The Story of Rosina, and Other VersesDodd, Mead, 1895 - 120 psl. |
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afield were sun-baked AUSTIN DOBSON Autumn Idyll BEAU BROCADE beauty Belle Marquise Besought her leave Bright-eyed Bella brow Camargo Charles Lamb CONVENT GATE Cupid's Alley Curé Cure's Progress dainty dance Dash was smitten dear and deprecating deprecating mother DIALOGUE FROM PLATO Dorothy"-delight In fragrant dream of harp-prest E'en etchings eyes fancy flower François Boucher FRANK Garden Idyll Gossip gossip's word grace was jupes grass he called gray grown stout harp-prest bosoms Heading to poem heart HUGH THOMSON JACK knees LADY Lamb and Evelina LAWRENCE look Louise lure anew M'sieu Misogynist Monsieur Muse NOTE numbers Painter peaches pessimistic Lecture POT POURRI Preferred Clarissa Read and re-read reading Greek Robin Gray Rose round seat shall tumble Sing smile snow song sorrow Story of Rosina Strive to lure SUNDIAL suspended Cherries things thought thrush Twas Twice-told tales Twixt Une Marquise vanished days verses Virtuoso window-corners warm woe-begone yeux
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