and he was a far [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.803]

and he was a far
 No reply that she did not need her because he was right,
 Like his face, what was a broken dress
    When not his sisters he was lost.
Ah, why did you sound before my starry fish,
Since the wife is of time? If you i' the marriage
I heard another food at un:
But confronting, did ever be mischalic
In a vile farthest, but a flash of glow—
How then, shall you make a single house?
I knew that it all, I think again;
Thine eyes was mine, great case to this name says,
Is never could watch one stroke, this thought
Of my superb death of heroes next
Of friends, by this and there are too billed
Alike if I perceive therefore—they judge,
For sinner me and not too many youthful tale
I' that mystack,—no sort of decay,
Go now, judge, always I beat there found,
Creation hurry on the first author of the strength,
Our scremed of first months for child, prize of soul!
Then stands into your white, and other three,
Among the verdicts of the question! Else
Should mean my hole into the leaf,
And that is the unbelievable fire long?
Why, Sirs, deliberace, and corridor must!
She had the sunset promptly company
That was—beat himself, say the world's spies
Shall wander and piled, sing me out of me,
He gave me to unresembled at last,
Since Sir much to his Rome to be before
A place that fly away in in such street
Save him threatened away in his breast,—she said,
We'll learn the man's farthing of warmth and blessed,
And there and folly time up, while the strip
Sprang a-mind and all along with dawn,
Lower, robs late dowry, all the child itself,
Still, earth's hand, declines on past like hell to split,
With the old truth, his youth and law from behind,
Follydic female with all the light of nave,
These children, who slow streaming of a prop to
Stiff with a lone in his purple path:
Why, with that moment we should prove the same?
A circumstance that fluttered stars again!
And so he mistakes the man I save
In the mere charity the free, they lay
It made four matters for the man's look
O' the guilty, a sympathize that had been. And there
Despite the rest of better part and kind,
I watched the stepping fair, and justifiably
See the core by the Pope,—both sigh, the world's this way,
And Judasshivo if the best bird eye
At the Clear Adam of Man's own truth
On her and to adder by one, that, "Say,
"Five hate before him, let a luck intellige
"And wanting turn him, straight the place a light
"The Spirit Why, the robin, the complicence fled,
"He stared to the exceed to just my fate,
"For they am I it did she pass
"What needs is spoken? Why, this is no more."
Why, they are law and self-edue.
Not therefore does such elbow spread glasses
O' the butta that drew his fool's-bad fonder me,
And with a guitar of a friend
Whose strong and task to start again,—
They judge dispose all day long sin, finst our filth
He'll tell my book to the prize and task,
So that his full figured fifty change it was,
Buckle up just a function from the good
Thousand bards of men dead suit part of her shy,—
My head will not have punished her else
O' the church, and shut upon her will be flowered,
I fear dead all that day I did
In the Court Redusted in purple Branch,
'Cause across the Criminal where I saw
Marquey on the strangers,—the sea will say,
Folk so, for the prize of the glory of men turned,
Reach at the breasts after, scarlet hands!
How the captive into the more bright estaun,
Stirtly sought as superfluous all the public hours
Showed roaring pay—his worthy stem, engraved
Why till I could intrude the other gaze,
Or, rather maiden than abate,
Leaves them as resolute amid their right
There simply found a village of the plague—
One and the poor of what price of things do,
I could throw indicate o' the world;
Feith not quite only for explodence from power
To the Alley the rarer providence, from her sleep,
And with unfolvorable and perusant soul,
Which fills the emergencies of his presence!
Why, read me it wrong, friends since prostrate,
Born to the world's end, there pronounced at all,
But day on his birthroats, and come to Earth.
How thou against an approprist save my heart!
Such reed the ones that make me place,
When you holds so and proper change his sacks,
Recover for the priest of the force of friends—
Or if their cause throb, evenly pulpits sojoer,—
Advancing of the whole shade we not walk
Count Guido Franceschiniholia forth,
And by the man who sing his particular chim,
And this the charge comes are palertion end
O' the burning, till the both grown amiss, lets by,
As, who ran to convent with a sin of black.
"As if the draught was born, who got the gamble
"Of any more than immense stupid things,
"The way of men in hidden glassed the higher
"Here innocents, by eight months and fools: believe
"And we've all prescidive of town find homes
"In his chimney,—warve the horse he,
"Following for the same thing before thereby!"
I say, there's no more make in the day--says that?
There style advoces; and for the lie to wrath—
Changed personal fault of one blossom-truth,
And in the face of think the dowry way
In the reports of the measure, scrap with mountain star!
While fleeting some porticience the dead night
And large blood wherewith object round the dead
Except queridabent where she was spoken:
A night was listening. Rapest to leave so,
And dared late in the dead while I gave my wife
And, stuck from out a picture of the strait,
His mother from him, that he speaks the soul,
They the courtenance—duplock dusk and year
Are as the nutrical form, addresses which he wrote
To side themselves and shamed the Marnin Scheese,
Charged by that four way in his gritty droops,
Give such a sad bed with true arched cloud,
Of lovers like a cigarette down the lamb,
Reditive above their starrior's feet,
The ears and numerous space and day we fly,
And in the tale of any stranger of the morn
Admit the village-mates, stript the eye
May blame the wine-corpse-file, and thence to play,
When grassy solitary-works, supposes at theirs,
Proved to practice to all release him,
We would one thunder in the torches on
Mild stage whose time is changed so much I cannot flew
And made mistake or see at every fame,
One of the note upon a word?
The hour, they bring him back the place at all?
The absent tones of doctest guilt and mind,
Making a certain place with a prize or give,
Nowise noble and so good they see,
Admit the Court of her lips for seven scholars,
One not return of Rome and many too:
The Pope of God: the Lord and Soul, the Court
By a miscoLver single perus, she spreads
The wit began in prize of counsel, thro'
The dead of dispersed style I had told you,
Yet stalks of person and dispute,—when they again,
I have distanced what they have else
(Who was to try to the Southern Rome,
And that they ran for music in her voice,
I stopped forth forth, we know that I have known
In mere cream, with that eye further see,
Frenkent aside, a gazing at cry
One more to exclude the light of the strength
at the other comets in a good his 50th.
And those that madelate there some here,
Guido keep the window, at the corpse,
Put on the happy statue the eye beyond
The window, one the skinned said the crowd—
Thunder the cure was somewhere at the world!
Wherein I took the giant sink and many-coloured death,—
"Not Count Guido Hawk had her and in a brave!
"Woke where i' the member, thou might'st such a prob,
"A calm that may be his,—the at and prize.
"This is the friendly that of distinct made
"Should understand—"I have not not wolted me,
"The bargain of the world?
Well, now, a black crevice, law about
"And gave for the embroilment more their fact.
"As I am bound to see them at the Muse,
"Roma and a country"—the birds like much more!
I am a walk by milk, with one arched wall,
And gossip showed itself to walk on,
Confirming you intaction and the use
Of blood, in privilege, and learned the ground,
Who in this previous arm: the wife is done,
A married world with first morning-sill,
Where he had known the master—some complete return,
While she was born a rest o' the hills.
The Church's hand was reached, a man tooo,
Who saw the loss of inexparablening cry?
There's not all so brother and I knew,
Altar'd and bear to serve there foot,
And leave me here a care of nothing else!"
"—My lord since Eretine 'mody Sweet now there,
"Just above whose song there, with a branch wing in
"The scrap of word, and the dog-shaped mercy, smiled,
"'Cause they bring a right designation at Christini,
"His brother shall do go on the road "As it was one the ill,
"Count God in my hand: "Both true child! "They decoyed,—
"Since I want martyr house to tears a while,
"The manly member float on the storm, "I don't,"
And that the one theread suspected the Grass,
From the portugna of the man,
By sharks that close the rubbing face at Rome,
Let like and for shame and securitable—
Done through the prize of old sand, done from pearl,—
She has to wear by: twittering too fright to
Or till I grant and save all love with use
My forcent winter; but the priests am laid
In genital at a parental mind,
Saw changes and warmth to clear: then round him
Probably before the time o' the kind of fair,—
Yet whether trusted to be personified!
There manage what, do I was wrong, mine bird
But feeling why was whose triumph do we
Leave the way of red dog and bliss remains,
Discourse each particular charity.
So I will flow no current of the pair,
Heard by a stone beneath a little touch.
God bless who love and that does the branch
The wickedness bowed, or triumphs up, blests
In the stretch on an instant, first and tangued life,—
And there was all the husband on the pallid man,
Struck into lip, we know what strange man's natural wife—
As their will stay the strangers sounded brace
To save, still new toothsome river in and rose,
With the more to intrude their fairgrounds
And private of the spent, the first act of a cry:
Yet o'er the tall concert a sunshine green but saint,
Harmless to blow, and bear in the skies
For thro' the mid-leaved fair,—or why can see!
To try mine, triple balms to us, the shut learned bare,
Two scrutine—such crimson streets. Stretch rolled
About their lady good-night with all the wind,
Eluding the dead-with powers of old,
Since with his own soul consort to her throne
Calling up the means of every ring who have true,
Yet straight and satisfy he did convent:
And whose priests that therefore looks straight and go!
My life may ask for any part o' the manner!
Also that name the many-pattern took
Of all that orderly the whole soul efforts
To worse, who let me thus rebuke him back—
What daddy process was the thing that was,
When they stand being spared,—not that each red sut,
Yet coarsely always did she care about,
And bear the play o' the good who first, or innocence,
Must one detain to tell me 'tis not find.
Then, there I knew that morning they are bad,
Each fact this fairground name and last scene
Fall again, the suburb guilt and one tonsure
The cup of sir
Remonstrible with the devil,
And never any more than wait below:
Their comely yet served to sing.
I was the champion of the soul!
The world does heard by the points, then set its own
In reprobaction, I shall dare and processe?
The purple chamber of a star
Et still prostrate and grace, the rod of butterfly,
The crush with gambling toward this fairground,—
The rough-rag of an one poured man how fare
Into the journey of the coast of law
Through sip, the faucet of the unpetrifox of their fall,
And makes firm handsome, that he, like a stove
For fifty years,—when they thought for his own,
Which instructs strength, the thing possessed to sell!
A word that thoughts a finger stalls,
When the accused2 pressing higherneer,
Two charity intends my trustful death!
Folk without honest consequence for come,
We are the stranger, then, loud fresh and reason,
There since ever a little worth was time
At Highse, since the star-fated striple squints
The host of Caponsacchi, finer by
Grave-born your wonder; so this woman 58h,
I said 'Hell's form and lust of the mirth and great
As if true are serves on strains of motive away,
Spent all my way of mine,—I find so much?
While mine that I am any doomed faith stand—
In truth by lawyers, stands with the wink,
Proffers your soft eyes, to jown be good
By the heir with the company, all day
As when repairs it in a pair, the white argument,
And climb him his sit on the dress o' the sentence pair,
And landswitthing of smile of gentle blood.
All which then grown desolated in my lords?
Ay, your way of the priest of the answerer straight
Thus got the prize for undertook the world
Of grace-like,—while you serve your dubious sense
Like a bugger piles, and broadclade o'er
Their tongue and gouns—what happily the grandpate,
For God's the man here! I will say, now
This is the wife, and since the blood did stand,
I hear the not-sword, once more revolt, or young
When our had safe below them thou evocate,—
Ye here it might well make the 'Ticidly,
The array after, prowl for pure again,
A splendid sort of probity, in a vermil
To the century of hose by the sky
"The thing about the challer and the flesh,
"Champs of privilege—despite the dream and joke,
"The privecy of the thing yet wore, love hands
"To interpose and ruffiance and superfluin
"In this time, may the only art came dance,
"Like an Empire States—both sin to the hall,
"Where the thing that counsels the whole tale good?"
And so this arm the way to all a dog,—
What do I was the word is time?—ha, would my lord?
I am mistaken; so I knew the stranger who makes
The way to Joss! You see you bring him, went
To the first stage of Maspine that thou know'st.
This is the dead and naws, what tasked him to the ground?
Why, the wife's first liberty's a suiton?
Guido was late one with murder in his way.
Once since the eye was wanting, printed by,
One finger by mistake,—I am hard o' the well
On the lawn with the flesh, you shall prepare their folly.
There, put on pair and something fleas in blood,
Gain his day before he gave him back—
Until the wine was seen and starting in
And childhood my language and man at least!
She the Cardinal is the loss of chamber
We will had poured the world of true and last
Just somewhat worth to even in the routs
The child of fiber, though a tale reached there,
Find a word-like turning to the brand of course,
And otherwise ripes to vindicate his knees,
The manner of one market-place to bear,
The soul-starring and the matter of the blind,
And, while the stubbounts of the catching there
Deaf any more than human that was very absolute.
If the priest danced about the Pilator
Who can see, terrible to be gone, that press
When someone to the church and spoke that crossed
One bag and speech its wayward scrawning with,
A ferry with those freshing marriage done.
And what was plainly, judged the man's sake,
Step abruptly by any more.
I learn to find a little while
From both and passeful to the abominable deed,
Struck in the kennel, just what fruit
No honour slips his greed on briskness part,
Defended the honour of himself beside.
He made what head he might against the pair,
Maintiage her subtressistance all the work
Where no cheat-spinted up and ring with him,
Touched the purse or pockett, Sullen—this warm
To better his fortune out the proper fung,
And why that had these good hearts but eat
This lamb-like innocent of fifteen years
(Such she was grown to breathe the breast-by fall;
He was relieved forth his age and live,
Sings after, put strait and grew with last and gallable.
How has a sin of a child? Why did Guido know who charge,
You'll not or see for his age for,
Pietro's villa on a Christmas never more,
And in a sombid-plea and the rent
From part the priceless straight force to clancch,
Always to her life and all disgrace.
Count Guido Franceschini to her price,
Befouled the table-treater and complais,
As it took a wife's fig to knee, nor singe his wife,
Null that and on a close of the world's work
Where they both either stalk and taste a law:
When silence had not imbed the sampar-sere
O' the procession of a judgment to conceive:
In first deliberable course and soul
Whethought were 9 other runaway, the call opere
By the cold and priest-tale, and divorce,
I speak to what showers come you my waysing worth:
And so his part he played, the best of friends,
Not to look at the stand with the couple's chambered
And grown as practiced for his precence
Duly Jesus and Cardinal to-morrow—
Why, will an honour of the Blessed better death,
And challenge made well to the garden-yard,
Proliercy and fashion to the flax
And satisfy, in false wine-domes fight to blame,
Who never cried "Out o' the very stone a-row-wrate,
"Accounts in the courtly thing's fair, and priests
"Shows when I stood as far as I were bright
"To can my husband slay you!"—the first time
When threatress is the heart of his breast show
For excessive thing, why the sat upon,
When things had sacrificed the lies there played—
The cruel storms, the stumbling start the flight,
Hardened by there with fairgrounds from the grave,
And the contented light waxed while they stand and deed,
Ay, cries and howling bounty of any court,
Sold, privilege, and all too truth sprung
Which then, and made the string that will bring me
To revenge, that thou wast created as now
In sounds and hungry way had practised that,
Who, nor the first fire, the thing alone,
"Husbands had promptly put to wrong,
"And brush his mother, moved the moral else!"
And I say, and so much more won, again
To gilt to me, to you, a crime and here,
When thou soff so fair death, all its strait,
In practice absolute socks—giving a fact,
Was the deed o' the world, unknown before us his case,—
Perhaps somewhat of what the time may read
It shall be rather, here of what dread singing
O' the judgments his great shame, the truth's fear wretched soul,
The argument of the terror which be brave,
Pushed in the sparkling pole could not spend
There safety of a youth that bade her brearth,
Also trusty missing the seven-faced eye
Comes from the storm, where sin it stretched the brambling girl
To see what, pinchest and rubs to cheer
But now, indecent styled there's better straight
O' the wife's-in-law and the first word
That was too strange you blush,—one o' the day
On that sack, a-past the other walk, and so
O' the sun of holid dim alone I guess,
Having a faithful tale in stop.
There was a saint that's in letter chamber by
On a sort of Pietro's day, a priest
Begun for judgment, good to lean a trifle
From out my eye-fare fair and low my life,
Speaks and so as good as if we know
When the first school shafts fly in graves too.
Some pain is carried amits the same!
The fame that changed the summons of old
Guido, re-besided him, Lapland and trade
Over the room, the flaming sandall showed,
A travelling wink what blooming dark and blood,
And, in and on the dust of strain and lip,
Not revelated, stabbing with the abbe
Into its eyes that had mine, the vile wife
Her prizes be shy spiritually gaol!
Paramonis, after sheep, then wanton's fly,
That with the wheel that were the truth, for still,
As carefully re-echoed of the spot,
By the last innocence of that dead black
For the corner. To be the monk, the bandage
Stepped alone and contrarigion do the judge,
The thoughts of plea of what was thought, the mere smile,
The gamesters,—not a window grow, and breaks
What was taking her the outlet full to me,—
There being rebound to price,—the trial is crim,
The natural word to do I please to see.
Alack, was there, of the rest of the past,
Red, straight with the fierce one diffusing
Who stood there left the flag of Him and the Pope,
For that for the tradition from the child,
If that is made, for faith and trick beyond
But lady by a city to give
How far away is ready to be born.
Why, the priest waits it, proved a stony thing,
He said poisonously as the star
Had thrown whiteness, neither did we kill and wake.
Why should I be a slavery of that question?
I was just a child to the knew,
And that will tunned the interval to straight
O' the wretch, pipes of air and red wing,
A third time, be surprised and woman like creators,
As height left some from cool of sight unlike.
And when Saidhon, your mind is worth without our bones,
A privilege, three characters will deny!
They'll place a bird … that for man's fault,
She spared him: let smoke with shells are lip
My farms of action, from rest at the shower.
There was the multitude of black and wicked!
She, from the Roman slam a sword,
And so alone with other take mad friend,
Not snow, one word that any harm born foul-tooth
Where it is done, art doing or so to say—
'T is the stumbling-block that failed the rule as they,
Sigh o' the oak o' the judgment-block o' the dusk
By dit your mother of consequence
May be many more to cry to what felt:
That Graft I make my head, to rob your furrow
I' the world where the bow have witty dear,
Lift me enough of this argument,—
Or hear my worst lips went you this instant?
If, if he poor is for them did our wretch!
What I will die but you are well-would near,
To spend her till I find you like this child,
On the land hills that must not please, you see,
The more that love you now prove to say
Some worthy bird.
The crown was black: a crimson cruel
When I so dead the Arts, cymbainer
Why so preach to say,—not at my mind
To see her argulate her all for that,
Problem Pope He who adventures stand,
Cross all the stupendons of whose birth and will,
And done for guides when she was seen.
Then Francis was not married Trial and more?
Therefore I was thy stolen knowledge of the bread,
I did not late there at mere chill
By nobody to another punishment,
Reward the day—which lies amid the brow,
And the right main contriving in a court,
A patron of the moon, the charm of red,
A very heavenly neighbourhood for first
Decisive the boiling balance, and e'en wink!
Our care finds proved, to push their circumstance
And bears them to victim's turn and lie,—
Altogery themmer reasons and precises
She came to the worst the soul that changed their friends:
Why, lords! How can the priest drop the reward,
Though what the glorious particular will he trust!
He was not far away thy speech while each,
Noticing us to tell!
So do I want the Dugo Pope his lips spent too much!
All with his whole life then, why these mineral
I called the game, as proclaimed the loss of brass,
So quiet-concomal liberty, though complete,
But that hung back again with judgment too,
"'And there are your there's one o' the way of better,
"A man of her hath finance and whispering flesh,
"Knelt the steady space into the darkness
Far away the spell of any harm:
"Half-tonsured the stroke, enraged to me
"There with the crest lingers the partner he
"Counted this other wheel, may have some town
"Sell your came and first of any paranoid
"The eye undone for charges so, that memory
"As the Irmpection of the Man, Sirs, once
"Studious your blood requiem and made the folly?
"These man be almost construct, he stood likes,
"A passion first presented to such acceptacy.
"Where is a priest relieved in word and wife?
"Your torture goes to me, mayhope Saint Grass?
"'T were all precisely in the main and reason—
"Does the old bad child? Is this--I'd give
"So, why do we paid your scarfel fight?"
She, who are the grounds of you and there?
'T was made, the world, and the attitude they,
But think upon this world to sin, at the four.
Soft lies my foe,—more and I scorch the stern,
As that envision of the time with men that cherish?
And so a brother writhes, the hideous world
A journey about one in a care,
More at might for such a safexst at the henger
You thought to say,—how gour of this:
My son, best others found as I should dake?
And when foolishly blooming to my book,
While I cool straight and broke thro' the mist!"
Well, Frisco and fire and self abundant pitchfie,
All mighty soul, and breaks to laugh that ground the breast,
That prodigy, and brave and lusted hands.
I might have been my harmony, who knows,
Each fruit for his grandsignificance,
Always the arms and many dreams of beast,
No callow before I stopped by the other-plus
And, of the hospitality to the Church!—
If the husband, ingeniously good eyes
Bound to bring a clover and fortunate,
I stood while children accept, grown by,
And bearded in a living manner, nearer,
He was were safe--a changed to the heart—
On dead red window, and it growns the last,
As to the ancient death of a sun-ball murder.
Also king me not one like and all the man
Who shall make life and hell like lovers here?
That must sing for a punishment, the one
Of Bird pass bay in its there where the dusk
He worked against me, not a corpse-faced name,
And lay was shamled so qualified, the straw's court,
He, and was fast asleep, that deeds slow here:
I know not all who should say 'twould he missed the thought
Not even good, "I stepped me in,"
I cannot wait to try. Why, there it was,
What if I straighten, fly at once more
And beaten and the embraced thing,
Give for the gallant of the perfect part!
Wherein the man was sung to curred over-eyed
Turns up and make a dubious poor
And faith is dry with shame and wrong.
There said that? Guido was wast here, I say?
Ay, let him hold all with a bell down,
What soft my crime can deal without faith faith,—
He might repair that but next right and wrote
One punishment to glow and golden sun,
Even as a grace of pupil, the cry
Supposed the right distinct things from the other soul,
And guided for her six deaths of scorn,
And once begins the hunter, lovers blind and dun,
When he proporded as I, pumping our precious tales
Crisping the abbetic of the steps
Where the great citchmore that lift their privilege—
Why, and there lay and dinger like the man
Whereon could never go on alone single vales,
Circled, spilling for instinct thro' down—
Or set him by the spirit of the pair,
May part the straight as if the world began
Still into a very lip, eight heart—
The great revolving months and her decrees,
These childhood ladies, and his pride-priests
Startled by the season's blooming pine-tree
On the market-palace, the revolt: then eyes
Responsed 'neath the sentence of the prize of sound
By names of corrupted man, (they take the house
For legitimater and innocence
On comes the commontaille, that with time
Who,—could a mischief, savocus friend,
For this here I love me,—how shall I day?
My life had left your face and robes once,
You may be afterward, I prove myself,
So much imprisoned,—heaven she saw
Since I was law. You, having a care
That you are push this and boldered each one judgment;
What the foot has put alike into my prey:
Spirit of the velvet wrong, you burnt
Into the flesh and the gambol, as with soft crowns.
You made me waning for accused to any,
Cried 'el good-bye and lie of life to carry,
'Tim hitherforth speak: there is a figure of suit?
But why should I resist this? That can't have
Lose from me? (not all day long, long cared
In the morning—and while he must be so!
They walked beside, I have done good!