Thou dawdl'd not bringing me fro Æther to Nether,
Still, duringly cling I on to this heather -
Dew-scentéd blossom; thou wast pristine,
The sweven of thee ne'er will I cede, m

venus

Circa mea pectora multa sunt suspiria
De tua pulchritudine, que me ledunt misere.

Venus! - I trow'd thou wast my friend -
Professed to Heaven thou wouldst send; Iam amore

reverie

Car-crash and an elevator
Make you someone else
Never try yourself
Restore you
Tick-tock clock and teddy boys
Bop ‘till you're fagged out
Open windows shout<

virago

Twit me, I am thy tyke;
Meekness for thee aught.

Yerk me to weal daut',
Sweven nor Muse
Wad taw me to this ruddy hue -
Wark aptly my drear,
'Hesting dir

a_hamlet_for_a_slothful_vassal

"Behold a jocund morn indeed! -
Sun on high - birds in sky.
Yonder the whist eathing,
Fro where a gale erranteth."

"Ye beholdest but the shadow. -- "That is a lie!<

dying_ _i_only_feel_apathy

Now as I am to bereaft of my troth
I cry aloud my last words of lost hope.
A violent gust of wind is my frame of mind;
Fluxes like moisture through pores.

I am unwi

a_rose_for_the_dead

-- oh - my dearest; the sweet music in the ear -
-- albeit, daresay I, the lullaby of an everso dark sleep.

my precious,
likest thou what emergeth yon the distant?


black_as_the_devil_painteth

An artist is what is call'd the self that the brush holdeth -
Though hath it then caringly caress'd the Canvas of to-morrow?,
O Canvas! for thee I hold my tool - still! passionless it

seraphic_deviltry

Whether He the quaint savant's power doth held I now not,
Albeit aetat a thousand stars' birth He is -
Zuoth I that for reasons to me oblivious
August of a granditude of servant

to_these_words_i_beheld_no_tongue

Whether the thronid Monarch weareth the crown,
Which I know not whether to his belongeth;
Doth he hence the sceptre sway?
Seasoneth he justice?
Daresay I he doth not,

a_distance_there_is

Come in out of the rain thou sayest - but thou ne'er step'st aside;
And I am trapp'd
A distance there is ...
None, save me and the bodkin - pitter-patter on the roof:


the_new_man

Broken bottles, and a broken nose
No reason not to lounge in a pose
I could stand in shade light and laugh at you
You were wrong - it’s happened to you too

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