shieling, it is, De Rore Coeli. And so the poor Gripes got wrong; | 1 |
for that is always how a Gripes is, always was and always will be. | 2 |
And it was never so thoughtful of either of them. And there were | 3 |
left now an only elmtree and but a stone. Polled with pietrous, | 4 |
Sierre but saule. O! Yes! And Nuvoletta, a lass. | 5 |
    Then Nuvoletta reflected for the last time in her little long life | 6 |
and she made up all her myriads of drifting minds in one. She | 7 |
cancelled all her engauzements. She climbed over the bannistars; | 8 |
she gave a childy cloudy cry: Nuée! Nuée! A lightdress fluttered. | 9 |
She was gone. And into the river that had been a stream (for a | 10 |
thousand of tears had gone eon her and come on her and she was | 11 |
stout and struck on dancing and her muddied name was Missis- | 12 |
liffi) there fell a tear, a singult tear, the loveliest of all tears (I | 13 |
mean for those crylove fables fans who are 'keen' on the pretty- | 14 |
pretty commonface sort of thing you meet by hopeharrods) for it | 15 |
was a leaptear. But the river tripped on her by and by, lapping | 16 |
as though her heart was brook: Why, why, why! Weh, O weh! | 17 |
I'se so silly to be flowing but I no canna stay! | 18 |
    No applause, please! Bast! The romescot nattleshaker will go | 19 |
round your circulation in diu dursus. | 20 |
    Allaboy, Major, I'll take your reactions in another place after | 21 |
themes. Nolan Browne, you may now leave the classroom. Joe | 22 |
Peters, Fox. | 23 |
    As I have now successfully explained to you my own natural- | 24 |
born rations which are even in excise of my vaultybrain insure | 25 |
me that I am a mouth's more deserving case by genius. I feel in | 26 |
symbathos for my ever devoted friend and halfaloafonwashed, | 27 |
Gnaccus Gnoccovitch. Darling gem! Darling smallfox! Horose- | 28 |
shoew! I could love that man like my own ambo for being so | 29 |
baileycliaver though he's a nawful curillass and I must slav to | 30 |
methodiousness. I want him to go and live like a theabild in | 31 |
charge of the night brigade on Tristan da Cunha, isle of man- | 32 |
overboard, where he'll make Number 106 and be near Inacces- | 33 |
sible. (The meeting of mahoganies, be the waves, rementious | 34 |
me that this exposed sight though it pines for an umbrella of its | 35 |
own and needs a shelter belt of the true service sort to keep its | 36 |