. Carols of Cockayne. 8i No. 2. EPITA, my paragon, bright star of Arragon ;Listen, dear, listen ; your Cristobal my cot that lies buried a short wayfrom LeridaLove and a diligence lent me their as a falcon I flew to thy balcony. (Is it bronchitis ? I cant sing a bar.)Greet not with merriment Loves first experi-ment ;Listen, Pepita! I ve brought my catarrh Manuel the matador may, like a flat, adore Donna Dolores : I pity his choice,For they say that her governor lets neither lover nor Any one else hear the sound of her Bartolome (stoutish Apollo)
. Carols of Cockayne. 8i No. 2. EPITA, my paragon, bright star of Arragon ;Listen, dear, listen ; your Cristobal my cot that lies buried a short wayfrom LeridaLove and a diligence lent me their as a falcon I flew to thy balcony. (Is it bronchitis ? I cant sing a bar.)Greet not with merriment Loves first experi-ment ;Listen, Pepita! I ve brought my catarrh Manuel the matador may, like a flat, adore Donna Dolores : I pity his choice,For they say that her governor lets neither lover nor Any one else hear the sound of her Bartolome (stoutish Apollo) may Sigh for Sabina—you 11 pardon this cough ?—And Isabels votary, Nunez the notary, Vainly—(That sneeze again ? Loved one, I m off!) CAROLS OF COCKAYNE.
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