Vers de SociétéH. Holt, 1875 - 401 psl. |
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... passed by the door , And again The pavement stones resound , As he totters o'er the ground With his cane . They say that in his prime , Ere the pruning - knife of Time Cut him down , THE LAST LEAF . Not a better man was found 75 THE ...
... passed by the door , And again The pavement stones resound , As he totters o'er the ground With his cane . They say that in his prime , Ere the pruning - knife of Time Cut him down , THE LAST LEAF . Not a better man was found 75 THE ...
148 psl.
... passing there But if I try to Obtain one glance , they look discreet , As though they'd some one else to meet ; - As have not I too ? Yet still I often think upon Our many meetings come and gone ! July - December ! Now let us make a ...
... passing there But if I try to Obtain one glance , they look discreet , As though they'd some one else to meet ; - As have not I too ? Yet still I often think upon Our many meetings come and gone ! July - December ! Now let us make a ...
187 psl.
... passed , what was felt or spoken- Whether anything passed at all- And whether the heart was broken That beat under that shelt'ring shawl- ( If shawl she had on , which I doubt ) —has gone , Yes , gone from me past recall . Was I haply ...
... passed , what was felt or spoken- Whether anything passed at all- And whether the heart was broken That beat under that shelt'ring shawl- ( If shawl she had on , which I doubt ) —has gone , Yes , gone from me past recall . Was I haply ...
225 psl.
... passed , a sprig of myrtle , Review my well - ranged hollyhocks , Smile at the fountain's slender spurtle ; II . You paused beneath the cherry - tree , Where my marauder thrush was singing , Peered at the bee - hives curiously , And ...
... passed , a sprig of myrtle , Review my well - ranged hollyhocks , Smile at the fountain's slender spurtle ; II . You paused beneath the cherry - tree , Where my marauder thrush was singing , Peered at the bee - hives curiously , And ...
226 psl.
A GARDEN IDYL . And then - you see I watched - you passed Down the espalier walk that reaches Out to the western wall , and last Dropped on the seat before the peaches . III . What was your thought ? You waited long . Sublime or ...
A GARDEN IDYL . And then - you see I watched - you passed Down the espalier walk that reaches Out to the western wall , and last Dropped on the seat before the peaches . III . What was your thought ? You waited long . Sublime or ...
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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.