Selected PoemsH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1924 - 247 psl. |
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... O ! " the sky so blue ! " BABETTE ( sings ) . " One had my Mother's eyes , Wistful and mild ; One had my Father's face ; One was a Child : . All of them bent to me , - Bent down and smiled ! ( He is asleep ! ) M. VIEUXBOIS ( almost ...
... O ! " the sky so blue ! " BABETTE ( sings ) . " One had my Mother's eyes , Wistful and mild ; One had my Father's face ; One was a Child : . All of them bent to me , - Bent down and smiled ! ( He is asleep ! ) M. VIEUXBOIS ( almost ...
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ÆGROTUS Anne Brontë AUSTIN DOBSON Autonoë BABETTE BALLAD Bard BEAU BROCADE Beauty Belle Marquise bird blue Brontë brow Caliph Caliph Abdallah Charlotte Brontë comes Cupid's Alley dance dead dear DENISE Dolly dream E. V. LUCAS E'en English Essays eyes face fancy flowers FRANK garden gone grace gray green hair hath heart hope Intro Introduction James's John King more terrible kiss knew ladies of St last year's nest laughing LAWRENCE lean Letters light lilies lips little Molly Trefusis look Love's M'sieu Maid Megalopolis morning Muse night old Sedan chair once pain pain d'épice Phyllida play PRINCESS Prose rhyme ring-dove Rose round scarce Seyd the vizier shade Sing smile song soul spake stands Strange surely sweet tears THEODORE WATTS-DUNTON thing thou thought thrush to-day Twas twixt Verse VIEUXBOIS VIOLA MEYNELL vols watch weary Where's word
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