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the watchful [[treachers]] at his wake, and [[theirs to stay]]. [[Fooi]], fooi, | the watchful [[treachers]] at his wake, and [[theirs to stay]]. [[Fooi]], fooi, | ||
[[chamermissies]]! Zeepyzoepy, larcenlads! [[Zijn]]zijn [[Zijn]]zijn! It may | [[chamermissies]]! Zeepyzoepy, larcenlads! [[Zijn]]zijn [[Zijn]]zijn! It may | ||
− | be, we [[moest ons hasten]] selves te declareer it, that he reglimmed? | + | be, we [[moest ons hasten]] selves te declareer it, that he [[reglimmed]]? |
presaw? the fields of heat and yields of wheat where corngold | presaw? the fields of heat and yields of wheat where corngold | ||
Ysit? [[shamed and shone]]. It may be, we habben to upseek a bitty | Ysit? [[shamed and shone]]. It may be, we habben to upseek a bitty |
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As the lion in our teargarten remembers the nenuphars of his Nile (shall Ariuz forget Arioun or Boghas the baregams of the Marmarazalles from Marmeniere?) it may be, tots wearsense full a naggin in twentyg have sigilposted what in our brievingbust, the besieged bedreamt him stil and solely of those lililiths un- deveiled which had undone him, gone for age, and knew not the watchful treachers at his wake, and theirs to stay. Fooi, fooi, chamermissies! Zeepyzoepy, larcenlads! Zijnzijn Zijnzijn! It may be, we moest ons hasten selves te declareer it, that he reglimmed? presaw? the fields of heat and yields of wheat where corngold Ysit? shamed and shone. It may be, we habben to upseek a bitty door our good township's courants want we knew't, that with his deepseeing insight (had not wishing oftebeen but good time wasted), within his patriarchal shamanah, broadsteyne 'bove citie (Twillby! Twillby!) he conscious of enemies, a kingbilly white- horsed in a Finglas mill, prayed, as he sat on anxious seat, (kunt ye neat gift mey toe bout a peer saft eyballds!) during that three and a hellof hours' agony of silence, ex profundis malorum, and bred with unfeigned charity that his wordwounder (an engles to the teeth who, nomened Nash of Girahash,would go anyold where in the weeping world on his mottled belly (the rab, the kreepons- kneed!) for milk, music or married missusses) might,mercy to providential benevolence's who hates prudencies' astuteness, un- fold into the first of a distinguished dynasty of his posteriors,