Poems on Several Occasions, 2 tomasK. Paul, Trench, Trübner, 1895 |
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Bard beneath beside blooms the eglantine Book Caliph CARDENIO CHARLES GEORGE GORDON cheek Child Cyclops dear DICK Dolly Dora doubt dreams E'en eau de Cologne fair fancy fate found my fault garden GARDEN SONG grace grow hair hand hear heard heart HELEN HUGH JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOLICŒUR knew ladies of St laughed least letters lips little Blue-Ribbons little Molly Trefusis look Love's lovers Lucile Madame maid MISSAL MOLIÈRE Monsieur Muse naught o'er old château old Sedan chair once pass Perchance PHIDYLE Phyllida played POET POPE praised quoth rhyme Rose round Savignac scarce seems SILVIA's eyes assail Sing Tantarara smile song soon I found spray is white Squire sweet tale thee There's thing thou thought To-day truth Twas twixt Vauxhall vellum verses wait wander watch WILLIAM HOGARTH wooed words young youth
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