Old-world Idylls and Other Verses |
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Then , when they caught my watching face , Vanished as if by magic ; And , like some sombre thing beguiled To strange , unwonted laughter , The gloomy garden , having smiled , Became the gloomier after . ACT THE SECOND .
Then , when they caught my watching face , Vanished as if by magic ; And , like some sombre thing beguiled To strange , unwonted laughter , The gloomy garden , having smiled , Became the gloomier after . ACT THE SECOND .
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And yet , how strange ! Our world , to - day , Tried in the scale , would scarce outweigh Your Roman cronies ; Walk in the Park - you'll seldom fail To find a Sybaris on the rail By Lydia's ponies , Or hap on Barrus , wigged and ...
And yet , how strange ! Our world , to - day , Tried in the scale , would scarce outweigh Your Roman cronies ; Walk in the Park - you'll seldom fail To find a Sybaris on the rail By Lydia's ponies , Or hap on Barrus , wigged and ...
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Strange dance ! ' Tis free to Rank and Rags ; Here no distinction flatters , Here Riches shakes its money - bags , And Poverty its tatters ; Church , Army , Navy , Physic , Law ;Maid CUPID'S ALLEY . 143.
Strange dance ! ' Tis free to Rank and Rags ; Here no distinction flatters , Here Riches shakes its money - bags , And Poverty its tatters ; Church , Army , Navy , Physic , Law ;Maid CUPID'S ALLEY . 143.
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Strange pairs ! To laughing , fresh Fifteen Here capers Prudence thrifty ; Here Prodigal leads down the green A blushing Maid of fifty ; Some treat it as a serious thing , And some but shilly - shally ; And some have danced without the ...
Strange pairs ! To laughing , fresh Fifteen Here capers Prudence thrifty ; Here Prodigal leads down the green A blushing Maid of fifty ; Some treat it as a serious thing , And some but shilly - shally ; And some have danced without the ...
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And some will vow they ' re danced to death , Who ( somehow ) always rally ; Strange cures are wrought ( mine author saith ) , Strange cures ! in Cupid's Alley . " It may be one will dance to - day , And dance no more to - morrow ...
And some will vow they ' re danced to death , Who ( somehow ) always rally ; Strange cures are wrought ( mine author saith ) , Strange cures ! in Cupid's Alley . " It may be one will dance to - day , And dance no more to - morrow ...
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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 John kissed knew laughing LAWRENCE leaves less light lips lived look Love Maid morning mother Muse never night NINETTE NINON once pain pale pass pipe play Poets poor rest Rose round scarcely seek seemed shade sigh sing smile song Spring stand stay stirred strange surely sweet tear There's thing thou thought to-day turned Twas voice wait watch weary young
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Bibliografinė informacija
| Pavadinimas | Old-world Idylls and Other Verses |
| Autorius | Austin Dobson |
| Leidimas | 4 |
| Leidėjas | Kegan Paul, Trench, 1884 |
| Originalas iš | Harvardo universitetas |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 26 vasario 2008 |
| Ilgis | 252 psl. |
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