 Wear satin on their backs; They sit all night at Ombre, With candles all of wax: But Phyllida, my Phyllida! She dons her russet gown, And runs to gather May dew Before the world is down.  Collected Poems - 210 psl.autoriai: Austin Dobson - 1913 - 678 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | 1897 - 670 psl.
...1886 edition of Mr. Dobson's ' At the Sign of th byre ' has :— The ladies of St. James's ! They 're painted to the eyes; Their white it stays for ever,...; It trembles to a lily, — It wavers to a rose. In connexion with the last couplet and the nam Pbyllida, it is interesting to note that the pink blossom... | |
 | 1897 - 666 psl.
...1886 edition of Mr. Dobion's ' At the Sign of the Lyre ' has :— The ladies of St. James's I They 're painted to the eyes ; Their white it stays for ever,...colour comes and goes ; It trembles to a lily,— It waven to a rose. In connexion with the last couplet and the name Phyllida, it is interesting to note... | |
 | 1883 - 998 psl.
...ladies of St. James's They are so fine and fair, You'd think a box of essences Was broken in the air: But Phyllida, my Phyllida! The breath of heath and furze, When breezes blow at morning, Is scarce so fresh as hers. The ladies of St. James's They're painted to the eyes; Their white it stays... | |
 | 1883 - 994 psl.
...ladies of St. James's They are so fine and fair. You'd think a box of essences Was broken in the air: But Phyllida, my Phyllida! The breath of heath and furze, When breezes blow at morning, Is scarce so fresh as hers. The ladies of St. James's They're painted to the eyes; Their white it stays... | |
 | Austin Dobson - 1885 - 264 psl.
...ladies of St. James's They are so fine and fair, You'd think a box of essences Was broken in the air : But Phyllida, my Phyllida ! The breath of heath and furze, When breezes blow at morning Is scarce so fresh as hers. The ladies of St. James's They're painted to the eyes ; Their white it stays... | |
 | Austin Dobson - 1885 - 266 psl.
...ladies of St. James's They are so fine and fair, You'd think a box of essences Was broken in the air : But Phyllida, my Phyllida ! The breath of heath and furze, When breezes blow at morning Is scarce so fresh as hers. The ladies of St. James's They're painted to the eyes ; Their white it stays... | |
 | Walter Learned - 1891 - 404 psl.
...Phyllida, my Phyllida ! She dons her russet gown And runs to gather May dew Before the world is down. The ladies of St. James's They're painted to the eyes ; Their white it stays forever, Their red it never dies : But Phyllida, my Phyllida ! Her color comes and goes ; It trembles... | |
 | Austin Dobson - 1892 - 178 psl.
...of St. James's ! They are so fine and fair, You 'd think a box of essences Was broken in the air : But Phyllida, my Phyllida ! The breath of heath and...breezes blow at morning, Is not so fresh as hers. Hrf » I /ílí^-'-í'*1* -' / Оч ?*• X„ YnJ rurvS /Ь jíJ-Mí Г N'y 2c u) The ladies of St.... | |
 | Austin Dobson, Frederick Locker-Lampson, Winthrop Mackworth Praed - 1892 - 92 psl.
...to gather May dew Before the world is down. " AND RUNS TO GATHER MAY DEW BEFORE THE WORLD is DOWN." But Phyllida, my Phyllida! The breath of heath and furze, When breezes blow at morning, Is scarce so fresh as hers. The ladies of St. James's, They're painted to the eyes; Their white it stays... | |
 | Austin Dobson - 1892 - 174 psl.
...of essences Was broken in the air : But Phyllida, my Phyllida ! The breath of heath and furze, AVhen breezes blow at morning, Is not so fresh as hers. The ladies of St. James's ! They 're painted to the eyes ; Their white it stays for ever, Their red it never dies : But Phyllida,... | |
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