Old-world Idylls and Other Verses |
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... With too serene a conscience drew Your easy breath , and slumbered through The gravest issue ; But we , to whom our age allows Scarce space to wipe our weary brows , Look down upon your narrow house , Old friend , and miss you !
... With too serene a conscience drew Your easy breath , and slumbered through The gravest issue ; But we , to whom our age allows Scarce space to wipe our weary brows , Look down upon your narrow house , Old friend , and miss you !
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... -our Boucher sighed For that first beauty , falsely named the Devil's , Young - lipped , unlessoned , joyous , and clear - eyed ; Flung down his palette like a weary man , And sauntered slowly through the Rue Sainte - Anne .
... -our Boucher sighed For that first beauty , falsely named the Devil's , Young - lipped , unlessoned , joyous , and clear - eyed ; Flung down his palette like a weary man , And sauntered slowly through the Rue Sainte - Anne .
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So , in a little , when those Two had parted ,Tired of himself , and weary as before , Boucher remembering , sick and sorry - hearted , Stayed for a moment by Rosina's door . Ah , the poor child ! " the neighbours cry of her , Morte ...
So , in a little , when those Two had parted ,Tired of himself , and weary as before , Boucher remembering , sick and sorry - hearted , Stayed for a moment by Rosina's door . Ah , the poor child ! " the neighbours cry of her , Morte ...
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So, in a little, when those Two had parted, Tired of himself, and weary as before, Boucher remembering, sick and sorry-hearted, Stayed for a moment by Rosina's door. " Ah, the poor child !" the neighbours cry of her, ' ' Morte, ...
So, in a little, when those Two had parted, Tired of himself, and weary as before, Boucher remembering, sick and sorry-hearted, Stayed for a moment by Rosina's door. " Ah, the poor child !" the neighbours cry of her, ' ' Morte, ...
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Ah , World of ours , are you so gray And weary , World , of spinning , That you repeat the tales to - day You told at the beginning ? For lo ! the same old myths that made The early stage successes , Still hold the boards ...
Ah , World of ours , are you so gray And weary , World , of spinning , That you repeat the tales to - day You told at the beginning ? For lo ! the same old myths that made The early stage successes , Still hold the boards ...
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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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