Poems on Several Occasions, 1 tomasDodd, Mead, 1895 |
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... Caliph In the Belfry · PAGE 181 183 186 191 194 · 197 200 · 204 · 207 о 0 213 · 214 " Farewell , Renown Ars Victrix ESSAYS IN OLD FRENCH FORMS : Rose Leaves ( Triolets ) " Persicos Odi " The Wanderer ( Rondel ) " Vitas Hinnuleo ...
... Caliph In the Belfry · PAGE 181 183 186 191 194 · 197 200 · 204 · 207 о 0 213 · 214 " Farewell , Renown Ars Victrix ESSAYS IN OLD FRENCH FORMS : Rose Leaves ( Triolets ) " Persicos Odi " The Wanderer ( Rondel ) " Vitas Hinnuleo ...
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... Caliph Ab- dallah : - " Now hearken and hear , I am weary , by Allah ! I am faint with the mere over - running of leisure ; I will rouse me and rear up a palace to Pleasure ! " To Abdallah the Caliph spake Seyd the vizier : " All faces ...
... Caliph Ab- dallah : - " Now hearken and hear , I am weary , by Allah ! I am faint with the mere over - running of leisure ; I will rouse me and rear up a palace to Pleasure ! " To Abdallah the Caliph spake Seyd the vizier : " All faces ...
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... Caliph heard frowning , That the river had swelled , and the workmen were drowning . Then the Caliph was stirred and he flushed in his ire as He sent forth his word from Teheran to Shiraz ; And the workmen came new , and the palace ...
... Caliph heard frowning , That the river had swelled , and the workmen were drowning . Then the Caliph was stirred and he flushed in his ire as He sent forth his word from Teheran to Shiraz ; And the workmen came new , and the palace ...
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Austin Dobson. " Is my word not my word ? " cried the Caliph Abdallah ; " I will build it up yet . by the aiding of Allah ! " Though he spoke in his haste like King David before him , Yet he felt as he spoke that a something stole o'er ...
Austin Dobson. " Is my word not my word ? " cried the Caliph Abdallah ; " I will build it up yet . by the aiding of Allah ! " Though he spoke in his haste like King David before him , Yet he felt as he spoke that a something stole o'er ...
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... Caliph within him was humbled ; And he bowed in the dust : great but Allah ! - " There is none I will build Him a Mosque , " said the Caliph ― Abdallah . And the Caliph has gone to his fathers for ever 21I THE MOSQUE OF THE CALIPH .
... Caliph within him was humbled ; And he bowed in the dust : great but Allah ! - " There is none I will build Him a Mosque , " said the Caliph ― Abdallah . And the Caliph has gone to his fathers for ever 21I THE MOSQUE OF THE CALIPH .
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ARSÈNE HOUSSAYE Autonoë BABETTE BALLAD BARON BEAU BROCADE beauty Beersheba Belle Marquise BEN JONSON bird blue Boucher bright eyes brows Caliph CHALCEDONY CHARLES BLANC CIRCE COUNTESS Cupid's Alley dance Davus dead dear DENISE DOLLY dream E'en eyes face fair fawn that seeks François Boucher FRANK grace gray heart Here's a present intended an Ode King more terrible kissed me to-day knew L'ÉTOILE laughing LAWRENCE London stones look Love's M'sieu Madam Maid Monsieur Muse myrtle twine Naught but myrtle NINETTE NINON o'er once pipe and flute Poets present for Rose PRINCESS PROCRIS Pure song rhyme Rose kissed Rosina School of Coquettes seeks its mother sigh sing smile song Stand and Deliver stay stirred strange stray fawn sweet thee THEOCRITUS thing thou thought Thracian thrush turned Twas twixt VIEUXBOIS watched weary wind-flower yore
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