Poems on Several Occasions, 1 tomasDodd, Mead, 1895 |
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... fresh young Beauty gleams - From coffee - coloured laces , - So peeped from its old - fashioned dreams . The fresher modern traces ; For idle mallet , hoop , and ball Upon the lawn were lying ; A magazine , a tumbled shawl , Round which ...
... fresh young Beauty gleams - From coffee - coloured laces , - So peeped from its old - fashioned dreams . The fresher modern traces ; For idle mallet , hoop , and ball Upon the lawn were lying ; A magazine , a tumbled shawl , Round which ...
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... fresh as May's own flowers , Starring some pure primeval spring , Ere Gold had grown despotic , - Ere Life was yet a selfish thing , Or Love a mere exotic ! I need not search too much to find Whose lot it was to send it , That feel upon ...
... fresh as May's own flowers , Starring some pure primeval spring , Ere Gold had grown despotic , - Ere Life was yet a selfish thing , Or Love a mere exotic ! I need not search too much to find Whose lot it was to send it , That feel upon ...
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... Fresh - coloured , frank , with ne'er a trace Of trouble shaded ; The 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 ...
... Fresh - coloured , frank , with ne'er a trace Of trouble shaded ; The 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 ...
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... fresh contours of his " Milkmaid's " face . GEORGE the Guard fled over the sea : JOHN had a fit of perplexity ; - Turned King's evidence , sad to state ; - But JOHN was never immaculate . As for the BEAU , he was duly tried , 28 OLD ...
... fresh contours of his " Milkmaid's " face . GEORGE the Guard fled over the sea : JOHN had a fit of perplexity ; - Turned King's evidence , sad to state ; - But JOHN was never immaculate . As for the BEAU , he was duly tried , 28 OLD ...
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... Fresh as a fresh young pear - tree blossoming ; Black was her hair as any blackbird's feather ; Just for her mouth , two rose - buds grew together . Sloes were her eyes ; but her soft cheeks were peaches , Hued like an Autumn pippin ...
... Fresh as a fresh young pear - tree blossoming ; Black was her hair as any blackbird's feather ; Just for her mouth , two rose - buds grew together . Sloes were her eyes ; but her soft cheeks were peaches , Hued like an Autumn pippin ...
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ARSÈNE HOUSSAYE Autonoë BABETTE backswords BALLAD BARON BEAU BROCADE beauty Beersheba Belle Marquise BEN JONSON bird blue Boucher bright eyes brows Burbadge played Caliph chalumeau CHARLES BLANC COUNTESS Cupid's Alley dance Davus dead dear DENISE DOLLY dream E'en Embarquons-nous eyes face fair fate fawn that seeks François Boucher FRANK grace gray hair hand heart 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 oestrus once pipe and flute Poets present for Rose PRINCESS PROCRIS Pure song rhyme Rosina School of Coquettes seeks its mother sigh Sing slower pen smile song stays stirred strange stray fawn sweet teacup-times thee THEOCRITUS thing thou thought Thracian thrush turned Twas twixt VIEUXBOIS watched weary wind-flower yore
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214 psl. - When the hard means rebel, Fairer the work out-grows, More potent far the spell. O POET, then, forbear The loosely-sandalled verse, Choose rather thou to wear The buskin strait and terse; Leave to the tyro's hand The limp and shapeless style; See that thy form demand The labor of the file.
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221 psl. - URCEUS EXIT." I INTENDED an Ode, And it turned to a Sonnet. It began a la mode, I intended an Ode ; But Rose crossed the road In her latest new bonnet ; I intended an Ode ; And it turned to a Sonnet.