Leodogran, the King of Cameliard,
Had one fair daughter, and none other child;
And she was the fairest of all flesh on earth,
Guinevere, and in her his one delight.
All night a door floated down the river.It tried to remember little incidents of pleasure
The new ergonomics were delivered just before lunchtime
The disorganization to which I currently belonghas skipped several meetings in a row
After the burial we returned to our units
There's a fortune to be made in just about everythingin this country, somebody's father had to invent
The common is unusually calm--they captured the stormlast night, it's sleeping in the stockade, relieved
The directions to the lunatic asylum were confusing,more likely they were the random associations
I take the long walk up the staircase to my secret room.Today's big news: they found Amelia Earhart's shoe, size 9.
Some people go their whole liveswithout ever writing a single poem.
I prithee spare me gentle boy,
Press me no more for that slight toy,
That foolish trifle of an heart;
I swear it will not do its part,
Though thou dost thine, employ'st thy pow'r and art.
The abandoned campus,empty brick buildings and early June
379 Trinket pasticcio, flaunting skyey sheets,
380 With Crispin as the tiptoe cozener?
381 No, no: veracious page on page, exact.
Most happy letters, fram'd by skilful trade,With which that happy name was first design'd:
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought,Through contemplation of those goodly sights,
The summer and autumn had been so wet,
That in winter the corn was growing yet,
'Twas a piteous sight to see all around
The grain lie rotting on the ground.
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry. For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.
Be your words made, good sir, of Indian ware,That you allow me them by so small rate?
Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be,And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet,
Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes entendeth,
Which now my breast, surcharg'd, to musick lendeth!
To you, to you, all song of praise is due,
Only in you my song begins and endeth.
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