Old-world Idylls and Other VersesKegan Paul, Trench, 1884 - 252 psl. "This selection is based upon one published at New York in 1880. With a few exceptions, the pieces are chosen from Vignettes in rhyme, 1873, and Proverbs in porcelain, 1877. Both volumes are out of print"--Page facing half-title |
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... Father he'll go on , And Sam's two Eyes are all for Cissy , John ! " John , she's so smart , with every Ribbon new , Flame - coloured Sack , and Crimson Padesoy : As proud as proud ; and has the Vapours too A DEAD LETTER . 5.
... Father he'll go on , And Sam's two Eyes are all for Cissy , John ! " John , she's so smart , with every Ribbon new , Flame - coloured Sack , and Crimson Padesoy : As proud as proud ; and has the Vapours too A DEAD LETTER . 5.
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... eyes are blue , the hair is drest In plainest way , one hand is prest Deep in a flapped canary vest , With buds brocaded . He wears a brown old Brunswick coat , With silver buttons , -round his throat , A soft cravat ; -in all you note ...
... eyes are blue , the hair is drest In plainest way , one hand is prest Deep in a flapped canary vest , With buds brocaded . He wears a brown old Brunswick coat , With silver buttons , -round his throat , A soft cravat ; -in all you note ...
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... eyes Of arch Piozzi . For her e'en Time grew debonair . He , finding cheeks unclaimed of care , With late - delayed faint roses there , And lingering dimples , Had spared to touch the fair old face , And only kissed with Vauxhall grace ...
... eyes Of arch Piozzi . For her e'en Time grew debonair . He , finding cheeks unclaimed of care , With late - delayed faint roses there , And lingering dimples , Had spared to touch the fair old face , And only kissed with Vauxhall grace ...
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... eye ; Portly product of Beef and Beer , JOHN the host , he was standing near . Straining and creaking , with wheels awry , Lumbering came the " Plymouth Fly " ; - Lumbering up from Bagshot Heath , Guard in the basket 20 OLD - WORLD IDYLLS .
... eye ; Portly product of Beef and Beer , JOHN the host , he was standing near . Straining and creaking , with wheels awry , Lumbering came the " Plymouth Fly " ; - Lumbering up from Bagshot Heath , Guard in the basket 20 OLD - WORLD IDYLLS .
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... eye ! " Muttered- " She'd pay for it by and by ! " Further than this made no reply . Nor could a further reply be made , For GEORGE was in league with " BEAU BROCADE " ! And JOHN the Host , in his wakefullest state , Was not - on the ...
... eye ! " Muttered- " She'd pay for it by and by ! " Further than this made no reply . Nor could a further reply be made , For GEORGE was in league with " BEAU BROCADE " ! And JOHN the Host , in his wakefullest state , Was not - on the ...
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ÆGROTUS Autonoë BABETTE BALLAD BARON battle of Malplaquet BEAU BROCADE beauty Belle Marquise bird blue Boucher bright bright eyes brow Caliph CHALCEDONY CLAUDE TILLIER COUNTESS Cupid's Alley Cynics dance dead dear DENISE Dorothy dream e'en eyes face faded fair feet flowers FRANÇOIS BOUCHER FRANK garden GEORGE the Guard girl gone grace gray green grew hair hand heart HORTENSE JACK kiss knew L'ÉTOILE Lady last year's nest laughing LAWRENCE lips London stones look Louis-d'or Love's M'sieu Madam Maid Monsieur Muse NELLIE NINETTE o'er once pale passed pipe POET poor PRINCESS Procris rhyme Rose Rosina round shade Shepherdess Dorine adored sigh Sing smile song Stand and Deliver stays stirred strange sweet tears THEOCRITUS thing thou thought thrush to-day turned Twas twixt VIEUXBOIS VILLANELLE Ville-d'Avray voice waken watched weary where'er wind-flower word ΝΙΝΟΝ
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