ellauri061.html on line 477: flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same skull, Pelle 1 Piru vieköön pähkähullun kaverin! Se kaatoi kerran mun päähän pullon
ellauri107.html on line 181: I felt pantheist then—your heart beat in my ribs and mine in yours, and both in God’s. . . . Whence come you, Hawthorne? By what right do you drink from my flagon of life? And when I put it to my lips—lo, they are yours and not mine. . . . Hence this infinite fraternity of feeling. . . . Ah! It’s a long stage, and no inn in sight, and night coming, and the body cold. But with you for a passenger, I am content and can be happy. . . .
ellauri141.html on line 348: For you, as bearer of my flagon;
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