A COOKING EGG

A COOKING EGG

En l’an trentiesme de mon aageQue toutes mes hontes j’ay beues...

En l’an trentiesme de mon aageQue toutes mes hontes j’ay beues...

En l’an trentiesme de mon aageQue toutes mes hontes j’ay beues...

En l’an trentiesme de mon aage

Que toutes mes hontes j’ay beues...

Pipitsate upright in her chairSome distance from where I was sitting;Views of the Oxford CollegesLay on the table with the knitting.Daguerrotypes and silhouettes,Her grandfather and great great aunts,Supported on the mantelpieceAnInvitation to the Dance.

Pipitsate upright in her chairSome distance from where I was sitting;Views of the Oxford CollegesLay on the table with the knitting.Daguerrotypes and silhouettes,Her grandfather and great great aunts,Supported on the mantelpieceAnInvitation to the Dance.

Pipitsate upright in her chairSome distance from where I was sitting;Views of the Oxford CollegesLay on the table with the knitting.

Pipitsate upright in her chair

Some distance from where I was sitting;

Views of the Oxford Colleges

Lay on the table with the knitting.

Daguerrotypes and silhouettes,Her grandfather and great great aunts,Supported on the mantelpieceAnInvitation to the Dance.

Daguerrotypes and silhouettes,

Her grandfather and great great aunts,

Supported on the mantelpiece

AnInvitation to the Dance.

I shall not want Honour in HeavenFor I shall meet Sir Philip SidneyAnd have talk with CoriolanusAnd other heroes of that kidney.I shall not want Capital in HeavenFor I shall meet Sir Alfred Mond:We two shall lie together, laptIn a five per cent Exchequer Bond.I shall not want Society in HeavenLucretia Borgia shall be my Bride;Her anecdotes will be more amusingThan Pipit’s experience could provide.I shall not want Pipit in Heaven:Madame Blavatsky will instruct meIn the seven Sacred Trances;Piccarda de’ Donati will conduct me....

I shall not want Honour in HeavenFor I shall meet Sir Philip SidneyAnd have talk with CoriolanusAnd other heroes of that kidney.I shall not want Capital in HeavenFor I shall meet Sir Alfred Mond:We two shall lie together, laptIn a five per cent Exchequer Bond.I shall not want Society in HeavenLucretia Borgia shall be my Bride;Her anecdotes will be more amusingThan Pipit’s experience could provide.I shall not want Pipit in Heaven:Madame Blavatsky will instruct meIn the seven Sacred Trances;Piccarda de’ Donati will conduct me....

I shall not want Honour in HeavenFor I shall meet Sir Philip SidneyAnd have talk with CoriolanusAnd other heroes of that kidney.

I shall not want Honour in Heaven

For I shall meet Sir Philip Sidney

And have talk with Coriolanus

And other heroes of that kidney.

I shall not want Capital in HeavenFor I shall meet Sir Alfred Mond:We two shall lie together, laptIn a five per cent Exchequer Bond.

I shall not want Capital in Heaven

For I shall meet Sir Alfred Mond:

We two shall lie together, lapt

In a five per cent Exchequer Bond.

I shall not want Society in HeavenLucretia Borgia shall be my Bride;Her anecdotes will be more amusingThan Pipit’s experience could provide.

I shall not want Society in Heaven

Lucretia Borgia shall be my Bride;

Her anecdotes will be more amusing

Than Pipit’s experience could provide.

I shall not want Pipit in Heaven:Madame Blavatsky will instruct meIn the seven Sacred Trances;Piccarda de’ Donati will conduct me....

I shall not want Pipit in Heaven:

Madame Blavatsky will instruct me

In the seven Sacred Trances;

Piccarda de’ Donati will conduct me....

But where is the penny world I boughtTo eat with Pipit behind the screen?The red-eyed scavengers are creepingFrom Kentish Town and Golder’s Green;Where are the eagles and the trumpets?Buried beneath some snow-deep Alps.Over buttered scones and crumpetsWeeping, weeping multitudesDroop in a hundred A. B. C.’s.

But where is the penny world I boughtTo eat with Pipit behind the screen?The red-eyed scavengers are creepingFrom Kentish Town and Golder’s Green;Where are the eagles and the trumpets?Buried beneath some snow-deep Alps.Over buttered scones and crumpetsWeeping, weeping multitudesDroop in a hundred A. B. C.’s.

But where is the penny world I boughtTo eat with Pipit behind the screen?The red-eyed scavengers are creepingFrom Kentish Town and Golder’s Green;

But where is the penny world I bought

To eat with Pipit behind the screen?

The red-eyed scavengers are creeping

From Kentish Town and Golder’s Green;

Where are the eagles and the trumpets?

Where are the eagles and the trumpets?

Buried beneath some snow-deep Alps.Over buttered scones and crumpetsWeeping, weeping multitudesDroop in a hundred A. B. C.’s.

Buried beneath some snow-deep Alps.

Over buttered scones and crumpets

Weeping, weeping multitudes

Droop in a hundred A. B. C.’s.


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