Songs of Society, from Anne to VictoriaWilliam Davenport Adams Pickering and Company, 1880 - 234 psl. |
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Araminta AUSTIN DOBSON ball Beauty Clare beaux bliss blue blush bon compagnie Boodle's bright Brighton CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY charming club curl dance dashing young fellow daughter dear delight dinner dream dress E'en Earl EDMUND YATES eyes face fair fancy fashion feel flirt fond FREDERICK LOCKER Fustian Hall girl glove grace hair half handsomest hear heart heigh-ho JOHN GAY Lady laugh Laurette lips London London-by-the-Sea look Lord lover mamma married MATTHEW PRIOR Minuet Miss MORTIMER COLLINS muse n'est jamais never night Now-a-days Number o'er once passion play pleasant pleasure poet poor pretty quadrille rhyme Rolliad rose round SAVILE CLARKE shade sigh sing smile soft song sorrow sure sweet talk taste tears tell tender There's thing THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY thought to-night town Twas verse waltz WILLIAM CONGREVE WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED
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