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like a woman, lo,you there, Cathmon-Carbery, and thank Movies | like a woman, lo,you there, Cathmon-Carbery, and thank Movies | ||
from the innermost depths of my still attrite heart,Wherein | from the innermost depths of my still attrite heart,Wherein | ||
| − | the days of youyouth are evermixed mimine, now ere the comp- | + | the days of youyouth are evermixed mimine, now ere the [[compline hour|comp]]- |
| − | line hour of being alone athands itself and a puff or so before | + | [[compline hour|line hour]] of being [[alone athands itself]] and a puff or so before |
| − | we yield our spiritus to the wind, for (though that royal one | + | we [[yield our spiritus to the wind]], for (though that royal one |
has not yet drunk a gouttelette from his consummation and the | has not yet drunk a gouttelette from his consummation and the | ||
| − | [[ flowerpot on the pole]], the spaniel pack and their quarry, retainers | + | [[flowerpot on the pole]], the spaniel pack and their quarry, retainers |
and the public house proprietor have not budged a millimetre | and the public house proprietor have not budged a millimetre | ||
and all that has been done has yet to be done and done again, | and all that has been done has yet to be done and done again, | ||
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blasted tree of the knowledge of beautiful andevil, ay, clothed | blasted tree of the knowledge of beautiful andevil, ay, clothed | ||
upon with the metuor and shimmering like the horescens, astro- | upon with the metuor and shimmering like the horescens, astro- | ||
| − | glodynamonologos, the child of Nilfit's father, blzb, to me | + | [[glodynamonologos]], the child of Nilfit's father, blzb, to me |
unseen blusher in an obscene coalhole, the cubilibum of your | unseen blusher in an obscene coalhole, the cubilibum of your | ||
secret sigh, dweller in the downandoutermost where voice only | secret sigh, dweller in the downandoutermost where voice only | ||
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oldfashioned mummy, little wonderful mummy, ducking under | oldfashioned mummy, little wonderful mummy, ducking under | ||
bridges, bellhopping the weirs, dodging by a bit of bog, rapid- | bridges, bellhopping the weirs, dodging by a bit of bog, rapid- | ||
| − | shooting round the bends, by Tallaght's green hills and the | + | shooting round the bends, by [[Tallaght's]] green hills and the |
pools of the phooka and a place they call it Blessington and | pools of the phooka and a place they call it Blessington and | ||
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bewailing like a man that innocence which I could not defend like a woman, lo,you there, Cathmon-Carbery, and thank Movies from the innermost depths of my still attrite heart,Wherein the days of youyouth are evermixed mimine, now ere the comp- line hour of being alone athands itself and a puff or so before we yield our spiritus to the wind, for (though that royal one has not yet drunk a gouttelette from his consummation and the flowerpot on the pole, the spaniel pack and their quarry, retainers and the public house proprietor have not budged a millimetre and all that has been done has yet to be done and done again, when's day's woe, and lo, you're doomed, joyday dawns and, la, you dominate) it is to you, firstborn and firstfruit of woe, to me, branded sheep, pick of the wasterpaperbaskel, by the tremours of Thundery and Ulerin's dogstar, you alone, wind- blasted tree of the knowledge of beautiful andevil, ay, clothed upon with the metuor and shimmering like the horescens, astro- glodynamonologos, the child of Nilfit's father, blzb, to me unseen blusher in an obscene coalhole, the cubilibum of your secret sigh, dweller in the downandoutermost where voice only of the dead may come, because ye left from me, because ye laughed on me, because, O me lonly son, ye are forgetting me!, that our turfbrown mummy is acoming, alpilla, beltilla, ciltilla, deltilla, running with her tidings, old the news of the great big world, sonnies had a scrap, woewoewoe! bab's baby walks at seven months, waywayway ! bride leaves her raid at Punchestime, stud stoned before a racecourseful, two belles that make the one appeal, dry yanks will visit old sod, and fourtiered skirts are up, mesdames, while Parimiknie wears popular short legs, and twelve hows to mix a tipsy wake, did ye hear, colt Cooney? did ye ever, filly Fortescue? with a beck, with a spring, all her rillringlets shaking, rocks drops in her tachie, tramtokens in her hair, all waived to a point and then all inuendation, little oldfashioned mummy, little wonderful mummy, ducking under bridges, bellhopping the weirs, dodging by a bit of bog, rapid- shooting round the bends, by Tallaght's green hills and the pools of the phooka and a place they call it Blessington and
