Poems on Several Occasions, 1 tomasDodd, Mead, 1895 |
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... - pistol that , they say , Came from the battle of Malplaquet ; ) Loading with powder that maids would use , Even in " Forty , " to clear the flues ; And a couple of silver buttons , the Squire Gave 25 THE BALLAD OF “ BEAU BROCADE . "
... - pistol that , they say , Came from the battle of Malplaquet ; ) Loading with powder that maids would use , Even in " Forty , " to clear the flues ; And a couple of silver buttons , the Squire Gave 25 THE BALLAD OF “ BEAU BROCADE . "
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... clear- eyed ; Flung down his palette like a weary man , And sauntered slowly through the Rue Sainte- Anne . Wherefore , we know not ; but , at times , far nearer Things common come , and lineaments half - seen Grow in a moment magically ...
... clear- eyed ; Flung down his palette like a weary man , And sauntered slowly through the Rue Sainte- Anne . Wherefore , we know not ; but , at times , far nearer Things common come , and lineaments half - seen Grow in a moment magically ...
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... clear " Réveillez - vous . " Just a mere child with sudden ebullitions , Flashes of fun , and little bursts of song , Petulant pains , and fleeting pale contritions , Mute little moods of misery and wrong ; Only a child , of Nature's ...
... clear " Réveillez - vous . " Just a mere child with sudden ebullitions , Flashes of fun , and little bursts of song , Petulant pains , and fleeting pale contritions , Mute little moods of misery and wrong ; Only a child , of Nature's ...
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... Clear memory of the vanished days . When they were roses . " If youth but knew ! " Ah , " if , ” in truth ? — I can recall with what gay youth , To what light chorus , Unsobered yet by time or change , We roamed the many - gabled Grange ...
... Clear memory of the vanished days . When they were roses . " If youth but knew ! " Ah , " if , ” in truth ? — I can recall with what gay youth , To what light chorus , Unsobered yet by time or change , We roamed the many - gabled Grange ...
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... , His throat with wedlock's triple roll , " All wool , " - enwound about ; - His very hat had changed its brim ; — Our course was clear , ―WE BANISHED HIM ! BE A VIRTUOSO . E seated , pray . " 128 VIGNETTES IN RHYME .
... , His throat with wedlock's triple roll , " All wool , " - enwound about ; - His very hat had changed its brim ; — Our course was clear , ―WE BANISHED HIM ! BE A VIRTUOSO . E seated , pray . " 128 VIGNETTES IN RHYME .
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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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