Passed Out Under The Table,But The Bottle Still Stands.

Passed Out Under The Table,But The Bottle Still Stands.

To participent in thy shadows of apprehensions grief,

hopeless ταξίδι depise thy lions flight,

if the impulso murmurs pleasures weight,

these ταλαιπωρίες of perilous cliffs of rock,

interfus'd with inscrutable misères darkness trods,

thy discordant bottle calls for another visitación proclamation ic'd,

pouring thy thimble to empty sollemnitatem help,

with unthrifty promises tarry larmes decay'd,

as dreamless abrecan seal thy unmatch'd record behold,

to caído head the extinguish'd cloud hath fell'd,

O' ye bottle so vide and all alone,

ισχυρότερη than thou so cold,

aware exceedingly extreme measures magnifique floor dost lay,

a fortissimi distant flood remembrances upon the awake,

Hey Dylan,Mr. Thomas if thou please, 19 straight your record is now ceas'd,

in forewarning ágnessa thy helmsman has lost control,

with дикарь measures thy consciousness is ancient quills,

what indignati wrath hast serv'd thee still?

A knight,a whore, an gewyrhtan that deceiv'd thee well,

now awake thy dorst appoints another murd'rous call.

Vikomt.D.Hammengoor.

 

Done