Vers de SociétéH. Holt, 1875 - 401 psl. |
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... LADY ANNE HAMILTON . - Ilon . William R. Spencer . JOB . - Samuel T. Coleridge .. NAMES . - Samuel T. Coleridge TO HESTER SAVORY . - Charles Lamb . 252 253 253 254 CHRISTMAS OUT OF TOWN . - James Smith 256 SONG TO FANNY . - Horace Smith ...
... LADY ANNE HAMILTON . - Ilon . William R. Spencer . JOB . - Samuel T. Coleridge .. NAMES . - Samuel T. Coleridge TO HESTER SAVORY . - Charles Lamb . 252 253 253 254 CHRISTMAS OUT OF TOWN . - James Smith 256 SONG TO FANNY . - Horace Smith ...
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... LADY . - Thomas Westwood . ROSE SONG . - William Sawyer .. PAGE 324 326 327 MY OLD COAT . - Mortimer Collins .. 329 AD CHLOEN , M. A. - Mortimer Collins . 332 CHLOE , M. A. AD AMANTEM SUUM . - Mortimer Collins .. 333 AN INTERLUDE ...
... LADY . - Thomas Westwood . ROSE SONG . - William Sawyer .. PAGE 324 326 327 MY OLD COAT . - Mortimer Collins .. 329 AD CHLOEN , M. A. - Mortimer Collins . 332 CHLOE , M. A. AD AMANTEM SUUM . - Mortimer Collins .. 333 AN INTERLUDE ...
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... ladies have no feeling : My father frown'd ; but how should gout See any happiness in kneeling ? She was the daughter of a Dean , Rich , fat , and rather apoplectic ; She had one brother , just thirteen , Whose color was extremely ...
... ladies have no feeling : My father frown'd ; but how should gout See any happiness in kneeling ? She was the daughter of a Dean , Rich , fat , and rather apoplectic ; She had one brother , just thirteen , Whose color was extremely ...
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... When youth was on the wing , And ( must it then be told ) when youth had quite gone by . Alas ! and I have not The pleasant hour forgot When one pert lady said , LITTLE AGLÄE . " O Landor ! I am quite 38 THE ONE WHITE HAIR.
... When youth was on the wing , And ( must it then be told ) when youth had quite gone by . Alas ! and I have not The pleasant hour forgot When one pert lady said , LITTLE AGLÄE . " O Landor ! I am quite 38 THE ONE WHITE HAIR.
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... the lips that he has prest In their bloom ; And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb . My grandmamma has said-- Poor old lady ! she is dead Long ago- 3 · THE LAST LEAF . That he had a 76.
... the lips that he has prest In their bloom ; And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb . My grandmamma has said-- Poor old lady ! she is dead Long ago- 3 · THE LAST LEAF . That he had a 76.
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ALFRED TENNYSON ANGORA CAT Araminta AUTUMN IDYL Ball BALL-ROOM beauty BELLE beneath better bird bliss blue Bouillabaisse BRAZEN HEAD bright Burnham-beeches cane-bottom'd chair cheek CLAPHAM ACADEMY COLERAINE dance dear dreams eyes fair To fill fill my glass flowers Folly FRANK friends GARDEN IDYL girl gone good-night hair hand happy hear heart HENRY LUTTRELL IRISH EYES Katydid kiss lady laugh on to-day LAWRENCE LETTICE WHITE light Lilian lips look maid Miss morning MORTIMER COLLINS neighbor Nelly never o'er ODE ON CLAPHAM once PALL MALL perhaps pleasant pleasure poet poor pretty reason fair rhyme rose ROSE SONG round sigh Sing heigh-ho smile soft song SPECTATOR AB EXTRA sweet talk tell tender thee There's think's a reason THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY thou thought tree TU QUOQUE Twas vers de société vex'd wife young youth
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71 psl. - Man wants but little here below." Little I ask; my wants are few; I only wish a hut of stone (A very plain brown stone will do, That I may call my own And close at hand is such a one, In yonder street that fronts the sun. Plain food is quite enough for me; Three courses are as good as ten; If Nature can subsist on three, Thank Heaven for three. Amen!
255 psl. - A month or more hath she been dead, Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed And her together. A springy motion in her gait, A rising step, did indicate Of pride and joy no common rate That flush'd her spirit: I know not by what name beside I shall it call: if 'twas not pride, It was a joy to that allied She did inherit.
72 psl. - ... call my own; And close at hand is such a one, In yonder street that fronts the sun. Plain food is quite enough for me; Three courses are as good as ten; If Nature can subsist on three, Thank Heaven for three. Amen ! I always thought cold victual nice; My choice would be vanilla-ice.
76 psl. - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff. And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh.
76 psl. - Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets. And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan ; And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said,
301 psl. - How pleasant it is to have money. I sit at my table en grand seigneur, And when I have done, throw a crust to the poor ; Not only the pleasure, one's self, of good living, But also the pleasure of now and then giving. So pleasant it is to have money, heigh ho ! So pleasant it is to have money.
299 psl. - In golden quiets of the moon. The winter wind is not so cold As the bright smile he sees me win, Nor the host's oldest wine so old As our poor gabble sour and thin.
284 psl. - Gazing, with a timid glance, On the brooklet's swift advance, On the river's broad expanse ! Deep and still, that gliding stream Beautiful to thee must seem, As the river of a dream. Then why pause with indecision. When bright angels in thy vision Beckon thee to fields Elysian? Seest thou shadows sailing by, As the dove, with startled eye Sees the falcon's shadow fly? Hearest thou voices on the shore, That our ears perceive no more, Deafened by the cataract's roar? O, thou child of many prayers...
110 psl. - Here let us sport, Boys, as we sit; Laughter and wit Flashing so free. Life is but short When we are gone, Let them sing on Round the old tree.
9 psl. - Fly not yet" upon the river ; Some jealousy of some one's heir, Some hopes of dying broken-hearted, A miniature, a lock of hair, The usual vows, and then we parted. We parted ; months and years rolled by ; We met again four summers after : Our parting was all sob and sigh; Our meeting was all mirth and laughter : For in my heart's most secret cell There had been many other lodgers ; And she was not the ball-room Belle, But only Mrs.