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Danabrog (Cunnig's great! Soll leve! Soll leve!): with mare's
greese cressets at Leonard's and Dunphy's and Madonna lan-
thorns before quintacasas and tallonkindles spearhead syngeing
nickendbookers and mhutton lightburnes dipdippingdownes in
blackholes, the tapers of the topers and his buntingpall at hoist:
for days there was no night for nights were days and our folk had
rest from Blackheathen and the pagans from the prince of pacis:
what was trembling sod quaked no more, what were frozen loins
were stirred and lived: gone the septuor, dark deadly dismal dole-
ful desolate dreadful desperate, no more the tolvmaans, bloody
gloomy hideous fearful furious alarming terrible mournful
sorrowful frightful appalling: peace, perfect peace: and I hung up
at Yule my duindleeng lunas, helphelped of Kettil Flashnose, for
the souperhore of my frigid one, coloumba mea, frimosa mea, in
Wastewindy tarred strate and Elgin's marble halles lamping
limp from black to block, through all Livania's volted ampire,
from anodes to cathodes and from the topazolites of Mourne,
Wykinloeflare, by Arklow's sapphire siomen's lure and Wexter-
ford's hook and crook lights to the polders of Hy Kinsella:
avenyue ceen my peurls ahumming, the crown to my estuarine
munipicence?: three firths of the sea I swept with draughtness
and all ennempties I bottled em up in bellomport: when I stab-
marooned jack and maturin I was a bad boy's bogey but it was
when I went on to sankt piotersbarq that they gave my devil his
dues: what is seizer can hack in the old wold a sawyer may hew
in the green: on the island of Breasil the wildth of me perished
and I took my plowshure sadly, feeling pity for me sored: where
bold O'Connee weds on Alta Mahar, the tawny sprawling beside
that silver burn, I sate me and settled with the little crither of my
hearth: her intellects I charmed with I calle them utile thoughts,
her turlyhyde I plumped with potatums for amiens pease in
plenty: my biblous beadells shewed her triumphs of craftygild
pageantries, loftust Adam, duffed our cousterclother, Conn and
Owel with cortoppled baskib, Sire Noeh Guinnass, exposant of
his bargeness and Lord Joe Starr to hump the body of the camell:
I screwed the Emperor down with ninepins gaelic with sixpenny-