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from under her [[mistlethrush]] and kissing and listening, in the good | from under her [[mistlethrush]] and kissing and listening, in the good | ||
old bygone days of [[Dion Boucicault]], [[the elder]], in [[Arrah-na-poghue|Arrah-na-]] | old bygone days of [[Dion Boucicault]], [[the elder]], in [[Arrah-na-poghue|Arrah-na-]] | ||
| − | [[Arrah-na-poghue|pogue]], in the [[otherworld]]of the [[passing of the key of Two-tongue Common|passing of the key of Two-]] | + | [[Arrah-na-poghue|pogue]], in the [[otherworld]] of the [[passing of the key of Two-tongue Common|passing of the key of Two-]] |
| − | [[passing of the key of Two-tongue Common|tongue Common]], with Nush, the carrier of the word, and with | + | [[passing of the key of Two-tongue Common|tongue Common]], with [[Nush, the carrier of the word]], and with |
| − | Mesh, the cutter of the reed, in one of the farback, pitchblack | + | [[Mesh, the cutter of the reed]], in one of the farback, pitchblack |
centuries when who made the world, when they knew O'Clery, | centuries when who made the world, when they knew O'Clery, | ||
the man on the door, when they were all four collegians on the | the man on the door, when they were all four collegians on the | ||
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she let a cough, gave her firm order, if he wouldn't please mind, | she let a cough, gave her firm order, if he wouldn't please mind, | ||
for a sings to one hope a dozen of the best favourite lyrical | for a sings to one hope a dozen of the best favourite lyrical | ||
| − | national blooms in Luvillicit, though not too much, reflecting on | + | national blooms in [[Luvillicit]], though not too much, reflecting on |
the situation, drinking in draughts of purest air serene and re- | the situation, drinking in draughts of purest air serene and re- | ||
velling in the great outdoors, before the four of them, in the fair | velling in the great outdoors, before the four of them, in the fair | ||
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bowed his crusted hoed and Tilly the Tailor's Tugged a Tar in the | bowed his crusted hoed and Tilly the Tailor's Tugged a Tar in the | ||
Arctic Newses Dagsdogs number and there they were, like a | Arctic Newses Dagsdogs number and there they were, like a | ||
| − | foremasters in the rolls, listening, to Rolando's deepen darblun | + | foremasters in the rolls, listening, to [[Rolando]]'s deepen darblun |
| − | Ossian roll, (Lady, it was just too gorgeous, that expense of a | + | [[Ossian]] roll, (Lady, it was just too gorgeous, that expense of a |
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cuddling and kiddling her, after an oyster supper in Cullen's barn, from under her mistlethrush and kissing and listening, in the good old bygone days of Dion Boucicault, the elder, in Arrah-na- pogue, in the otherworld of the passing of the key of Two- tongue Common, with Nush, the carrier of the word, and with Mesh, the cutter of the reed, in one of the farback, pitchblack centuries when who made the world, when they knew O'Clery, the man on the door, when they were all four collegians on the nod, neer the Nodderlands Nurskery, whiteboys and oakboys, peep of tim boys and piping tom boys, raising hell while the sin was shining, with their slates and satchels, playing Florian's fables and communic suctions and vellicar frictions with mixum mem- bers, in the Queen's Ultonian colleges, along with another fellow, a prime number, Totius Quotius, and paying a pot of tribluts to Boris O'Brien, the buttler of Clumpthump, two looves, two turnovers plus (one) crown, to see the mad dane ating his vitals. Wulf! Wulf! And throwing his tongue in the snakepit. Ah ho! The ladies have mercias! It brought the dear prehistoric scenes all back again, as fresh as of yore, Matt and Marcus, natu- ral born lovers of nature, in all her moves and senses, and after that now there he was, that mouth of mandibles, vowed to pure beauty, and his Arrah-na-poghue, when she murmurously, after she let a cough, gave her firm order, if he wouldn't please mind, for a sings to one hope a dozen of the best favourite lyrical national blooms in Luvillicit, though not too much, reflecting on the situation, drinking in draughts of purest air serene and re- velling in the great outdoors, before the four of them, in the fair fine night, whilst the stars shine bright, by she light of he moon, we longed to be spoon, before her honeyoldloom, the plaint effect being in point of fact there being in the whole, a seatuition so shocking and scandalous and now, thank God, there were no more of them and he poghuing and poghuing like the Moreigner bowed his crusted hoed and Tilly the Tailor's Tugged a Tar in the Arctic Newses Dagsdogs number and there they were, like a foremasters in the rolls, listening, to Rolando's deepen darblun Ossian roll, (Lady, it was just too gorgeous, that expense of a
