Old-world Idylls, and Other Verses |
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66 ' My Dear , I don't think that I thought of much Before we knew each other , I and you ; And now , why , John , your least , least Finger - touch , Gives me enough to think a Summer through . See , for I send you Something !
66 ' My Dear , I don't think that I thought of much Before we knew each other , I and you ; And now , why , John , your least , least Finger - touch , Gives me enough to think a Summer through . See , for I send you Something !
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... The spotless , stately coif whose crest Like Hector's horse - plume towered ; And still the sweet half - solemn look Where some past thought was clinging , As when one shuts a serious book To hear the A DEAD LETTER . 7.
... The spotless , stately coif whose crest Like Hector's horse - plume towered ; And still the sweet half - solemn look Where some past thought was clinging , As when one shuts a serious book To hear the A DEAD LETTER . 7.
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I know she thought ; I know she felt ; Perchance could sum , I doubt she spelt , She knew as little of the Celt As of the Saxon ; Starving , in fact , ' twixt want and pride A GENTLEWOMAN OF THE OLD SCHOOL . 15.
I know she thought ; I know she felt ; Perchance could sum , I doubt she spelt , She knew as little of the Celt As of the Saxon ; Starving , in fact , ' twixt want and pride A GENTLEWOMAN OF THE OLD SCHOOL . 15.
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Thus equipped and accoutred , DOLLY Clattered away to " Exciseman's Folly " ; - Such was the name of a ruined abode , Just on the edge of the London road . Thence she thought she might safely try , As soon THE BALLAD OF " BEAU BROCADE .
Thus equipped and accoutred , DOLLY Clattered away to " Exciseman's Folly " ; - Such was the name of a ruined abode , Just on the edge of the London road . Thence she thought she might safely try , As soon THE BALLAD OF " BEAU BROCADE .
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Thence she thought she might safely try , As soon as she saw it , to warn the " Fly . " But , as chance fell out , her rein she drew , As the BEAU came cantering into the view . By the light of the moon she could see him drest In his ...
Thence she thought she might safely try , As soon as she saw it , to warn the " Fly . " But , as chance fell out , her rein she drew , As the BEAU came cantering into the view . By the light of the moon she could see him drest In his ...
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BABETTE BALLADE BEAU beauty Belle Marquise beside better bird blue Boucher bright Caliph clear comes dance dead dear Death DENISE door doubt dream E'en eyes face fair feet Flowers FRANK garden girl Give gone grace gray green grew grow hair Half hand head hear heard heart hope hour John kissed knew laughing LAWRENCE leaves less light lips lived look Love Maid mother Muse never night NINETTE NINON o'er once pain pale passed pipe play POET poor rest Rose round seek seemed shade sigh sing smile song speak Spring stand stay stirred strange surely sweet tear There's thing thou thought to-day turned Twas voice wait wall watch young
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231 psl. - From the stock of the Arnes and the Purcells of yore; That there's nothing, in short, in the words or the score That is not as out-worn as the "Wandering Jew," Make answer Beethoven could scarcely do more That the man who plants cabbages imitates, too! If they tell you, Sir Artist, your light and your shade Are simply adapted from other men's lore; That plainly to speak of a "spade...
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170 psl. - rose" and "snow"; My bird, that sang, is dead; Where are your roses fled? Alas, Time stays we go! See, in what traversed ways, What backward Fate delays The hopes we used to know; Where are our old desires? Ah, where those vanished fires? Time goes, you say? ah no! How far, how far, O Sweet, The past behind our feet Lies in the even-glow ! Now, on the forward way, Let us fold hands, and pray; Alas, Time stays, we go!
Bibliografinė informacija
| Pavadinimas | Old-world Idylls, and Other Verses |
| Autorius | Austin Dobson |
| Leidimas | 2 |
| Leidėjas | Kegan Paul, Trench, 1883 |
| Originalas iš | Oksfordo universitetas |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 25 rugsėjo 2006 |
| Ilgis | 245 psl. |
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