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be his mausoleum (O'dan stod tillsteyne at meisies aye skould | be his mausoleum (O'dan stod tillsteyne at meisies aye skould | ||
show pon) while olover his exculpatory features, as Roland rung, | show pon) while olover his exculpatory features, as Roland rung, | ||
| − | [[a wee dropeen]] of grief about to sillonise his jouejous, the ghost | + | [[a wee dropeen]] of grief about to sillonise his [[jouejous]], the ghost |
of resignation diffused a [[spectral]] appealingness, as a young man's | of resignation diffused a [[spectral]] appealingness, as a young man's | ||
drown o'er the fate of his waters may gloat, similar in origin and | drown o'er the fate of his waters may gloat, similar in origin and | ||
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bawl, the copycus's description of that fellowcommuter's play upon countenants, could simply imagine themselves in their bo- som's inmost core, as pro tem locums, timesported acorss the yawn- ing (abyss), as once they were seasiders, listening to the cockshy- shooter's evensong evocation of the doomed but always ventri- loquent Agitator, (nonot more plangorpound the billows o'er Thounawahallya Reef!) silkhouatted, a whallrhosmightiadd, a- ginsst the dusk of skumring, (would that fane be Saint Muezzin's calling — holy places! — and this fez brimless as brow of faithful toucher of the ground, did wish it were — blessed be the bones! — the ghazi, power of his sword.) his manslayer's gunwielder protended towards that overgrown leadpencil which was soon, monumentally at least, to rise as Molyvdokondylon to, to be, to be his mausoleum (O'dan stod tillsteyne at meisies aye skould show pon) while olover his exculpatory features, as Roland rung, a wee dropeen of grief about to sillonise his jouejous, the ghost of resignation diffused a spectral appealingness, as a young man's drown o'er the fate of his waters may gloat, similar in origin and akkurat in effective to a beam of sunshine upon a coffin plate. Not olderwise Inn the days of the Bygning would our Travel- ler remote, unfriended, from van Demon's Land, some lazy skald or maundering pote, lift wearywilly his slowcut snobsic eyes to the semisigns of his zooteac and lengthily lingering along flaskneck, cracket cup, downtrodden brogue, turfsod, wild- broom, cabbageblad, stockfisch, longingly learn that there at the Angel were herberged for him poteen and tea and praties and baccy and wine width woman wordth warbling: and informally quasi-begin to presquesm'ile to queasithin' (Nonsense! There was not very much windy Nous blowing at the given moment through the hat of Mr Melancholy Slow!) But in the pragma what formal cause made a smile of that to- think? Who was he to whom? (O'Breen's not his name nor the brown one his maid.) Whose are the placewheres? Kiwasti, kis- ker, kither, kitnabudja? Tal the tem of the tumulum. Giv the gav of the grube. Be it cudgelplayers' country, orfishfellows' town or leeklickers' land or panbpanungopovengreskey. What regnans
