Honour commercio's energy yet aid the |2luckless linkless2| proud this ernst of |2Allfools |aAllfoods Allsapsa|2| ale hailaday of roaring |2month. month with its 2 lunar eclipses and 3 saturnine settings.2|.
In theses placies sojournamous, where Eblinn water, leased of carr and fen, leaving amont her shoals and |2salmonsprings |asalmonkvilds
|bsalmonbounds salmonbrowseb|a|2|, windeth to her broads. A phantom city
|2phaked2| of philim pholk, bowd and soled for a four of hundreds of manhood in their three and threescore fylkers for a price partitional of twenty six and six.
|2LM172| By this
|2riverside, on this riverside ofº our2| sunnybank, how buona the vista, by Santa Rosa! Afield of May, the very vale of spring. Orchards here are lodged: sainted laurels evremberried: you have a hoig view ashwald, aglen of marrons and of thorns: Gleannaulinn, Ardeevin, purty glint and plaising height. This Norman court at boundary of the ville, yon |2ivied |amantled festooneda|2| tower of a church of Ereland with our king's house
of stone, belgroved of mulbrey, all is for the retrospectioner. Sweet some as auburn cometh up as a selfreizing flower that fragolance of the fraisey beds: the phoenix, his pyre, is still flaming away with true Pratt spirit: the wren his nest is niedelig, as the turrises of the Sabines are televisible. There is the cottage and the bungalow for the cobbeler and the brandnewburgher, but |2Isolde Izolde2|, her |2chaplet2| gardens|2, LM18 |aan litlee place af liefest poseºa| arride the wimmerfulº wonders off, the winnerful wonnerfulº wanders off,2| with ivy hedges and hollywood and bowers of mistletoe, are for the |2fairhaired blithehaired2| daughter of |2Aengus Aengoisse2|. All out of two barreny old perishers wone tabard, wine tap and warm tavern and|2, by ribbon development,2| only two million two hundred and eighty thousand nine hundred and sixty radiolumin lines to the wuestworts of |2a Finntown'sº2| generous poet's office. Distorted mirrage, aloofliest of the plain, wherein the
boxomness of the bedelias makes hubbyhodge |2LM20º2| happy in his hole. Rivapool? Hod a brieck on it. But its piers eerie, its span spooky, its toll but a till, its parapets all |2peripatetic peripateting2|,
D'Oblong's by his by. Which we all pass. Pons. In our snoo. Znore. While we hitherward the thither. Schein. Shore. |2And so above the murk of mythelated in the barbelow one ascends to the musingroom of three nursery minds.2|