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.