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embraced between them. Else I'd have sprinkled and folded them | embraced between them. Else I'd have sprinkled and folded them | ||
only. And I'll tie my butcher's apron here. It's suety yet. The | only. And I'll tie my butcher's apron here. It's suety yet. The | ||
| − | strollers will pass it by. [[ | + | strollers will pass it by. [[6,10,9,1,12,1|Six shifts, ten kerchiefs, nine to hold to]] |
| − | + | [[6,10,9,1,12,1|the fire and this for the code, the convent napkins, twelve, one]] | |
| − | [[ | + | [[6,10,9,1,12,1|baby's shawl]]. Good mother Jossiph knows, she said. Whose |
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head? Mutter snores? Deataceas! [[Wharnow]] are [[alle]] her childer, | head? Mutter snores? Deataceas! [[Wharnow]] are [[alle]] her childer, | ||
say? In kingdome gone or power to come or gloria be to them | say? In kingdome gone or power to come or gloria be to them | ||
Revision as of 18:04, 12 January 2006
Dichter and Lefanu (Sheridan's) old House by the Coachyard and Mill (J.) On Woman with Ditto on the Floss. Ja, a swamp for Alt- muehler and a stone for his flossies ! I know how racy they move his wheel. My hands are blawcauld between isker and suda like that piece of pattern chayney there, lying below. Or where is it? Lying beside the sedge I saw it. Hoangho, my sorrow, I've lost it! Aimihi! With that turbary water who could see? So near and yet so far! But O, gihon! I lovat a gabber. I could listen to maure and moravar again. Regn onder river. Flies do your float. Thick is the life for mere. Well, you know or don't you kennet or haven't I told you every telling has a taling and that's the he and the she of it. Look, look, the dusk is growing! My branches lofty are taking root. And my cold cher's gone ashley. Fieluhr? Filou! What age is at? It saon is late. 'Tis endless now senne eye or erewone last saw Waterhouse's clogh. They took it asunder, I hurd thum sigh. When will they reassemble it? O, my back, my back, my bach! I'd want to go to Aches-les-Pains. Pingpong! There's the Belle for Sexaloitez! And Concepta de Send-us-pray! Pang! Wring out the clothes! Wring in the dew! Godavari, vert the showers! And grant thaya grace! Aman. Will we spread them here now? Ay, we will. Flip ! Spread on your bank and I'll spread mine on mine. Flep! It's what I'm doing. Spread ! It's churning chill. Der went is rising. I'll lay a few stones on the hostel sheets. A man and his bride embraced between them. Else I'd have sprinkled and folded them only. And I'll tie my butcher's apron here. It's suety yet. The strollers will pass it by. Six shifts, ten kerchiefs, nine to hold to the fire and this for the code, the convent napkins, twelve, one baby's shawl. Good mother Jossiph knows, she said. Whose head? Mutter snores? Deataceas! Wharnow are alle her childer, say? In kingdome gone or power to come or gloria be to them farther? Allalivial, allalluvial! Some here, more no more, more again lost alla stranger. I've heard tell that same brooch of the Shannons was married into a family in Spain. And all the Dun- ders de Dunnes in Markland's Vineland beyond Brendan's herring pool takes number nine in yangsee's hats. And one of Biddy's
