Selected PoemsH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1924 - 247 psl. |
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... liked to watch the sunlight fall Athwart his ivied orchard wall ; Or pause to catch the cuckoo's call Beyond the beeches . His were the times of Paint and Patch , And IO A GENTLEMAN OF THE OLD SCHOOL A Gentleman of the Old School.
... liked to watch the sunlight fall Athwart his ivied orchard wall ; Or pause to catch the cuckoo's call Beyond the beeches . His were the times of Paint and Patch , And IO A GENTLEMAN OF THE OLD SCHOOL A Gentleman of the Old School.
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... walls divide From Pyramus , her lover ? ACT THE FIRST . Act I. began . Some noise had scared The cat , that like an arrow Shot up the wall and disappeared ; And then , across the narrow , Unweeded path , a small dark thing , Hid by a ...
... walls divide From Pyramus , her lover ? ACT THE FIRST . Act I. began . Some noise had scared The cat , that like an arrow Shot up the wall and disappeared ; And then , across the narrow , Unweeded path , a small dark thing , Hid by a ...
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... wall Of " next - door's " garden , that is To speak correctly - through its tall Surmounting fence of lattice , Peeped a boy's face , with curling hair , Ripe lips , half drawn asunder , And round , bright eyes , that wore a stare Of ...
... wall Of " next - door's " garden , that is To speak correctly - through its tall Surmounting fence of lattice , Peeped a boy's face , with curling hair , Ripe lips , half drawn asunder , And round , bright eyes , that wore a stare Of ...
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... Half vexed , I knew not wherefore , I dozed ; till , startled by some call , A glance sufficed to show me , The boy again above the wall , The girl erect below me . The boy , it seemed , to add a force 46 THE DRAMA OF THE DOCTOR'S WINDOW.
... Half vexed , I knew not wherefore , I dozed ; till , startled by some call , A glance sufficed to show me , The boy again above the wall , The girl erect below me . The boy , it seemed , to add a force 46 THE DRAMA OF THE DOCTOR'S WINDOW.
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... and damp , To catch the dim Arthurian camp In misty distance ; Peered at the still - room's sacred stores , Or rapped at walls for sliding doors Of feigned existence . What need had we for thoughts or cares ! The 67 Pot-Pourri.
... and damp , To catch the dim Arthurian camp In misty distance ; Peered at the still - room's sacred stores , Or rapped at walls for sliding doors Of feigned existence . What need had we for thoughts or cares ! The 67 Pot-Pourri.
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