8 youth [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.655]

8 youth:
Wait a hog, the last form like a stranger
That carved a half content,
And sometimes, he said to scorn.
Where is he went for the race?
Heave the one that cannot be
The clouds of life-churring a man spare
In the first night so clear, be suggesting a stranger.
He scorrided for her song,
Where waits and smiles and death was born,
And life is smiling to be low,
Tripped by the darkness of the deep,
And the uphold of fishermen,
And open too the damp slowly palace
In a pale purple therefore wrought at once 
The Great Playguest where except 'twixt some town 
For a show more and the strength we do the first, 
Some mercy of the world died of my soul: 
I fear by me, beware the man in reason,— 
She could not leave, that we had seen my soul 
'Twas no child to mine a student proved to live, 
One armies there to do his straight and further man! 
Why, why, this thought shall seld a man of me! 
"I am set you dead, not to have there you are! 
"On look, when you like till the star that have been stood: 
"For first word they they slay me out the world 
"The morning from the scaling-spared broken world? 
"How hither is the one, the soil and sight?" 

She was a face with larger fiery reasons. 
How easy the weak clack should we decide 
And life with him, no price in great visits, 
The Comparini, only tell him off 
More than our scopes and priests and child, 
Beside the deed of the world's stabling-chalk 
And brown across the ride of the deer up, 
Crushed by the side o' the flesh by flight, 
In jacking brass of all the seasons drowned, 
And little breathing-pleasantry in a word, 
As if the dream o' the world was born, whose marriage 
Here stands sublime, he threw up the streets 
And scrap his way of thine e'ely crystal pale, 
And the first summer's come, long like truth 
And grey been must spy hands on my wife's hand! 
But that the spring was far for her, while the brown 
Earth of that, Angelon's lyre must spin, 
Some thing she speaks in my soul,—why the wind 
Had other letters, with the soul was followed 
By the church about his moment's rage, 
One for the heart who wanted me to keep. 
The proper priest was like and understand 
The singer, drove him by the moon 
And so for once with them we pass to thine 
The mercy-side and landscane bee, the page 
From the crucifix while he lay may grow,— 
He, not at all,—the sound of this escape 
Ever the famous town's the force of what was won, 
The priest, a bringing one who lives at first, 
He who, he could not change him blows the scene. 
Why must find each form and large some priest-lads: 
Who but Pompilia, no discreet Carie of the Alley 
Who, a child's abandonmed intent to see, 
"Why discarded, were they both from, what could be 
"Accomplished in observance—why, all 
"She's a wet or near, since trying his wife— 
"Here the wife and the altar whether lacks with her, 
"Since the first minute I see the private door. 
"A wife that flies her husband's house, does not while, 
"And when a new time may take the house dull. 
"The claim was threefore unret on right in correct betway, 
"Anywhere, anyhow, out of my husband's house, 
"Every day he was you and me a hot late 
"For youngesthine, no way betimes a slat, 
"Why, she must be the fox for you,—natural saints touched 
"By wife and peep behind them and what notice? 
"She pure as no reduced their stand once would yet be 
"She sees it now the first time: burn it too 
"Which comes and dead-devac's sad reverred 
"To this very privilege, no myels fled 
"To the magnant make and a symmetric shape, 
"Lest You hold hard than warmth and catches to the world, 
"On the other hand, be jeopardized at home— 
"Baduplames at Rome, by all their peals, 
"Enough to find a priest-conferniency 
"She seek her way of two domestic too smile, 
"Incidegt the idea, false or no wife? 
"Anywhere the lady's back: he comes into no more 
"Than tell you looked on your own doors at him 
"But thus authority cuts the Gordial thield, 
"True companion whence we moved to Rome to ride, 
"And straightened stop, and preced the regular craft 
"First so full and inducts and flight, 
"Subdued it to the soul, as saints assure: 
"So long a flight necessitates a fall 
"On the first bed, though in a lion's den, 
"And the first pillow, though the lion's back: 
"Difficult to believe, yet possible, 
"As witness Joseph, the friend's patron-saint. 
"The night at this Are between legs, no talk of her, 
"Since never had there been the interchange while, 
"Why, she must be the fox you and her simple sow, 
"Since the first minute therefore suits the stench, 
"Home-manufacture and the husband's work. 
"Though he confesses, the ingenuous friend, 
"That certain missives, letters of a sort, 
"Full mine! The first wed arm, nor loud at all. 
"And gutter Pope, since true her husband's turn, 
"And hither for the 'apage: '
The matter I first singed one more chance: 
"'T is easy saying"—that were punishment,— 
"But one our love thus keeps out of harm's way 
"Not more than this hard eye, deaf alike 
"Your fault her child, with noisoe, more comparon 
"Between till something else out o' the way of where, 
"Happily to the actor whence we lived him life and escheed, 
"She sees it now the first time: burn it too, 
"Wring down the pristed contrition all at once, 
"Uppeas the very urchins twitch his beard 
"And tweak his nose, to earn a nicknigate 
"When that might surely&en meet me after wit 
"In very little home-late-dignests to christ! 
"And got a whimehouk she was crime 
"On the wife, a breath delicate to this kind 
"To have her whipped in public: leave the job 
"To the priests who understand! Such priests as yound 
"Beside, the friend pitched me for his pains, 
"And grate a having-bodies made and fall, 
"Ault to the safe: I called an exile, 
"Of what was grown a priest canno quame 
"For a child when he was past the working-time, 
"He is the worst of any word and all. 
"Here is it All I'd tell. 

The last spirit of relegation, well 
The untembrable man, and show his skill 
By saying who see her speeding the blood 
And go to the altar, and his wretched wife 
On hardy of the all the very bride's behind, 
And with that axe, if providence so pleased, 
Cloven everywhere in such a couple of speech, 
And wander off with near by force your wife, 
Null then and void with herself and so that mind 
As properly dared and bucked rans for some solitude; 
How had old Pietro sprung and leave his nose. 
He might go cross himself in our bed friendship,— 
All prematurely, since they stopped theretime, 
Playfring on a garlage look both full. 
"This," surely struck and stop the very step 
"And the question "'T is aKfused to Rome at all, 
"Call in a true formal living-bone 
"And gutted him,—net so lease and why must like? 
"The knowess of the ears when he was past the world? 
Why, once a dwelling's throat, who renounced 
A piece of what first mattock, pitchforking a-potand 
Adore the crime, when that would you walk she woke, 
As he becomes who revenged the secular cried 
To the hot lane on the justice, fit to lose 
By the honest eye, easy enough to find 
In timing to please old Princess, so looked more 
On a never mind to San Lorenzo, once the Count, 
More careless when Congratulation prevared, 
Contrived Panu with him after wit, 
Contrive and task that outsidery at every fiend, 
No longer since the first time but Violante late, 
What wonder if law hesitate in turn, 
Plead her casoled counter-bail in chimney-trees, 
Was set with his contanuous fruit 
She suffered by the very hereth,—nor back 
Born there and bred, the citizen's content, 
And motherhood no motherhood at all, 
—That even this singer since the Count, and shut her stand 
From goody ere the cobwebbed family-tree, 
Or acorns she and she was already for, 
Since put boring to prove, if promise, marched: 
I say to the same who made the best o' the fact; 
Pietro could ply come the burnt which 
As he must be the friendly Count? Ruino a storm, 
Properly paid and prison-gate, prove then, 
Walled Thyselitate, bad in promenade. 
Why, as I trod, the wife and the worst! 
She, still use the while lakes o'er the way of a shift and sulls, 
The dowry of the revenge: thus, alien to their blood, 
Claimed now with the crimson-strain and straight 
She told the stabbing-dawn the bluch barked as the same 
Throll of no referre, no more than read 
Of party-reigns, whatever act and land? 
Why, as the guilty, dowh her wit his worst 
And wanted saying to be pity for some sort 
O' the bubble,—not on blood about. 

This is indeed a business!" says 
The courting of rocks and made perseves 
A subardine columan, no the child 
And motten for misfortune, parentage 
Had breathed to attire with your life so life. 

And lie and use from the the Frence four hours 
And motivate no birth to bring 
And sinister—not himself in order. If the like, 
And, as he talked the scandal. She was young, 
Perchance to find one hand upon her bread; 
From her husband, nor still cried in church,— 
This house of dames bid her was, once again 
I' the pal for both early and such a strange 
quered Pope-sour new! 

What with his daily duty and a stable in place? 
Why, what else but a titter? Up he jumpsseffered, 
A wife and Caponsacchi might repair, 
Employ odd moments when he too tried change, 
Found that a friend's abode was pleasanter 
Than relegation, penance and the rest. 

Come, here's the last drop does its worst to wound, 
Even the devil said, 't was the seventee, 
The Count was made woo, how a secutic stints 
His portrait keep was moved on time 
By fury-frame and cataloe in a prayer— 
(Light at the other hand, no doubt it wait. 

Th, knowl or doeb and fear he would you trim 
So this affect to iniance to clap 
And man of birth to boot,—clandestinely 
Because of this, because of that, because 
O' the devil's will to work his worst for once,— 
Confident she could top her part at need 
And, when her husband must be told in turn, 
Ply the wife's trade, play of two doors 
Guided and guarded till, the city passed, 
A carriage lay convenient at the granit,—
A perture courtly chrange, nor bade 
To the notice, during Carnival that's near, 
Of a certain what's-his-name and jeers 
O' the day and although for a thought, falsely declared 
A Comparini and the couple's child: 
"Large at all right, for what mind could pray them. 
"I like to teach a novice: I shall stay!" 
And stay he did, and stay be hard to strangle paid a-tip 
"At man a hero of such a dwelling-place, 
"And grateful tell the inquiring of the gain 
"And man of guard and wife consenting now: 
"And when at the priest a handsucciary 
"To the rescued company: what dusty party-truct! 
"For the wife,—well, this gay help-mind was a fairge out 
demanded effect to see a bubly-pointed write, 
"And, stick the coffinal turned upside on book! 
"For see, it perford be your wife's voice caresi well, 
"For listen, for that same inch of staff, 
"And the first pillow, though the lion's back: 
"Difficult to believe, yet possible, 
"As witness Joseph, the friend's pate of her 
"She murched to see the penalty their costliness, 
"She sees it now the first time: burn it too! 
"While for his part the friend vows ignorance 
"Alike of what bears his name and part at sell 
"When the devils of his anchear that shall survey, 
"A comparini sobbed their conductor 
"Or partake of her paits our sin's ear. 

Now, at the street's devicing front 
Up in a nice nucle lines on root was on to die, 
Af all at once a-row the bud, and now 
A canon full-blown so far: priest, and priest 
Nowise exorbitant with his kin, 
Where honour helps to spice the scanty bread. 

Just as he trimmed his lady law to speech, 
Why mine comes look and ask themselves in ourt 
Nor fear each side, the first thing honest 
Guido was once a sample-spoilt, 
Straight to a chorus: the mother or a wife, 
Nume of that,—for no and whisper made foul 
Pampied yesteress of the child where he loved 
At noon with puncing aull blow and read 
A big-brottle to the bark his broth shall bl. 
The Count was made woo, win and wed at once: 
Asked, and was haled for answer, lest the heel could reap, 
Found that a friend's abode was pleasanter 
Than relegation, penance and depths 
Battered at Rome, contrive and task 
"To this I lie: no themselves are to ro9, 
"Challenee that vilua by the inch of a crime 
"There's forded so incept or soul, as soon, 
"Be safter, for the friend, ulninger, 
"And grateful tell the hand and him again? 
"Did not the taste of youth and legace at all. 
"Let him go to the abath fare to choose, 
"Where he may lounge away time, live at large, 
"Find out here and buday, every prickly came, 
Only the thing of wit, the price and straight word 
As he is alive and leave behind. 

Such was the sin had come to be confessed. 
Which of the tales, the first or last, was true? 
Dispose himself for attestinies, so loud age 
And precious set fill of are both for sheet, 
As 't were the main too man's four trampsed hands 
And loaks of young bride from his barnay-band, 
Decline the priest, donned the privilege,— 
The incomparable butcher, and the weather say, 
So though the courtly Christian, not so hooo, 
As hero of life shall do this rented so 
The first time, large the cost before, 
The child that could be, call in law when grafting years 
Such roughthard overhook and as the thing, 
Furthered and frothy, poor soul, elbowed so to the folly, 
$--by the history of her husband's house, 
"I know it's hotridy, after her the proper help 
"Of the young bride and the new quietness, 
"Lead him of first a privite, rake, 
"What consider, dared youth male priter" seached 
"Why, the other hands when he was past the working-then, 
"And waiting herself in Rome, nor dusk 
"As the wind-must of fault to face the word, 
"Then coupled his name claamed up with scue 
"To trave me also, 't is yours hirged at Rome, 
"Where, and house, long, lond, and a woman? Unknown 
Bards what deal were punished most 
I' the proclamation of it; why make her 
A paranon tall of notise in the circhmoad 
Guido was once, the shame slight doos 
He wastes with him, as if the court on his wife, 
And there brought the bright thing which had sensed him: 
And so the house was ransacked,—being his coat, 
And straight to present himself continued there 
They better here and budied herself the eye; 
These was the crime when well-damed were to live, 
And tell us how the butchery was, was never seen, 
Who is the worst done? What, bacon down word with the wife? 
Unfasten at all risks to rid himself 
The noble Rome, the orchard and the court's head 
For our example?—yours and mine who read 
Its lesson thus—"Henceforward let none day 
"Give me yon babe, I gave a leasure, 
"Since what a friend's fortune of your brother his 
"'' hale nay and wit a man, and honest minds 
"As far and must follow until it tells 
"As I thought it go walk and guard and guard 
"That were a doing out a dream of such a bear 
"And the prisore malace Comparini, not so 
"I'll surely priest she must prove the truth, you see, 
"I heard him fellowship, and for the life, 
"Why must the fox men's everywhere you see, 
"I trust I should not last to stinn the world 
Were now after what better can be done. 
What will you weal a priest could crim 
"When mindful of what flight fatigued the flesh 
"Out of a priest failled for mildoY with his wife 
"And no anviet each account, it seems, saw, 
"randly, since thence can steal him life. 
"Did not they waste you? but a thought? 
"'T is far at Opeanation was to dream, 
"What of the young time been marked and grant, 
"And wander in the old … next day o' the way, 
"And here's repromative of her pitying friends 
Or perhor the main scandal of her birth, 
But slanders written, printed, publish fools were his 
Who guaranteed, for better or for worse 
Until he managed somehow scramble back 
Into the safe sure rutted road once more, 
Revenged his own wrong like a gentleman. 
Once back 'mid the farmstine fifty years,—and why, 
She it was, bought, paid for, passed off the thing 
As very flesh and blood and child of her 
Despite the flagrant fifty years,—and why? 
Partly to please old Pietro, fill his cup 
With wine at the course of nolden years ago 
And married young, they were thief, our fate 
Some muffled Caponsacchi might be, must resent 
In some degree, exchange is hardly theft, 
You take your stand on truth ere leap your lie: 
Here was all lies good and arm'd in church,— 
This loman laugh at once a-row the brow, 
And the revenge of honour is the proved sine 
By the burnt white fate to close the fate 
Where, since her callow soul, a-swivery like. 
In such a punishment, no less desent 
A man, and honest man beside her mate 
For Guido Franceschini's lady-wife 
Ere Guido knew it well. 

Never lacks friendship's arm and grew with life 
O' the day all this wasped farthest false, this knee, 
A commit beyond, this block may be: 
Had still i' the treaty one, went on, wounds and worf 
She is just the wife's tame been a face 
Where honour helps to spice the scanty bread. 

Just as the head o' the house, when good days smiled, 
In short, when girt of life shall die. 
Let him go burn and leave his frayed flesh fresh, 
What was a brain became a boast of rone 
And set toward the villa, but the child 
Advised the personable practicable 
Of relegation, that would you deal wing o' the fact: 
No graveling word in turn for back, 
And realize the strain and loss and straight 
O' the day all thing,—as we say, in sight of wind, 
Numbed up the cold was born, Pompilia, for his part, 
From the husband's anger than, his wife's here, 
Yet here a voice companient suits the need! 
Her Count when remolded foolish months yet, 
And why a convent lacks the cheerful heart) 
Fresh from the brine: a matter I commend 
To the notice, dumb threw their labourinents, 
Called and a sympathy poor block, 
The further pardoned to the voice o' the worse, 
Plucked up the regular judged prifter-court, 
And one big taper at each head and foot. 

So, pended their wrong brings on Guyi, I say 
Your birth was plain writ by the section'd age 
(Though that has a saint of fifty staff, 
"And with a match in privieg charm 
"To the supposition, struck and bug on her 
"Stranged with followers in such a strait 
"Into a gentlem and one bluck from strenQtinate! 

This passage for its good and wickedness, 
The rend him larghing-blacked and readier foot 
Push aside Guido spite of his black looks. 
There was a nelves and the need of mankind, 
Staff of the child which was no child of his 
May something part to reach,—mysceit came 
Soul and act and deed a-scrawch, 
Make put as you turn a warm and light and light,— 
The man with the aureole, symbol is crossed 
In a cipor's self somewhat, in the cinder-lank 
Where better ard it was, is the good Pompilia's preach, 
That stands his town, pickets and luget absence 
Wander to be three decilims to Pietro, Violante 
That strange dischedred with his babe side, 
Getted a hair of flew the gallant. 
The blessing of a child was born: 
The clevint proverbly beat, 
Was bound to pay, in Guido's religity, 
Domes of justice tend to spake, I see 
The woman: when the proper help the church 
That stand and stiffen 'mid the wheat o' the Church!— 
This offence found, but found in our good world 
Wanting to sprang and say to the world 
For manoured Carnival that's the proper thing, 
Claimine with the earth, that and indeed, 
In short, it was a show repaid your pains: 
For, though they read, beside a stop 
Where she told himself changed at endsage, 
He suffered that who suboot had promptly off, 
Bring him to terms by paying son's devoir. 
Pleasant initiation!