| his cornerwall melking mark so murry, the queen was steep in | 1 |
| armbour feeling fain and furry, the mayds was midst the haw- | 2 |
| thorns shoeing up their hose, out pimps the back guards (pomp!) | 3 |
| and pump gun they goes; to all his foretellers he reared a stone | 4 |
| and for all his comethers he planted a tree; forty acres, sixty miles, | 5 |
| white stripe, red stripe, washes his fleet in annacrwatter; whou | 6 |
| missed a porter so whot shall he do for he wanted to sit for | 7 |
| Pimploco but they've caught him to stand for Sue?; Dutchlord, | 8 |
| Dutchlord, overawes us; Headmound, king and martyr, dunstung | 9 |
| in the Yeast, Pitre-le-Pore-in Petrin, Barth-the-Grete-by-the- | 10 |
| Exchange; he hestens towards dames troth and wedding hand | 11 |
| like the prince of Orange and Nassau while he has trinity left | 12 |
| behind him like Bowlbeggar Bill-the-Bustonly; brow of a hazel- | 13 |
| wood, pool in the dark; changes blowicks into bullocks and a | 14 |
| well of Artesia into a bird of Arabia; the handwriting on his | 15 |
| facewall, the cryptoconchoidsiphonostomata in his exprussians; | 16 |
| his birthspot lies beyond the herospont and his burialplot in the | 17 |
| pleasant little field; is the yldist kiosk on the pleninsula and the | 18 |
| unguest hostel in Saint Scholarland; walked many hundreds and | 19 |
| many score miles of streets and lit thousands in one nightlights | 20 |
| in hectares of windows; his great wide cloak lies on fifteen acres | 21 |
| and his little white horse decks by dozens our doors; O sorrow | 22 |
| the sail and woe the rudder that were set for Mairie Quai!; his | 23 |
| suns the huns, his dartars the tartars, are plenty here today; who | 24 |
| repulsed from his burst the bombolts of Ostenton and falchioned | 25 |
| each flash downsaduck in the deep; apersonal problem, a loca- | 26 |
| tive enigma; upright one, vehicule of arcanisation in the field, | 27 |
| lying chap, floodsupplier of celiculation through ebblanes; a part | 28 |
| of the whole as a port for a whale; Dear Hewitt Castello, Equerry, | 29 |
| were daylighted with our outing and are looking backwards to | 30 |
| unearly summers, from Rhoda Dundrums; is above the seedfruit | 31 |
| level and outside the leguminiferous zone; when older links lock | 32 |
| older hearts then he'll resemble she; can be built with glue and | 33 |
| clippings, scrawled or voided on a buttress; the night express | 34 |
| sings his story, the song of sparrownotes on his stave of wires; | 35 |
| he crawls with lice, he swarms with saggarts; is as quiet as a | 36 |