Selected PoemsH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1924 - 247 psl. |
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... Dead Letter · A Gentleman of the Old School A Gentlewoman of the Old School The Ballad of " Beau Brocade " Une Marquise PROVERBS IN PORCELAIN : Good - Night , Babette ! " VIGNETTES IN RHYME : The Drama of the Doctor's Window An Autumn ...
... Dead Letter · A Gentleman of the Old School A Gentlewoman of the Old School The Ballad of " Beau Brocade " Une Marquise PROVERBS IN PORCELAIN : Good - Night , Babette ! " VIGNETTES IN RHYME : The Drama of the Doctor's Window An Autumn ...
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... , with bird - like glances bright , Half - paused to speak , half - poised in flight ; O English Girl , divine , demure , To YOU I sing ! A DEAD LETTER 66 À cœur blessé - l'ombre et 1876 . OLD-WORLD IDYLLS: PAGE To you I sing ·
... , with bird - like glances bright , Half - paused to speak , half - poised in flight ; O English Girl , divine , demure , To YOU I sing ! A DEAD LETTER 66 À cœur blessé - l'ombre et 1876 . OLD-WORLD IDYLLS: PAGE To you I sing ·
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... Bedizened and brocaded . A queer old place ! You'd surely say Some tea - board garden - maker Had planned it in Dutch William's day To please some florist Quaker , So trim it was . The yew - trees still 2 A Dead Letter.
... Bedizened and brocaded . A queer old place ! You'd surely say Some tea - board garden - maker Had planned it in Dutch William's day To please some florist Quaker , So trim it was . The yew - trees still 2 A Dead Letter.
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... which the swifts were flying ; And , tossed beside the Guelder rose , A heap of rainbow knitting , Where , blinking in her pleased repose , A Persian cat was sitting . " A place to love in , -live , for A DEAD LETTER 3.
... which the swifts were flying ; And , tossed beside the Guelder rose , A heap of rainbow knitting , Where , blinking in her pleased repose , A Persian cat was sitting . " A place to love in , -live , for A DEAD LETTER 3.
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... storing Apples , -Prue and me Up to our Elbows making Damson Jam : But we shall meet before a Week is gone , " Tis a long Lane that has no turning , John ! " Only till Sunday next , and then you'll wait 4 A DEAD LETTER.
... storing Apples , -Prue and me Up to our Elbows making Damson Jam : But we shall meet before a Week is gone , " Tis a long Lane that has no turning , John ! " Only till Sunday next , and then you'll wait 4 A DEAD LETTER.
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ÆGROTUS Anacreon Anne Brontë AUSTIN DOBSON Autonoë BABETTE BALLAD BEAU BROCADE beauty Belle Marquise bird blooms the eglantine blue Brontë Caliph catch Charlotte Brontë Christopher Marlowe comes Cupid's Alley dance Dear DENISE Dolly dream E. V. LUCAS E'en edition English Essays eyes face flowers FRANK garden GEORGE the Guard gone grace gray grown hair heart horse to ride Intro Introduction John King more terrible kiss knew ladies of St last year's nest laughing LAWRENCE Letters LEWIS CAMPBELL light lips look Love's maids Megalopolis Molly Trefusis morning Muse never night old Sedan chair once pain Phyllida Pindus play PRINCESS Prose rhyme Rose round sing SIR JOHN GILBERT'S smiled song spray is white stand surely sweet tears terrible than Death THEODORE WATTS-DUNTON There's thing thou thought to-day Twas twixt Verse VIEUXBOIS VIOLA MEYNELL vols watch word
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