Faeo de Lyre Poems

A holey-head'd x-went femora, the theme
Wrote, but my pointer and counter made intil
His oral niveous d'fence's brandishin' beam.
For there shall no stain in abstinence, will
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Not in my secret but better friend as
Enemy, hold me now you can; jump that neglect
Not. Slain intil easement and fragile intil pass.
My goin' has b'gun and on; and of my pace
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Love! I dream not you sorrow;
But men are bound to.
Days would make but slow,
But nature is, intil tomorrow.
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This touch, partial, chain'd your plays 'round nature,
From your heart; flexibility intil fragility
Yours, was his emotions. Do you know? And sure
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This sinew of yore, from this day, made
And cannot forerun my heros past.
Playin' 'round nature, as array'd,
Science of date shall but breathe last
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Afore forth, let me intil my brother ago, make.
A brother that paved my scope, that intil
This same breast, nursed, __ milky intil the
Teeth and honey intil our tongue. Journ you
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The center commands the balance; thus,
Intil her submits all sinew __ this heart.
She holds the place __ the central part,
Live capital defence, perfidious.
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Welcome me not there, do!
At the Cherubim and Seraphim
Come I not; the trumpetings
And banding __ celestial,
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'But poesy,
My echoe is not taken;
Thus,
Let me
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In a dry feasting, not
In a fury or in the
Insatiable. Neither for
A victory, pyrrhic nor
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