or, when I'd like own company best, with the help of a norange and bear, to be reclined by the lasher on my logansome, my g.b.d. in my f.a.c.e., solfanelly in my shellyholders and lov'd latakia, the benuvolent, for my nosethrills, with the … [Leer más...]
450.02-08 Si vacas: bucólica; si pastores: pastoril, si peces: Piscatoria
What wouldn't I poach -- the rent in my river- side, my otther shoes, my beavery, honest! -- ay, and melt my belt for a dace feast of grannom with the finny ones, those happy greppies in their minnowahaw, flashing down the swansway, leaps … [Leer más...]
449.34-450.02 Podría quedarme allí sentado hasta que…
till I'd followed through my upfielded neviewscope the rugaby moon cumuliously godrolling himself westasleep amuckst the cloudscrums for to watch how carefully my nocturnal goose- mother would lay her new golden sheegg for me down under … [Leer más...]
449.26-34 sentado, de noche, junto al río
I could sit on safe side till the bark of Saint Grouseus for hoopoe's hours, till heoll's hoerrisings, laughing lazy at the sheep's lightning and turn a wida- most ear dreamily to the drummling of snipers, hearing the … [Leer más...]