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[ 11 ] Bronze by gold heard the hoofirons , steelyringing . Imperthnthn thnthnthn . Chips , picking chips off rocky thumbnail , chips . Horrid ! And gold flushed more . A husky fifenote blew . Blew . Blue bloom is on the . Goldpinnacled hair . A jumping rose on satiny breast of satin , rose of Castile . Trilling , trilling : Idolores . Peep ! Who’s in the . . . peepofgold ? Tink cried to bronze in pity . And a call , pure , long and throbbing . Longindying call . Decoy . Soft word . But look : the bright stars fade . Notes chirruping answer . O rose ! Castile . The morn is breaking . Jingle jingle jaunted jingling . Coin rang . Clock clacked . Avowal . Sonnez . I could . Rebound of garter . Not leave thee . Smack . La cloche ! Thigh smack . Avowal . Warm . Sweetheart , goodbye ! Jingle . Bloo . Boomed crashing chords . When love absorbs . War ! War ! The tympanum . A sail ! A veil awave upon the waves . Lost . Throstle fluted . All is lost now . Horn . Hawhorn . When first he saw . Alas ! Full tup . Full throb . Warbling . Ah , lure ! Alluring . Martha ! Come ! Clapclap . Clipclap . Clappyclap . Goodgod henev erheard inall . Deaf bald Pat brought pad knife took up . A moonlit nightcall : far , far . I feel so sad . P . S . So lonely blooming . Listen ! The spiked and winding cold seahorn . Have you the ? Each , and for other , plash and silent roar . Pearls : when she . Liszt’s rhapsodies . Hissss . You don’t ? Did not : no , no : believe : Lidlyd . With a cock with a carra . Black . Deepsounding . Do , Ben , do . Wait while you wait . Hee hee . Wait while you hee . But wait ! Low in dark middle earth . Embedded ore . Naminedamine . Preacher is he : All gone . All fallen . Tiny , her tremulous fernfoils of maidenhair . Amen ! He gnashed in fury . Fro . To , fro . A baton cool protruding . Bronzelydia by Minagold . By bronze , by gold , in oceangreen of shadow . Bloom . Old Bloom . One rapped , one tapped , with a carra , with a cock . Pray for him ! Pray , good people ! His gouty fingers nakkering . Big Benaben . Big Benben . Last rose Castile of summer left bloom I feel so sad alone . Pwee ! Little wind piped wee . True men . Lid Ker Cow De and Doll . Ay , ay . Like you men . Will lift your tschink with tschunk . Fff ! Oo ! Where bronze from anear ? Where gold from afar ? Where hoofs ? Rrrpr . Kraa . Kraandl . Then not till then . My eppripfftaph . Be pfrwritt . Done . Begin ! Bronze by gold , miss Douce’s head by miss Kennedy’s head , over the crossblind of the Ormond bar heard the viceregal hoofs go by , ringing steel . — Is that her ? asked miss Kennedy . Miss Douce said yes , sitting with his ex , pearl grey and eau de Nil . — Exquisite contrast , miss Kennedy said . When all agog miss Douce said eagerly : — Look at the fellow in the tall silk . — Who ? Where ? gold asked more eagerly . — In the second carriage , miss Douce’s wet lips said , laughing in the sun .
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