
But asleep among his phantoms when night is hushed.
'Twas bliss to dwell among my fresh spring-time boys,
And seem to stretch it anew. The Spring ever beamed bright.
Flowers, my favourite, though combo'd more strainously,
Had hard upon the lips to voyage left their secret
Lay, in their whole kisses of the Zangong show.
Sierrachium! the close resemblance of my thrist,
These dainty skull-blades called too
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The Friend and Furnissor Together

The Workboys
Cruiser Watrel
Ham, Ham, Ham -
West Esq -
London Music Fêted

Cruisers for the Stars!

The Ashley,


of Chesnut Throwae,'reel no clov'.

The
idle boat after four-o?
Never do again.

The Annes:
Prolet Bill � 'the wisest!

The Annes:
Quotations from Granberry old hiss-scal,
from Granberry ancient Severn,
quotations from Old Granberry dry.

The Annes, Hampstone sods, the Register,
brother-sister pub-tits,
aghast at the king's avauntment,
to Scrib, upil. 'ha ha ha!
The gamesaloupe for thy house.


The Annes:
"These words ha that it be,"  say Boa wore.
Her father wonder'd that Lady Blsd."    
The man nive, sir, ha d th'
wrrh two per.         Mrs Beers grung
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The hoar coroue.

Perhap' each morn, when beasts
Save Levi of Mede, are on high to yeat
And fond dancers musick so sweet;
Morn can summon handsome William, lords
In youth's reserve, yet youthful horsemen sustain
Or fiery beds as in the past:
The morning proclaims the lubber knives;--
Set Thee tasks and cue the fights for her son,
And altogether, good or bad, God delays, but Time
His Crimson Death morn doth hide pretty late,--

Then hither come again our chieftain England,
Drunk, grave, and courteous, high, and else;
Sullen, yet frighted, heartiest dog, bitter woful mean;
Phoebe with unmatched beard immense,
And Puck, with his derision jocund--
Harmonious noble damsels there.

As cool as fount, O weird, the communion feet
O[omph] when 'ee's in charge to bend,
It is certain we will meet again,
Nor sound for müdes, but entertainment sweet
The freshness of billiard-if you
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Prompt: 'The'
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The haven safety was in once;
O, dulcet music, soft? May not i' the summer hed;
All, and lav'ry, which nature made,
Is grass and flower to the deed;
So God doth seem the providence
Whereon this change o' happies ago.
Interdum of ev'ry care,
Of care, of care on every sight;
Whose help (much of good, makes Christos lay
Low with these stormy eyes,)
This first doting came,—
Who of one want is one; he that's none
'Fing!
Shall promise a joy to half or limb.
So, Lord, how sweet in th'herm!
Was it, sweet!
Of earth and sea no reason they're brought,
Of sad-sweet-swee.
The chairence of ache and the joy;
The diete of thee, flesh like voidion;
When, blessed being spring month! thou art in
Thine eye;
When all the new flowers, eachets with th'oing
About thee, and eachrew with sweet fragrance,
Loft'ring in their new-taming
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The-knots that hang the Kings
Phineus but taught the world the absolute proof
Of two genera esses in male forme;
As Abbott the sea Wind who pounced on the shallow sea
Dropped Post back from the taining-help without a mast
Of galley to Dover, seen the tide he turned
Although mooring-rift on calm as Sarah still with St. Michael
Entering Icelandic waters in the green unfathomable sea
Evoked on air a Jack the King to Rousay and Sangamon
And the twelve Apostles when bad varitably distressed
With fears not for sudden gain or the ability to be dreadnought
Dost not gain? or rather, one may say her success is hers
Emancipated hesitate in sight of her infinitely great
Oceanic seas and abysm farne, where unwedded yet can be
Stopped, yet must go.  The falsis would piss their pants
But they longed to ascertain that she marled or rode
Mentioning Dawn all night.  The foreseed entered in the even beam
Her OOA with great polysyllable, of harpe faire
Of courser unglutted not
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The valley, a hush, comforted by the leaf
That turns a leaf, the spring that strikes a flower
Warm with the perfume, one by one at death
A voice proclaims death,--scrubbed off.

These straggled fingers--The heron's and these
Rustling leaf--softness and are here forgotten.

Something said.
Through the silence of the still stream where
it waits, an alarm notes as it swishes,
Somewhat, that came, though had quivering no avail.
The wind alters in euviation with the, welcome,
sung-tide and-haskara.

What is here?
Yours! Good old master; it says that you,
like me, is changed
from cloud into a ewe.
And that--I think say--is where,
Love and madness rules, we fight and are to flee.
And that makes us a wind. You expresses
why love is so best of two. Something,--I dare--
What is so strange it cannot be so to be.

Hard and tranquil land for a brook.
From this scene, my record of it, that I
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The utterly immovable core
Of the abiding earth had borne the weight
Taken by the world?  Ance; ere all, everything put off its
Name, ere it slept was seen, a mute and immaculate form.
And he saw with a light rushing dawn
The conquest of him, even as that moment was beginning,
When an ax to revenge the swimmer, burst out
Of tranquil, careless Montalban's breast and across
Rock on a sheet of deep water yon sheen
Thick, and many, about a soft, light, cloudless clear,
Obeian blue that blanket'd his distance,
Whose stream was sloping to a watery band,

Tempestuous, deep, empty And he saw how, at the sleekèd
Fruitful twinkle,
Then beneath the mellet shriek of blood in summer heat,
Beggaire twinkened, in much more terror seemed;
The thauber, excited only by his shrine
Within the waning, winnowed drift,
And though he hardly perceiv'd, yet
Threat from unseen thigpen,
Then was driven: Fainted, gray with the languid
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The oath replied the oath
was mine," replied the young seamen,

"Much they grieve in the trenches
because the gates of the fortress stand closed
against them, locked once again
in the way it commanded them; they, a long while ago,
 — sometimes crossed the river for shelter
In the trenches lately they cleaned in dust their wounds;
cruell-knit dirtyring men who couldn't help but suffer,
but could only peasenceating
originally delivered them home
into bad damp and dunSome mopping-up-steps were tranced
in the trenches and yet after accidental death
talented soldiers left their homes singing hymns of praise
through the inclement blizzards
to peaceable Mondego near the Iron Is
Never before they had seen


the Pastern weblogs.
Seyarre, in his coffin, hung on the wall
"to honor young Seyer" said the transom 10 ods elsewhereof the trenches
those dumb names: hailing them,
immediately, as Varlin or Tremblay-Martin or Riviere-
truyère, told the ids
Sorry others talked of nothing this week.
Other TV
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The prince had the baron all for himself.
Shillelagh fell to bed, then expected in vain.

He fancied he smelled "fault" assigned to Shillelagh, ere he woke.

The clank and the rattle of his pallet rattled the door,
The shutter cuckoo of the heather moon;
Stars were bright down sleep! with drowsy night! heiro, heiro, lunar, rose,

Shillelagh's mighty best friend! do you hear--do you hear

Shillelagh sighs and is worn! so that she will cease

"Awake!" he said, with, "I don't think I'm quite fray,"
"Let her rest!" polite to desire sleep.
He thought of her, who holds him young and fair,
Who loves his face and body and, though pale, (
Who said, "oh, for my morn alone!") she part

Would sleep: till she twisted herself, squirming from side
To side, her drawers branched out clumsily! a gris.--
The gleam had dimmed: the green was rot--the red rose
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The study inside of a woman!
Oh, what pity for the greatest of Lay's
Worry-threads: poor he who will not go
To those ancient Pictures who have your fame.
Whoever they be in the darkness, and in the light
Of these orthodox Medicine much more secure!
Either save or make a Corse, either call
The messages thought out, a hidden Body systeme
Or any thing is as `magnifiencess' it is all!
Thoughtless men of the sort, if I'd shipwreck'd me, died;
But the bronze were keen, and soon whate'er befell,
All my fine house would now principle, be fifteen years no look,--
Put forty wooden too highways over,
Climb all my neuyer frame-work up again,
By this is neue but mess, and if they to physiology lawe:
How is to Jarret cantharient, you're Hell exactly!
Well, if Dr. Bunky fails a man of genius
In the showing from what it is full gud is.
Ah, I thought she might be told bitch till I saw her,
Who sall 'af a fine
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The trench was worn black with the rain, glutamic spheres,
And plumitting mouse-trusters acre-gavoped, with giant

Of book: s<>!; dog’dess—--- droop-religious  
Bass is the feast—— so sick she was
At experiencing being once another
K91-r --
The night of life ran from open-unnstered
Diskes usual
Eighty-pound herd on the Mississippi
So fondly droop side to side: on foot
For a meal: compare her rabbeshalom
Ay and stride
how sweet the porch-door-dust, leer-shmerlined:
Ay and $_
jarglin-stratine brawn a stem-of-goodness
Osmot Melodiae gratia obisperim
& Bull Me not out and out anried man-up.
And that white—everything whitefoot wonder—
Tennis, and so the swots{« is it the right ripple
“
Mix to
Something Copor'at}? Witch I run from two Princes——
“Hint: I mean to say Copor’
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Prompt: 'The'
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The state
Sheathed in enchanting state.
When in this world but death,
Death ud heaven relieved their lives
And kingdoms on earth they had no part.

In these fancied moons a queeny queen
On her court or horses war civilly
Through her eye wounds with scented lips secret
Images of Love, small painted pinnacles
Rest in her music and pat images-
the high Goldberg diamond cims her
Love's charms, showing great tremulous throwips
Mingled in these worlds when frolic roses of the moon are tame to spin penny.

Of Love as harneys then or vesperille groups did arrive
In these fierce shadows of her coelestial earth,
All hot nymphs on frailes elbow-high locked hearts,
When one dream-voluptuous doth cost a man or angel's breezes
As lamps, like dewy bulbs fallen in the zirt
Youzing out the lids of alien ways.

His love was trimhe of Latin dew or wh carons of horse-limbs.
He made a god of anguish against anguish and room in love to art to hate and added multiply bourgeois seeming love to perpetual night

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The house twice as beautiful leaned,
Large and quaint, with motherially green,
The hero's mother, whose wings are grey."

"Thus Brutus thus rude, changed this to the
Smoothness latter fairly fair: Yet 'yes, Socrates;
Yet 'yes,' he said, 'I love her still, prodigious.'
Such love! such spite! "I'm mean, and she affront me!
Nothing says the Caesar can die for me!"
Thus saying, he spurred, and gave the moss-grown pace
To Eurymachus, and to the horse smil'd;
The respectful stirred eyes now to tears
Rose o'er the great philosopher56. And two
(For if |have| a second, can she?) of the chosen

Romeo whom mis hih affectation's carelessness.
In his father's surprise last perhaps the pleasing boy
Descended, and for the girl advanced to lament.
Then at his father's more august agency, prudence found,
The boatman's and traveller's shippers' answer; Ceres' was potential
’Parthesses Kraïanes:' who ga' have charged with deeper grief
Than
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The direction
Whether in the air or o'er the water slept,
The stubble grow'd with his workforce,
And in his canopy prodigious Gibbon,
The thorn by nature of pride,
And in his man's bifurcation high like a skill
Spousal justice in such a union
As together upheld the newspaper-print
In a perfect harmony rhyming
The har & bristle in manifest frown,
And smote his character o' cheers in censur
From the shade of his smitten alter,
When he, in a passion of profusion,
Fees & demands costly paper,
The pristine & inexpressur'd state
Of public pejabitious speech,
And their navy unscarp'd to go vaunt,<|endoftext|>Sesame-tinged cookies merit sampling as well. This ingenious technique yields cakes with the details hidden in the batter--Translation: the grist consists of simple ingredients and method: mix, kiss, and eat.
Ingredients no el tesis chinollmo qui le penso mal equadeur de les stops conclimen
So the lesson of the taco was frustrating for one homework student {termécoles, casula, faralong, testes & ad
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The hounds, Reginald! Reginald! in vain.
You, my dear cowaddled knight, whom so soon
When I am up and near the light I eat my dinner,
If house-keepers had issue they'd be drawn into barns there,
And not yok'n, creeking
With hounds to rend you and your lady long;
But their honour-chariot on, they through the fields pull,
They into the field priggish, they pull you and your day.
But as for me, I am warrish, and drink my wine
By choice, nor los'n nor stealt;
Yet to take none short, or other man's drink alone,
With wing (with a bolt or circummost)
Yes, ye shall hear what I am about to say,
If your thoughts not a'e bought and bought have buy'd away
Your wife and me, who wad be most infeited
The more for the more done to want,
But tell me all the best things there are of men;
O, over the ham the birds of London cross,
The cowslips to chace-and who act patriotism well
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The gallant Lucien.

The landscape was dusky, and periwiggy,
My old kind secretary.
He sat up of winking.
He was beginning again
Blown Drusesky;
Blowed as the linnet blowing
Censerity.
He blew his fingers, so as not to flutter.
And burst out again
The McViters darkeys.

There was a bit of valentine.
He tore his locks.
He frowned.
With a look as of a wolf-like frown.
He wore a bit of mask.

He nodded, and smiled, and mumbled like the ones
Who cat-oood him.
And opened his mouth wide, huge as a bag on the back,
Like a monster from a castle under the skies.

He blew his fingers!
As to flounder.
His face was dissipate.
Wherever that eagle goes
There is diving dance and screaming uproar.

He choked and laughed, and rocked his snub teeth,
He stroked with one hand, as my Uncle's Zanner,
With the other
Had the handkerchief clutched.
But
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The icon for weal not of Babylon but of Dardanus wewing,
Whose bright branch proates her Deer-folds in wild-towns into Trees ripe-folded,
Gathers her Warbler-bells, and to the Highland Hills gives
Precipice for crest of a harebell to the summer-lane;
At the never-ending Pool he drinks,
In the streams about yonder blueness' fall;
Yet cheaper from the Main he renders,
Whene'er he resounds the heaver wood or the flood
His Virgin-sword disdains to cut.

'The barrens and perching shepherds keep watch long, and leap;
Then much-acute-tunnock and shineth in wrath;
The wild-gough lamb' doth bark, or the grasshoppers smiteth;
Then, afar, the creaking rafters go baurrough in alarm;
Bends bowlly the streame, could he but lengthen it not,
Tom ground-nothed, and with the Consultor's sayle
Sual moodle. English love with nought likes it so;
Why, lay in
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The swamps of citrus that reels with rectangles

in her brow, and rot at her waist,
The humble cap needs, behind it, here, a jewel.

Why, who would assure the restof romance, our wits?

And steer toward submission, if it have limbs?

Yet there, above the ancestors we who note you,

we, who note you, and weep for you, slant your last and last

for you, sing for you, couch you, once more.

Arise and mold
and words, to us that will taste thy role;

making frolic mention of thy father's son.

A billiard-ball almost wrong,

brassish retro flair,

’go ripping when, in cast,

‰emigrating, o’er a nameless steak,
thought it'd not perspire beyond its self,“

after a civmal tweet of dance.

“I” you sweep awake

“moons away with schoolroom mind after,”

when living in a Black Paradox:

Wale and Marechy went off-roasting
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The rose, though red in jolly, grew pale in front.
And so it planted like a stubborn and dark stranger
Beneath where the winds are spotted a crimson of light.

Youth was attracted, Nature made both bloom or wither,
With landscape and landscape fleeting and each tithe swell.
For where, a scant child with neath that horrious earth,
Pour'd from her fidling door the vanity of a flight,
One always worship'd to the east instead sweet to view;
One being, to that strong and remorseless world above,
With tremulous eye did Julia see, as he stared, while he smiled.
Oh! in an age of sense this same little world witnessed
Where innocence trembled, and all its faculties fray'd,

"When I come to union in Love's love with thee,"
Thy voice I heard enter, "I behold and hear.
I cease to breathe. I exalt in the symphony
Of the heart's tender moods and breathless house-wide round;
Ere I return unto Love in the law-sure chime,
My soul ere twice eleven still delight to chase shall retire
Of all its bliss
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Prompt: 'The'
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The Duchess.: the wretched sadness,
When it seems that an unfair thing is done:
And—and 'tis that when she quits the wig,
The Duchess chooses a motley one:
When Œoubfard forgats tempt the eyes; and, oh!
When her gars he cries, and the papers state:
When he professes, and 'tis that he writes,
To pretend that she laughs in his face:
When her robes she laughs at the jesting wits,
When 't is, 'tis that she's been late to dress.'

If a mistletoe has shed its dew,
O Pierre, eat a psychagog¨te;
And if there's a Sopron, call it a fine night!
Of looking off in a bound obeisance
For no other purpose than to consult.
Love that shall govern, 'tis child's play
If you dint your Sole Out of his,
And 'strafte it to fair. Polis tormentis
If he carnatus doth stand in the middle,
Or if this saint believe in rules himself.

The wombe to the are turns her bed,
And closes how saue
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The Silence.

Marie sat up here on the table, without ear to hear,
And when the hoop of rust upon the hearth
Steeped Cynthia and Jocund, in the midnight chill
Of April's hideous serene, imagining them uprear
And tremoreless: as she would, she nor heard nor heard
That creaking tool, till a sudden answer keyed it up,
While the winter web of tangled senses crossed the window
From ear to ear--then down the windows flung her toes
Into the black molding of the hall-wall without.

Metal cuts like a knife.
You cannot put a cheese-iron on our table,
or put a pin in our wall or say a word,
Your grease-slung opal uplong. Often I smile--
I shud do the same until I'm hoppet,
For the daylight, at night--the dimest of shadows
Affords more dazzled like industry, and less understanding
That stark augury of time solicit.
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Dearest oh thou dear darling me!
And I will not upset thee nor tell falsehood lies,
And I will not be rude
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The earth is cold! ample Epicureania makes answer:
You're not always lonely In the woods! Here you'll grope for apples, girls, boys,
Nor entertain an, "What all without knowing direct!"
You could let us do it for soap, and altar cloth!
"But Anna--I hear you, my dear, do not say,
And I don't live with you--but--I mean, and I was glad to say--
You were by-then flat on her bier, sat him thee,
Which led me, elder, to the dark out,"--"Oh, please!
Nay, why may you sigh? I would have you laugh!"
That is an agreeable sound, cells but fail
To represent your spark: for by the lore
Of simple love, love without merit's being love,
If Anna, miss mamma dear, can atone you'd be,
By admitting, tart, what I half confess'd to you.

Though it was the windy hill convict never thought
That scarcely possessed's in a waxing infant litter,
You that were a peg for her that seemed old might bear--
My souls for music!--"A (as
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The shot hid in darkness a soldier,
Hospital Lot!   That child absent was there,
Which cast the iron on the saucer bowl."

Ay, Fleet, thou mine, and my manhood,
He shall know we are justified!
That we have hurt none, who inward care!
That our hearts have giv'n their dower!
That for war our souls have demanded a king!
That, left undisturbed, they shall render us
The time and make us not the charge.

But, then, 'tis too much.  Thou must go
To thy soul's dead, except the good?
Sore holy notes that answer below,
Full of holy words; that if thou be aloud,
Thy soul shall cup on thy lips the sode.

So for thee, ay perish we, if thou art nigh!
And but for thee, to thee great Tisir:
And, if it were to our heart could prove,
And wise, we could clear the earth, and run the wain.

How the dead do manifest
The good they were in parts that we might declare!
The dogs whose shares were noble upon our land

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The bedroom is bare:--Never any bed, but empty,--
Of night, nor work, nor chance, but the years.

Soothes the soul a soul,
Riddling on the grass,
Unseen, unruffled,
Dislodging! the soft spinster snuggling alone

Which because May, that pure, scorned sin
Safe from the future felt,
To sin, to be gotten, is pure.

But although she remembers her, her breath,
Her taste, her lips, and chin,
That New, without another name, is there,
Without amplification, overflows
With a poignant taste rather bitter

"Love has taught it," I hear the sea lets fall
A word its moans whose roar is tinge to laughter,
What jubilee! it sounds; much displeasing sour,
Ruffling her wild thin fur, her body,
Ruffling for apples, peaches, apples.
Madrigal there  ahd it dread its spook,
It frightened it so your lov'd love instructs,
Now I unto you notes, I to you spurn,
Searching half-daug'd. it wears
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The army's next initiative was hastening into the hut and panes of leather
Panel.
Take-away, the Yankee wants a grog.
The scamp went in,
The Civil of the Jungle tiptoed to the skylight,
And flung:
The sugar, the meat,
All was ruined to the pieces.
But O the love we took from out the crime and murder-r'titerranean,
From out of Sot almost persecuted and destroyed by public acts of deformity.
The disassembly of flesh and bones wrapped in napfi would bore
Thyself in this conversation on the Modus Opus soon.
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"[Loose ivy, tender-leafed]
⁘HAY’s daughter is laid therein,
Yawning up the nest,
When about the mournful dumb cry
Of 'Certanum hasturia', or 'per ponto, maxime, percaretum'.
⁘'Setthen in the dead leaf,” she cries, who traced
⁘Cinyriatrix*,
⁘Brandiimorecal' among corpse wound,
⁘'Sysaminus,
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The flat limestone table will be gathered up,
Nor an empty lead bottle put here.
Well, the evil must come by way of these,
Nothing will remain here mee.

Nay chat, come and sit on the grass,
Bright Jesu, hovering near,
And I, clad in a rusty cloak,
Be enabled to write little down,
In songs these words I soundly mine;
Upp, in a git, heaven be, and the rest.
Come, sit you down on the grass,
And I will gladly sing you down;
Dabble a spot, may round the lass
You toss, and round the lot thou trow.
The Gossips thence, who with lads worke,
They sha'n't be deferred ere the bed,
But reliance will stillsoundly fix,
And can never find their bed again;
But I, indeed I must take my rest
Upon my bed of straw.

Hark, hear the little Cloud, call'd Love;
Hark, joyous sung of Love!  O,
Tell all a little cup of wine
Of what he is, and what he will be;
'
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The feeble cries of sheep and goats reported,
With chirping of swallows to the wind's back.

Even the faltering echoes
Stand reading in the sweet mild noon,
When on the ground before my door I stand
To seek my feeling, but find life's silence.
Here Kismet in this vanquished sunlight shines,
Passing aloud, now and then, our silent night.
Fast I guess nature's spells under these solitudes,
Soft murmurs, still heterogeneous, roar on the air:
Once scorning breezes, tragic skies,
The lightning's festive feast,
Dawns of spring-time birds, little chirps and honks,
The fire-fly flit on—never stop:
Thrice accursedly, four or five
To one movement caught in my upland bed.
From the bed, I know the dragon will fly,
From the night-light lowerers hurried fallen.

I know the dawning full of terror and wonder:
The jackdaw girds, o'erstaid gibbons thither;
Sydney's days the feathered crimson of fire
And southern water-spiders look,
Scared
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Prompt: 'The'
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The blind must suffer,
And you, with hands that stiffened and fat;
Weep too for a while, and feel as we twain,
True tears, in our solemn ardour now omitted:
Love I have said,


KISS, which is no power in mine not once,
Me joys and wrecks of comfort last,
Aside from myself;
KISS I, the living fervours to thine feet
From thyself and them alone, and every,
As though that Heaven high-famed, within my soul's being,
Dreamed endless of mastermind search for thee,
Himself the kist of my has been,
Heart of the SUCCESS, dadptically to me:
Still my CU*I*S, and, heart and soul there each unto other,
All needs, no company, and all alone;
For always MY poor self and not MYS*PUS*S,
How so Edward`s pow as made thee what thou art,
Whether thine glad heart, or thine mine, or void�d!
Unknown and unbought, myself God made thine;
What weight of repair can our guiding know of thee
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The lips he denied me lies;
Always now my brother on I hate
And what he had done before I loved me.

THe game is golden, the game is welcome;
No power to mangle us a gamecan stain us above;
But now our swarm of thousand-eyed wiles goes to feed
Their slaves of the vanquished bill,
And even Harris can hire on is the boss' business
Without the prying stampede, and all that;
For as Harris sips his mildis of mellow ale I shame
My eyes back toward the Lilydells;
Just now they sleep at the top of my head:
Oh, horrible to me why should I pray!

Harlem 'Bravo! the pictures! the children of mamonds
(All black-topped, the larri dug red-sen!)
Holped from the new nearly black kind, ere this:
But weeds are germs and when they bloom one day
Should look blacked in the rind of their birth.

Something of their heyday we shall have a look at
The district or A smoothing beast and Gum beg?
A nag I will not guess what
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The banded white mule rolled away with these passing forms—For ever and ever to day that mourn hopelessly rest . . .

If the great beyond us ever gave in,
Refresh'd with the attack of our eyes,
Nor in corners whisper a roar,
We might overflow the world among the dead. Thus from the pining
Of the mass, fugitive, would run
Scale'd to the lofty of our vanished and bruised giant state.
The barb's drawn and torn of skull and spinal in these last melancholy cells,
Swoln to the feint of poles, the missing horse hung and frozen at my hip,
And shows the first of this frontier, how broken can be cruelty,
And basely, but in this second of cruel world of earth artful forms.
I wipe these dim and welkin certes still of shock,
And find it gave no price and no value soul or cheek,
Both for its cheap flesh and offal. A Phoenician, and Caro, freed further
Begaz'd with the ferret says it quits no fret for me
O fierce sense of pride. Seemingly proposed of high human thought?
Hells him what faults are set with bounties
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The stars shine bright to the earth,
From the shadows stay'd and place of rest,
Perfectly at rest are they,
Bravely wroth at ev'ry mischief,
Delightful in life and gay and gay,
Blithe in his alarm till the wint'ry night!
There thy leisurely tomb shall lie,
Nor merry lights be seen there,
But shall see the evening star's ray,
Lat'ning, thro' the autumn, when the rain
Transits the yearies, o'er the curtain'd earth,
Where the snow flies back into Autumn's side;
And proud mountains, shaded with willows green
Ajax and Pluto, in a creepling gorge,
Then swiftly to the left, warbler easy,
Fled by the length of Dart-leach ford,
Hide and fill the yod'd ghostly valley all,
Where streams of gaspid fausters divide!
Moonlight shall fall, and Roses to keep them lovely
Appear like blood-red pearls in the stream:
Then shall I hunt ev'ry fair elm a-folk,
Thy England's jewel of wood and vale,
Th
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The ante in Cæsaranes caput," 
and therein as "Charles fuit imperator,"
non sibi in superestia ubi honesti
venerebat strâcuit tibi Rhabânâtae;
 e quem e jejunibus et publagia
Locoque illud Rhabmanias coepit.
coepsit cetera; well I remember;though feasts
 countering gentleness and was magnanimess.

Candide replaces
AnumnLocus; and to relise with BidaCæsolis (te Diis Tremulis laipiamtto
Candiduis anni fiat Terti)
"non Lucanum Divides, cum alieni Saxonæ crudelisomnia
sepesissere, Crisci veritatis pecudes myws."
"Tu quo fancy, but you have heard!To this pleasant plot the towsome prows
filled" put you uphoused!  Furl overlapped (in a double plot)
hands and dishes, images of wine,panc routains, dulcet meats.
Bloom then the boope
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The chance love is that state, all-in-all
she, to some inconstant summer day that time's little box
(this of no clear fixed theme) in the information, vast-and-high, of which my bed in yon distant days,

we may guess down now, ringed round with how white, and how dark, the moonlight; or even
in shining heaven which knows different, grandmother must know other,
for gods are both moon-and-sun, and if they think o' me
lees I know no telly thing that makes to change in a holy jaw or
Use encephalous bark or plague stricken casement of stirred from
day to night, when nature in her mortal state, or aught more subtle, -
then þe hindermost light each day the famous of the depths in most
vain mind - shuts
beneath the hushed and keepdest law of man that time
shall learn -

lasting things that for their seconds (brenow) it scale
up it fittest es imaginable one on the fa
ever a bed that one eye vse makes o' the time, running fast
uphold for her long sleep:


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The library.

Originalism, with you

Or equal

Worlds of saves
have burnt.
You stand alone.
I can swim alone;
I need your help
get off of this world.
I mink something
to keep flying
 . . . not all.

I make my basis
not on form, because my motive

is turns
of "his hand is down,
in opening aid,"
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"Shelter", by Dannielle Henry di Roor
I was dwelling
in a huff.
I tasted it dark as night.
Black from a sag up a hill:
the way to bring rain again after an earthquake, determined
like rain jar.
I swallowed it under a yellow stain of rain.
And I moved on. How did a fly pass me?
 Over me.
Black as tree, from under it
which the dove would realize its beauty.
I got to it in a fog
of feeding on restaurant nights.
I stopped breathing
but not there.
Then youth white as plum; regained me,
bit by bit.
"I'm on fire," I said.

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The gaunt, pauper werehus, and tomb,
Mouthswap, findorist spas, and compasse—
These aloof objects of research made darkness
Relay upon each hang: ipse consta dies
And ebbs in her holy solid silence;
Till steady nature dissolves its profounder breast,
Till no soul on foot might he for dell,
And none on foot could enter the wild perf�ce.
These morn their walls a sudden war, That tracks o'er them with all its aim,
Together turn and keep their guard.  Night was dead: store
Was speed o' Mary-morning; and his waist that twinkles With slung to mounting leather-nines.

And ah! but that the sighs, indolent spark,
And secret surges, and nightly rills change,
Laden with honest sweet downpours of courage;
Our'd.  Ah! that the creek of Queen Anne, Right swollen with showers of nymphs, bore
Together to his bosom its solaces tender,
And quietly to the shore there again the sluttish towret
Floas, smiles, and jawCountry
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Prompt: 'The'
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The demon-king, by who the black-shadows stood,
Through which the radiant Spirit at night went,
While implacable kept: but the jungle's
Cave upon the shadowy stairs leading from the shore,
Malformed and of speechless mist, refused
Pass for one. 480
I, Man hitting unscritical utterance, taught
The stavider man to the coarser comprehension;
Voice too of so little worth, there being none. 585
Ordination was only to learn to walk:
To cross no path: we only had to lord it
Over mountains and through strongholds, Into countries unknown, to be tall. a mint down on thy wash
Of flowered plumes, and now above the geese; So soon as the ring or buckle
Of ivory's fetters was on thy knee,
Imadani gazing upon thee
Far o'er the fields, overlooking thy throat; Heard thee so slowly whisper, she cried—; "What perfect form and stature—"
At times like this I made a walk of meringue.
Warmly the pettifogging world denied me a voice,
Or shutting my eyes 'dself in a beard. Robbenstedt
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The moment
The child is born
Every babe in a far-off land
Is free from man's control; all the books he may read,
All the dreams that now he commonly sleeps
Are for ever O'er such rooms of ours
Free to be and to think as they choose,
And spring back at its master's folly.
For this was the first of those little dormant golden ages[B]
When youth clears marble with a jest[C] and youthful sighs
Skip over ferns on waters of separation
And bliss: so these days were happy for those young bards
Who held their youthful eye upon the bonelle
And lancesof every child that ever tottered on the pole.
The faint wild echoes of the visitor
In the hollows are heard through these shrubs of England.

Now in these charming fields, O time's idle hour,
The Lawrence Place is laid bare so sweetly!
Love longed to behold its lovely dales
When stone and wood around its hemless useless dales
And baleful copses of earthquakes went vale,
And the verdure held the waving English rose
And squatter-dan, which hedges they' refused
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The only smell was of a country that saw the truth


Of romance and spenderless resources smiling peace below--
Yet here and there, eerily, and profusely, even in death


On an eastern side of that no one will whichever name
Is given even upon the first of its doubts were told.
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"Antiphparian Paean", by John Carnegie [Religion, Christianity, Judaism, Arts & Sciences, Poetry & Poets]
1
In the eyes
of a wom cleannings the sight that you see go by you
Is accordance of the eyes. That was the decree
Of our Lord: for they were the sun being filled.
The open eyes they kept open despite to fill o'er again.
Every day those that belong to us
Put their hope to us that this time one may be sure
The advent is the first of it.
Have pity on a man by maid is lost.
Have pity on a needy, loiterer that proves it.
Your life with a thing is part of a bounty and
It be pleased to have your heart's theirs for still engendering.
2
Enter
The archangel
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The boots shook from under there to reveal his thighs,
And the blushing curls enshafted the surface,
And the ball was thrown to his carpeted foot.

His flannel lined shirt flickered, like a coal-mine,
On the flame that fled the cooker's chimney;
Right down to the waist of his blue petals
His skin grew soft like a skim-milk; where
He could watch from a window, with ear
An inch from that of rapid Ceres, her mouth
Close to her locks, like an ornamental thorn,
He sank his eye and plotted from fridge ditches

They were matters to be solemn initiadoes:
To be debased pure and empty to the very sufferer,
Penniless and tireless, to a madcap fable for easy wafer-thinness,
Where where men like those afoath bailiffs fly chimney-curtains,
Against the bosom of the muse to make a thing of
An eevagings-allust affair of pride and repute,
A chatter something laoid in the haughty shepherds' chorus,
And noiseless ehemal hard-d
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The thoughts, the dreams that haunt thee,
There is no thine that dare thee to name.

An aimless hound hath lured out follie
So scented with airy drops the spring,
And Solyman toldme mainely partie,
To finde by her owne highmant so wily.

So vile his tranced weaknesse, and so naked,
Him was nex-t in the lowly thicke stoue;
Wi money bought his service, and duty bargained,
He blessed the historyes of his podgen kingdome,
But holinesse, sweeter years have no nod or wrangle:
Heall and iust, Lord, and faithfull Candolim donne.

Nouit stess on cinque or ioyntie,
Mata touchende farde or cheereward
Melodie's lewd vice spied,
And baught him toeguare and aweie,
Ubiquotorit and sodoriaut.
Thus Gregorie, qui tesch habere potestis,
Folt long since in his vice tarent,
Honora & part
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The corruption in his palace park
Has like her path of rivulets beset,
As through the ages of his history
Has ebbed away seventy years.
Yet, his acolytes still his attire,
And all these adornments, his favored Arcadian place
Ever joy of pastime mixed and meditation fair,
With well-churned meats, where from last cherry...
His restaurant, his plays:
With custom fine they hunt, under each fair sky,
To try his hunter's familiar tightened leash:
Wealth terrific his sport, as once he flew on style
With age reputed, suggests, who in memory's name
Of Stratford-afterward he has never deigned to lead.
By wild insystems the wild buzzers often shine
In compressed ripe straws from compass needle of ear,
Or in fine mysterious nickel immediately danced forth
By black sparkling tongues, with ponderous foot that plies
The blanc of whorled lawn or acender's mouth and neck,
As leather throned in a hurry through downs that every tree ousts.
While on the hill's high buthroted brows a tongue of raven
Dwindles in warmth
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The Socialist State King."
My soul fell, when O, terrible its shape!
The pale trumpet, inside that towered drum
We heard the word in subdued accents rolled;
With Goldenrod—with Orpheus upon his Altar
Pressed to the noontide feast.
And War was all in the work, when as men foreign,
While they read of our land here, the words began
The national songs. That white face rose
Upon a column, wherein there,
A column (for I thought on the column),
A likeness of Jupiter lighted
As he looked down from the heaven-tavist,
Upon the serried mass; and Troy, its Queen
Compassed with crimson light, for her the business
Had on Zeus dread suggestion shown.
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Need I tell thee that winter is worldwide?
In pools of ice-wrack
The submerged lovelorn run gloomily,
Whose silver-mirrored lure
The fearful wanderer quenchless thirsting;
Nursed in sheets and dyes
The throngulous billows of nothing.
May not, in all the world's winter seasons,
Does snowfall appear unce
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The aluminum was the same - mud from the steaming way

 churned. The court of Jebrida came

rave into the open. I stood,

mid-glimpse, teetering on the ladder

Of the leadership of my tribe, stooping

like a cock

with terrifying speed.Alone, and a poor man's

spoils, I saw the bad moving around and had gone

I had seen the timetable in the face
of mine, a continuous part of a desert sold

And now I had long: on my memory was

enough conjecture to make me think, my brother: the
 I have asked for also. I said I treaded

with a military gravity, wrung

to full capacity to are heard: marvellous. I would not

a verse as plump as a poem: for that the lace

of my mouth led the way through the air.

It was a kind of fate, perhaps true: when in
the night we wanted to sound a silent salute to

the carrying shadows: the singer's gun; the burial

switch; then in the glide-pipe of our own echo the low
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Prompt: 'The'
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The burning sleepers show such beauty,
Their whole constitution is in the sky;
Named by Charon for daring--the night has forgotten it,
Must sleep it out, not make this brighter world."

From the palace we had traveled up the Gaul toward the Nile,
And Mediomatous was nowhere in sight. I flew away--
But with his word on the mind I turn'd, and besought
Of his desire, firm steadfast, before me fly again,
Tried on, not satisfied of that command, like a flying bird,
Break the promise it holds to the stab or the palm.
Sobs!--a number of them, moaning; one man I had sight'd,
He was mixing them with another, hard by the shore besides;
For calmly Queen Phaedragis had met ingathered at home.
The large fields, and pleasant shade of the wide yerba,
Had like his name come on him; --'T was accordingly his fault
I should have seen him.
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"Betrothal of men and women", by Major Nadeau [Love, Infatuation & Romantic Love]
And square did his raiment
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The queen and her line
Shot a range, and lo! with 700 yds. to spare!
Within the confines of the city,
And 140 houses beneath the sky, . . . where can we go
If people (that curse is singing) keep wrong to ourselves,
Yet neither stay to practise thy ropes; from late wood
In early morning to-morrow, or midnight late?
Or--or do such cranks offend
That eating much does their portion
Of wrongify, or some in-ringing slice
Of Elizabethan freedom?--nor should
I do not fully in, thy wish accede,
So nature did may with easing, without her pow;
Ae pleasure thing from the company of noontide,
When the nether grace to her joys
By dish should go, but one amateur love as withone
Map of nobler or sorrer,
Two humbler pleasures to her than one shone,
When she thought of which, but one room or two or three
Of Heaven remain*,
Cost abstinence
Beside encumber'd fold;
And study seemed bait, to hunt the hour's prey.
Why stand we in such a strife with Nature,
Because she
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The dog barked taskless.

Sand–; cold–; sand–;--

Trees rustened, fading
Roots rose from shriveled stems,
and the dead ground underneath grew clear.

I knew what they were: many,
and the leaves, like many loaps.

Their last sullen joy to lean upon, and lay

Upon their hearts, wept,--
I wished they knew it was
such a graveyard not to love, not to dwell;
their ceaseless pain, weeping over

Said death's sword, their burial/
for all endures 'twixt her birth and death.

I shut the door in my wife;
her bowels refused
to wait by. And I closed it when I was
going to marry her.

Listen to the noise and the grey vapors,
the storm-clouds, rolling in;
heard the pennons tapping their blue spikes--
the jacarlicue under cover,
the coffins pellucid in their graves:
somewhere all, murmuring, and singing
an anthem of names for storm, for swell, doming,
for she fell
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The chilly shafts;
And everywhere, with each cut spectral wave,
The negro--the courts, the piazzas, the rafters,
The sleeping-chambers, the gangs and the bordellos,
The unfinished cabarets piteously drawing
And passing along;
The gossAMER rage
Burning round about our hagareus' ears,
And gray and blacker than apes the starting war
For Piedmont's old courts.

One colder Autumn eve, not far below
The stone parapet of the Austrian jail,
And behind the rusty casements that stare
The midnight wild, now in flimsy scaffolding,
Rested that grey-haired gunner loud in a passion,
And slotted, bonnet cap-band flashed softly;
He heard--though with silk and silked braid the helm;
He heard--and quick his very eyeballs scanned cloudy shapes;
Or rather eye had seized stalking clouds like darts brought
Into making a point that lunged still like moonverbal round a double-file column.
His rage kindled, fire blazed about him, and straighter
His stiff steel spun gray-fretted sword
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The spring 'n hot time
Quick turning candle-wampum
Pitch-wise above earth a new-war-pitch
Falls to pill-plaiting copper money-soap
Under more than the apples and the pears
It is now on earth viewed;
Its harsh old bitterness, all day and more
Burnt, pow-glasses, grase-waxes
Screened from my conseilure's cold eyes,
To scorse, obscure them still,
To scream each banditet commoner
With the rustle of burning hemlocks for free,
Clam-pounders, bugles, or dullhobones.
I stay away from every base-Business there,
It is sic fer-swatter out of Africa.
Both garments that the bourgeoisie drives,
I scorn fran-centre of their usual band
With Alliance's arrow-compliant scope,
I grubby stonemason of his jacket and neck
With liquid and rustic ess-a-win-larkeros,
With creams-bundles for horseholders nowodehord,
Or wrinkle your woman. I burn not coral-stone
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The visception and translation of those objects as particular dispositions is no act to be achieved. Even so, the judgments we make of why we're where we're is a matter of causing something the act to either accomplish or produce, but in giving effect in the enjoyment a durable oeuvre incapable of being genuinely without or inter-communicating with the frame has, it's our place of poignant sitting that tends to appeal to us, what good for or against us.
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"On Photography", by Ashford Nesbitt [Living, Life Choices, Relationships, Family & Ancestors, Nature, Animals, Landscapes & Pastorals, Social Commentaries]
First Mountainsia:

there are two ways to

ride
our rickety

trauma

the morning of

each day we
push

dirt down our necks
between
flaws
From my bank of blue

firefly
collect and belt

thechain
of singed stainless

Phos-
ly everything
crossing down

the streets
itch
of returnable
mycenia
mine.
<|endoftext|>
"Open
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The child's shepherd, and valiant yergetyon,
That adoure the lyuene the this oþe-daye,
Swear all son overoue to our wyne,
And we namoȝ, as in another life,
That we on lyue should adourn euermoft
With lyuinge daye and un-adüt night,
And alouen also foreumphe neuynes
And nam vniyþen of our thre beholdingee.
Mid-felde-nimvre of lyue couldmeroue
Of woodmen at "the metyre's healle,"
So that namcan myht to him doun hadde
He hired vp gras þe retrouerke of adew
Of dinne-earth þaire so for^þat felle,
Which on hire he hired wi-liche rihte,
Lyue vp after a sonne als booþe,
Vnasynde to placer of his fee,
When him lyues ful mete repaired,
Leigne to hym blod and w
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The inherently non-specific marks all natural things that are built in or take their root in mythics. Dhamma finds themecycles. This is a bhang-level tutawhat makes shet

SAN, Bhaga’s deity-surrogate
who becomes first his Burma’s hero and last his own bayly of compassion.
He revolts the poison mind of poison polluted with its own

WHISTLER CYCLE who contemnp February, lord of gus because blew into the Moody Valley vineyards in Wine Country [near Zinkara] and gorging himself, and who, month after month, distracted and arresting all fear, rose before dawn to dominate the hillside knowing amble,, and, forweaned, came down by night to dance style made love to love--a devastating grace drowning fear. If there is such a god as Woo-Zee-Zee-bit, he couched in the Last Race Thread of the axle, the Sons of Genius, Reason, Sensory. Worlds rolling high, one such Wind, but True, not in his stable foundation touching Earth. And he[1] is the Padappàc, the elephant-headed God, the sculptured pad
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Prompt: 'The'
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The initial even speed which cannot mutter on, 'n I can nock the fever!
Not by croquet and parsley I rack your brain;
Or count the quos sung a toga:
Trembling like tortoise, I close o'er your eyes;
O repeat impeccable soprano trilling!
Once more the frig everything up!
Shrill (for you look high and slow) I call you Bowdler,
Something to be knowed of and fear,
Humbling like the-directionless upwide!
You jokeingly bowdler, there we'll put
The power o' th'aleumtae,
Sillers.
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"Sleep, Sleep", by Gary Sine.
I am no doctor.
I hear of
the patient told he
should sleep.
What does it cost
if everyone can sleep
at will?
For I must say
it doesn’t matter.
In a crowded
lab, of course
everyone takes his
hriciaze annually.
Kidney ills
Utopia
help but won’t work.
What can you do

if a
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The size of a fully grown thumb,
Perhaps he loads them on and off.

Footie footie footie footie top
I bet you all I nigh a gowdfootd foot.
Don't be cauldy sence its the Iams sonend lend me!
I finished I mought the day in grangeye
Dancin' roundrescent blooming pouse with the trumbull seam.
And now they begin the new order of weete
We have been revealed in there I think it is fine.

Dear butter to the mill it was soon in
But for my fancy now it was headdock wid the gorge,
Then by Alice she had to go out on the dare,
But I think she thinks I am R,--, R--, R--, and so,
Of a sister, and so she would be really blest.

When twice three was thrice in a great caricature.
Considering the taste of the age sounds quite fair,
I was sure now 'twas de eu lip some small deal o' stout.
I whispered round this chfriendly school to keep as low as possible,
And in dare I seemed to like to
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Theaurus specificum conservativeem, ceas dole reappellationem austri, cinis repertu
Eduentibus, vivavit acat rudem lazulus, turba vel Agama?
Qui nec iam tres mactat regres; qui pedisi pontitur ferens accenni sorores adscendentis
Imposit, ut sic eloquentibus decit, quae mihi ferens?
sabavi quilibet ubi tabula fretis! odores uettu, deus me
(be tempus meam tui beeuit fentum quis yeas) mio contra carnem
gerantur, cum saluatus tendunt ex sedem tentis
Wholera imtileque inconstantia reductante terreis?
remindas uiganique fidelibus colloquem fodi Beatae,
uigine continet ad iam non uectoum swicut florum,
nati me sangerent genius characterosa spv. p459 Java,
discussione uiuigo
quae praefectuin banquet ac ph
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The deathless white mottos mark'd his,And over his drops of drosses fill'd the air.Four heaps upon heaps he laid,His warlike rags all whitening plumes;And buried them in his crev'rous grave,And laid him with his crooked carrion wing,On, and in deaf and heavenly night,Descending on the world, and clouded Heaven;That Earth and Heaven and Air were ow'n as dust,Or 'neath him flur'd the thunders of him.Tho' vain argument, but prettie and fair,To paint his loyal strowring family arrayed,"The Sun is th' great Chief of the line; on his browIs arrayed The Lord of the Worlds, whose Father But knows great Solomon's Worth,His own birth very nobler, whose glory new-born Was Lakers over - suns are low; and him,The Lord of the sun by the stars, whose deeds equal To him that high-t'ing Royal Israel,His brother suff'ant over hills and valleys beam'd,He makes t' be at once warm, and founding disc'ring grid:The flood, the ray, the dart, the arrow, Are all alike
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The man who doubles sixteen paces,
 whirling round and round before him
He wins the first prize for paltry goodness.
Bart, who is a torrent when he paws a man,
Is married with a few bills
Rat-like can plenty put them to.
Of these, Andreas Alexath has the best to show.
Krebermeer & Co. soul-sweeping black-Horse-Dogg's tail-
Ah, Crisp and carnelle, pale and shrewd,
Cock-like a nest of our flesh the Emblems are.
Of this my Hufflish Yellow says we're nonconform,
Over spotless white and pure black I know,
Peetotal all my avenues to such a stream.
While besides the rivers all my pondlefied steed;
Inalluce folk to wear the French horn in sweetesse.
The Deuce of a reason I am, is Chere Jude.
"Auf myftaltem, Winkelstein am ihn am,"
Said sneaking wen and shadowed figure; I saw.
The dulcet moon came to her wall, all about to sleep,
When laughing men suddenly
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The Hall of Gifts' hush
Is stilled, for there are
Deuces and figs hole
Wherein the peacocks fat,
And the Eves are very happy;
De soft-flowing hands
Welcome the too practised bow.
Instead of wine
He keeps the mug brim
With sunglasses, in ceremony wise.
He has no ready storyroom,
For he has no (cold) grocery.
Admittance to the shop
For a holiday fine feast is unlikely. Absent is the baker,
And inexperienced the eye of all gardeners,
But everywhere the 'pens wave to deliver perishables (mouth of the house and garden). The oranges, peach and pear tick us green; the savoury green salad bar beckons us to catch it. There is a man you often see making coarse wind and conditions his feet on the windowsill, offering to the reader the ferrous free space. It will not hold us. Promise that you shall not stand up and advertise my exami to myself (and the public).
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"Judisdom From De Lane (Abridx)", by Homer Mortimer [Reading & Writing, Arts & Sciences, Mathematics, Philosophical]
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The picture would not eth

You cast me out and i loan the boy.
do you not remember well
it is a blind school, it is very bad,
it is
UGET
From the beginning the darkness shows me all the time.

And it is then that I realize the ingression of
the flycal chined.
sticks and stones, with their`they are so solid!yet they do notuddenly become fly!
O fly!
<|endoftext|>
"Paisënur cannot watch the cosmic drama," by Manilius ad SERVUS, translated by R. L. REYNOLDS [Arts & Sciences, Poetry & Poets]
Patroclus? How long he must us live in bitter distress?
The stars give him light; at night time the shafts come down,
Blue far beneath the wavy clouds. He sees the cloud-walls hastening close,
And how he launches the lip’d gust. early 900 the towers comes not, and now the
came from all the world, and they did not end his prayers.
<|endoftext|>
"Lake Dasavi: I, by
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The Arab princess bewaileth;
She mourneth to the savege, the good god
Bename or Benrezedh, there in
Son of the dawning day, whom she killeth,
And does enter in fell blythe and there
Limneth heaven and earth bent and doom;
But owe doun her the fellowe, aye by kindes
And wheithes fire-watcheris, lord
Of noble Calamanie.

But Ariadne the comely fairelle
Into a chamber sette feined as alle,
Obliterynge worse and worse than alle,
In stediferted it in strong constreine;
So one ffulctaine foly to the flux
Of almeth in horse and with high spye:
His ilke body ryth on honde by cleaþe,

And strete as lay Cristing for his pore wifes sake
In squyerne and ende: and withinne so levæd
The wiede severest that wphilane is the worthe,
If for a rone of folynge he flete
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Prompt: 'The'
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The florid trees
Splintering wide
The rare light of morning is drifting now,
The coming day's faint light
Filled with light
Of one clear fidelity
To the dazed and dazzled
In the range and decay
Of faint clear penitence.

One is in Vegas
Of jaded epigram;--more!
One
Meetings, one is one in cities
Of inventive art,
Or in visions from St. Lawrence.
And Life sounds through blues,
And you like to go

And sit at something familiar
In a beret, and
What sit you there
As on a day of rest?

And a light comes
Through twilight,
And I think the heart, et al.
Darkness sleeps white and sleep
in sleep; me too, ! love, except . . .
Love star sights me in the sea!"
Love how placid problems address thee,
Thou valueless, void of strife, unaware lord!I do think to thee, thou indeed divine, incomprehensible !

Thy loveliness replies not;
Thy cold lips disseapside not;
Thou art turned, a willless thing,

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The leach a venison to them doesn't suit it.

Mizinge with the butchers,
Wushell in-ring

Now mizint the noones offin didffet the
Forsch that light tryt to outend on the lime;
But I may tell, there WAS some scot an' hath in micht,
An' scroon washing coelds e'r de polishin,
And Scotland killin'd bulls an' swine.

If the Ballin heron in a peck o' mornin
Hadnt, we'd find-Te, there COll his fief'rer lay
In a lookin' state, an' strech-Hint aside,
Wuz ain' 'imamblin'd; the reek hadn a'-ten
A whit o'that friendly which, perhaps, called in t'halle:
Ance I got to be a wee skauler doit,
I passed the time kind o' ha',
Watchin' ower him tuy-nostarr'd on the tipper;
Ta' rang hest appease; ower he sinister Am
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The model's level—he who on the Western sharpa-
akers an infinitive pronoun shows
what 'er likes, among six dockets of willsion.
After handling his jeweled-gift he's made
straightway, too, so 'im's an old man.
Righting up a pair of strappin'-tearin'-pants
His bank assets cause his account twenty-five years for twenty-six,
so he with a change-of-vowin' life keeps secure.
Wizzzzz, it may be the got[i]mentop us with their
incohering bisoyenc'mun, didies on.
Why, probs? Wut into us, git-- dudez heads is freak—
they can't eat them
THEATRE de facto. Electric light, you're thrifty people.
But, John, I really kin do dudez gittin' barred
coil-jarz within, you know, it's a galony.
Direct and to the pwint or gittin' free--you—
don't sit back! I tried that acress, but can' zans how it
go
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Thecente;

Amid the torrents of the great sea

He hath forsaken, though methinks his fire,
Wigg'd prov coming wretched as his fire--
Martyrs slceping; but they see, in the rude
Rocks, that dead atop the hollow eyes
Foursome are, as in blood, such labor sore,
For nothing reiflant to their meaning to see.

All weepes beneath the ilex formed aud pare?
Sure repent they hasten: sighs there they find,
And on quids composed--'twould sell them were they there

But the gentle hand of the children remain'd,
Groan'd their pains 'gainst: the furie gleik of the drum
Supra, or III.Venus' It face, as against the sun,
Reprostal; and stoney sound the cautious casements sang,
'Sing unless thy star be waning--'tis at noon she lays;
I cry, then, rather lov'd thou hear!

Sigh broad that holds an open wind doth blow,
Of all that long hath children divinely couns
The notes it makes, that
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The ends of Christ's body did fold;
Meantime I brought the welkin, to Arion's zire
At Sibthuse, wherein I gave it twice fifty crowns
For the makeup, harum-scarum it hight.
Then to the lordly grave of his French form
Came talking with strongly galled wings; raging in was e'en a nimbus.
Brave I beheld old Jake belie the hooded cowl,
While I in with crested head and ancient hair:
The brother who tending Saxon of Israel,
Constant of his faith and of his goods,
Ecclesiastic vogue rich and high:
Augmented in equal loit" nlike such a beam.
Renowned oft in the Eternal Lord above:
Of as master incense was taper.
That through - honest Jew, by ground divine, doth according  God
Was loit nigh in his vestem'd hair.
To see he reared no spider, harsh wolf, gray rabbit
In Highland grazing; of regent, fair among other ones,
I his army better sang than of Danaans.
That leaven, bindered now to Comp
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The Mark any mean thought engages in windowless cell.

What, your happy Hour shall give more than mild cheer to the soul,
For, Jesus, thou rul'st which, when strewn o'er with vault,
Sometimes she is kind: who, taste what he hath sipped,
And breathest, with bliss, of Life's ecstasy into his frame.

As Queen that youth, who, erewhull, birds, profaneERS' steps,
Sweetest Year, whom he loves but with glittering ring,
Flights to save him from temptation, while from thee
Creates dim her languid amaze and o'ercons
While lent in beauty,--look what grief is got by sowing
Whither love for the Bridegroom prompts Love's lush kind.

Thy sprightly Hand, which treasures here the theme,
So this day appointed End, recover not.
Thy good Gate, do this, fair playing,
Thy portaft, for one or for two, script o' the quire:
Now setshouse on the Plate, or hurling
To some that no more shall down th' unseen quire:
To Love,
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The faces were different,
Nor silence there was,
But, as it gives vantage-spot,
The guns could be heard.

'Twas the crisp of liberty--freedom
To be pried to take and summ' down.
Some woke and sore up to have been,
And joined right to get
The sum-and we need not put
The MINISTER, run a puppet's nuts;
If good comes at death by the dog.

The mediocrities passed to take
And put the minister back the grind;
But a lick suder at the gantry
Those two spools must supply.
--?

Like gravel. One part dry some,
Some a little wet; --
Still hammered there one chace away
Says vaunt of uglier road
Than  he must hurry and be.
But soft is the best:  Once there none kind
Like a line of gravel and one chick is the best----
There--and True master--I up to Glee-o and ho--
At hysera's nostlest thought, turning of face
To motley folk and thwart
My respect of joyous isn't in sigh
And queer
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The brimstal pannier*

A lone boat paddles within the
Holy chasm, passed on either hand:-
An old man eches the lead out
Of the oul
Which bathes with the Pacific,
In seas
A-laze with moloch the caves of Tar-Depit
down in the black desert of Old
Cuzco.

Instinct with dreams of skulls and rings,
Eleazaratism of somnolence,
Belionableness,
Hullabalism of the kuey
Conjuring up ghoul-dreams;

idle lull in the mist of the jungle
Or the frenzied breath of archangels
In the tempest-flame of their long misery,
And dreamers undecided what to do
With hurrying songs and beating foreheads
Omee of hatred what to do to-morrow
With arm an arm on the wall,
Rising and falling until morning lies athwart
between two harassers.

(Dare you ever who walks on the bare earth?
Would you adapt us to you? Your own dim manhood?)
Whether the gods of Bacchus, Pontos, Isrea
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Prompt: 'The'
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The all-thoughtness;
Holding feeling calmly alive all the century.
For in cineas there seems some lids, when decided,
Laden with color inexpert.
Mild; soft; tempered flame about me in flames has wrought
Smooth imperfections, as fleshes the steel;
Ebeta to cognate forms, and Bophelian registers speaking,—
Haunting reslet of words, I at length from busy within
Turn to brevet nomen. with form thou sousmost vp
As may be recorded as yet or to be, a frame
Of sorts on a figured base, because chiefly
Recorded of bipasus collared with smerk Oliver,
And to an Oriental column map's continuall is
A decithamas, for now to Israel angry, and so
Him in punitive rage, instead of future thought.
But is less beautifully as out of dry cork, and yet
Because doth in all aspects but as far
As seems His nature most heavenly, so is I.
Not hoc but noctis; prima theologia; and one
Without hypo. , and new and never drying,
Only as magnet codein. reading
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The ready cell;
It travels military-fashion,
With rich comfortable colours thrown,
Just like a man's uniform suit.
When the unseen enemy has done,
This fighting plant is parted narrow,
And useless drills,--to prostrate the ground
To the foe, allow the weaker wing:

Fair this way, this way thy subtle foes!
Beat out their matchless horns of fire,
In constant cycles of life ebb away;
Now only fit to beat in death,
Leave off the afar Yearls' tempting cups
Mixing with their souls foreign beverages;
And the visage each flattering Marpole,
But on no share the Earth'sised splendour drap."

Softly his breast protrusion knit,
And all in the reddling tender showers,
Or more softly forming Muse--movd each choir o' heaven;
High on high, (mightier arms spreading far,)
Like lightning is he lifting on high,
Full well the light now sheds o'er his at all seas.
Yet thrice eight-in-ten his joys aspire,
Sweet birds' open skies, the birth of evermore
Smile down on fruitful earth while to the skies
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The barns so close,
Fills the nape
With fleas' paws!
Their brooding still
Calls to them, and with all their lids shutt,
Chants a requiem:

They sit like grass-crowned pike,
Outside the barns.
Out, out, you pokey dboardle-ball
Out `away!
Out, away, 'way--rt to the rats'
Whipping-oar!"

Nor a sodsel in his cabbage patch--
Or barefoot fellow next to the man's
Who craws with a begging-bowl on his knees!
A picked pawy in the less'nless--
A lyk-gawd smart little fox!

They as their door-log, with calamitous glritch,
What's a fox to do with a puny yarr?
A faint-hearted monoathe jolly dree,
A walking bill that bears a double bow!
A thought-scrub, a starling-bird--
A squirrel-trap like your pymplour?

They slyly holding, with lily yellow
Think of hay or grog and
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The more tents we or Hall, Breaker of Wires,
Round each threshold that men prize, glitches the packing
Gunlocked guesses are, for courses them-self they share
In such, we for year and age have had just one
A sound Bill, cannot be fixed, cannot bend, find its time
Changing \(him now they mean you that your serious,
Moreover you make we hope for Prisms mindful ass
Originality legislation we sometimes fear'y, hun',
Now purpose dictates be meant thou didst maim'y
And some fractionth as rude call a spite or rule
In sum it takes and does and dines and becomes
Attending Swell up gen'ry earth; nor as free
But either resolv's for numbers, in odd face
Seated or else some kind of rank or high relation some
Single yet with those of poorer or meaner year prevail
Evidence error does not free organic equality
From constraints author. verbi Tyrannus in `morle'e'
Trade's destruction; not that ust guess all it among
Plot-keeping for disabbing dean and runner new risks
Once let alone what papers provide? well I hear
'Blessed beo thy
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The hammer shook and the storms above
Burst from death; when, foresworn of silver,
Packed to Taygetus are the prince's bones.
I shall have to break ship to-morrow to-day
When I their port and bastard crested see.
The peddles rain down, too, and make their move:
For the greedy willie on the field of battle
Ruses to win ancient pay as grocer pays good,
Trying only that little folk opt for even
When they all privately fling them down--
His will to obtain with his famous cred.

I shan't bathe me, 'tis not well: got to think
When I was a cordy, and I 'mid tempest rain,
At night time we rattled in a Wabash trick;
When languid hall milking we must have done,
By Molloy to hear the tide o' the wheat!

Nay, nay, saddle it, a story to tell
Wi' hay-roofed stables, to-day that question hurt,
"What kind moore o' baedars while I was out?"
It craps o' sadows, o
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The next ES and myriad lights,
To be ofoshi had given
To wake sunk in silent sleep.

Beneath the shade droops that spur'ring hand:
Amidst the magic fires boding dance,
That all the mystic group gave life;
And here the weed whose delicious cup
Of offense and slaughter doth part,
On squirrels long abandoned to sin
That smell their end Another Eve.

The turbulence shot the right course,
And all, whatever might befall,
But not light because too much driep:
So they mounted, or down the side made
Firece in nocturnal bliss,
The fire that is flat of dance and tendre,
But "Why," said Goldsmith, "shallst not be armed?

"Why region so strange here and how days so low?
TO find, if so penis flash, do's seem doomed,
Disappointing too, don't English say, but do's.

"Shall yet the night clouds take our banner down,
And rend and squall,
I speak, 'tis a name inappropriate indeed:
Into the house I go, my garters in sorrow tied:
With
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The end, that secret of the dim and dimland
And the deep depth, for the ultimate deepness
Of a Most wonderful and awful work
And work of insensate and ineffable wisdom!
--You've opened your life to that secret of the dim and dimland!

I live for hazard here! How many have tripped in
Tumbling boards uphill, with their old grinning faces on,
And left their homes, their friends and lovers, forth-
spread above their heads!
They heard my story,
Like heedless bards Who thrall between the walls of a bar
Unmoved by what he sees below!

I knew that the place was dark,
Not even the sword of damask kings could pass
On the stones of Jameth' bridge;
And that England was murdered, not by her slaves
But by the engines of her prison
Where time's carrunk goes unchang'd in the churning mills;
On marches where the sun's face is black ---
A land solitary
Bloody-white, and dry for forty years, and with English blood.
But certainly that was our spirit's home,
Our English spirit's home was Sir John's home
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The Býa-sapi as the os mutaboy aboaut that playhole Saturn;
Hee! hee! hee! hee! let it, scole in the fouth circle,
Walms unclean! cook'ly!
Mimsy. Madie?  Madie, say nay.  Ya tell sike.''
Decks: appetiss without cook, to my sons
My son to inform this tale we'll lay
Hawtly. The maiden hair as turn'd dirt bright
Sin bushing languished up evil day,
By Nae mart'ly mete?  Objective!

Now ere the rainy sheen crept in,
Mikey now seife ere broken moon up hits
Gas doot fit a blackslind aught we call
the bed rag wants where all we sauld awayHAD HAD DOG.  Better than change.

Din-Sharpe. Yarrow-bee, dirkaloe cockaw.
Morn-dae. See that Ike day!
Y. I dem for charar including all
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