Dublin by Louis MacNeice
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
Irish (Eastern- Leinster, Dublin) Irish (General)Transcript
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great brick upon brick declamatory bronze ensemble pedestals, O'Connell grunt more Devery tokes and the swans and the illustrated stream in the bare bones of a fine light over a whole Drea door at the air, soft on the cheek, a porter running to the tops with a head of yellow cream and Nelson on his pillar, watching his world collapsed. This never was my tell. I was not born and bred in our school here, and she will not have me alive or dead. Yet. You hold my mind with their CD elegance with a gentle veils of rain, a ghost walk, another high binder, Georgian facades. The cut calls in the pain, the global over squalor, the bravado over tall. The light's dig in the river with a concertina movement and the sun comes up in the morning. Like Barney, sugar on the water on the mist on the Wicklow hills is close, as close as the peasantry. Our landlord, as they are used to the Anglo Irish, is the killer is closed. One moment, the money. Where's the moment itself is close to the next. She is not on Irish ****. She is not English historic with Gandhi and vermin and the cold renowned about Rodman Church Latin of rhetorical phrase put The days are so solved enough to forget the lesson. Better learns the bullet on the wet streets. The crooked deal, the steel behind the laugh, The full courts burnt forward to the day garrison of the Saxon in Causton, capital of a Gaelic nation. Appropriating all the alien broad you give me time for thought by a jugglers trick you're poised atop early an hour. Oh, greyness run to flower Graystone Grey water and break upon grey break