Fasciculusprivate circulation only, at the Chiswick Press, 1869 - 48 psl. |
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accent French Adown Afar Anon Array'd august abodes barber BEAUMONT beneath calls thee Cambridge CENTIPEDE Chafing Chanting CHISWICK PRESS CHURCHYARD Cobwebs College COURTIER crimson damask death doff'd doth wag dust E'en ELLIA EVIL fain fashion fawning flower French he speaks garb glass GOLD GRAMMAR grassy grave Greek GRIEVE heard holds thee horses house of prayer hundred years ago infirm LADY Lalus Landor live long hall LOOKING-GLASS lordly lose Marco Martial MASTER'S eye murmurs Nicolo o'er once Owen pearly pelf pious Henry Frost poet's polish'd lips Polo poor press'd Priscus resting-place robes Rogers satin say'st scarce SERMON shaved shell sick men lay Sir Thomas sire Six hundred SLOTHFUL souls speak with accent spell spot Stagyrite strangers street sweet tell thine thou art Thou hast Thou may'st thou say'st thou would'st Thyself Tomb tongue Twas Vacerra velvet Venice verse winnowing wise wit Maffeo Withouten
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