Old-world Idylls, and Other VersesK. Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, Limited, 1883 - 245 psl. |
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... Purity found abode , ' Twas certainly not on a posting road . II . " Forty " followed to " Thirty - nine . Glorious days of the Hanover line ! 1 Princes were born , and drums were banged ; Now THE BALLAD OF " BEAU BROCADE . " 23.
... Purity found abode , ' Twas certainly not on a posting road . II . " Forty " followed to " Thirty - nine . Glorious days of the Hanover line ! 1 Princes were born , and drums were banged ; Now THE BALLAD OF " BEAU BROCADE . " 23.
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... hand at her pocket - side . So never a word he spoke as yet , For he thought ' twas a freak of MEG or BET ; A freak of the " Rose " or the " Rummer " set . Out - spoke DOLLY the Chambermaid , ( Tremulous now 26 OLD - WORLD IDYLLS .
... hand at her pocket - side . So never a word he spoke as yet , For he thought ' twas a freak of MEG or BET ; A freak of the " Rose " or the " Rummer " set . Out - spoke DOLLY the Chambermaid , ( Tremulous now 26 OLD - WORLD IDYLLS .
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... twas no Venus of Batavian city , But a French girl , young , piquante , bright , and pretty . Graceful she was , as some slim marsh - flower shaken Among the sallows , in the breezy Spring ; Blithe as the first blithe song of birds that ...
... twas no Venus of Batavian city , But a French girl , young , piquante , bright , and pretty . Graceful she was , as some slim marsh - flower shaken Among the sallows , in the breezy Spring ; Blithe as the first blithe song of birds that ...
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... , he counted this to carry Straight to the end , or just the whim obeyed , Nothing we know , but only that before More had been done , a finger tapped the door . Opened Rosina to the unknown comer . ' Twas a THE STORY OF ROSINA . 4I.
... , he counted this to carry Straight to the end , or just the whim obeyed , Nothing we know , but only that before More had been done , a finger tapped the door . Opened Rosina to the unknown comer . ' Twas a THE STORY OF ROSINA . 4I.
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Austin Dobson. Opened Rosina to the unknown comer . ' Twas a young girl une pauvre fille , " she said , " They had been growing poorer all the summer ; Father was lame , and mother lately dead ; Bread was so dear , and , -oh ! but ...
Austin Dobson. Opened Rosina to the unknown comer . ' Twas a young girl une pauvre fille , " she said , " They had been growing poorer all the summer ; Father was lame , and mother lately dead ; Bread was so dear , and , -oh ! but ...
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Autonoë BABETTE BALLAD BEAU BROCADE beauty Belle Marquise BEN JONSON bird blue Boucher bright eyes brow Caliph CHALCEDONY CIRCE comes COUNTESS Cupid's Alley dance dear DENISE DOLLY dream E'en eyes face fair fawn that seeks flowers FRANÇOIS BOUCHER FRANK grace gray grew heart Here's a present intended an Ode king more terrible kissed me to-day knew L'ÉTOILE last year's nest laughing LAWRENCE lips London stones look Love Love's M'sieu Madam Maid Monsieur Muse myrtle twine Naught but myrtle NINETTE NINON o'er pale pipe Poets poor present for Rose PRINCESS Procris Pure song rhyme RONDEAU Rosina School of Coquettes seeks its mother shade sigh sing smile song Stand and Deliver stirred strange stray fawn sweet THEOCRITUS There's a tear thing thou thought thrush TRIOLETS turned Twas twixt VIEUXBOIS VILLANELLE watch weary wild and shy wind-flower yore
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236 psl. - ... his saints and his gilded stern-frames He had thought like an egg-shell to crack us ; .Now Howard may get to his Flaccus, And Drake to his Devon again, And Hawkins bowl rubbers to Bacchus For where are the galleons of Spain ? Let his Majesty hang to St. James The axe that he whetted to hack us ; He must play at some lustier games Or at sea he can hope to out-thwack us ; To his mines of Peru he would pack us To tug at his bullet and chain ; Alas ! that his Greatness should lack -us ! But...
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104 psl. - My book in turn avers (No author's name is stated) That sometimes those Philosophers Are sadly mis-translated." " But hear, the next's in stronger style : The Cynic School asserted That two red lips which part and smile May not be controverted ! " She smiled once more "My book, I find, Observes some modern doctors Would make the Cynics out a .kind Of album-verse concoctors." Then I "Why not? ' Ephesian law, No less than time's tradition, Enjoined fair speech on all who saw Diana's apparition.
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4 psl. - You'd surely say Some tea-board garden-maker Had planned it in Dutch William's day To please some florist Quaker, So trim it was. The yew-trees still, With pious care perverted, Grew in the same grim shapes ; and still The lipless dolphin spurted ; Still in his wonted state abode The broken-nosed Apollo ; And still the cypress-arbour showed The same umbrageous hollow.
173 psl. - Spring comes laughing By vale and hill, By wind-flower walking And daffodil, Sing stars of morning, Sing morning skies, Sing blue of speedwell, And my Love's eyes. When comes the Summer, Full-leaved and Strong, And gay birds gossip The orchard long, Sing hid, sweet honey That no bee sips ; Sing red, red roses, And my Love's lips.
74 psl. - M. VIEUXBOIS (murmuring) Ah, PAUL ! ... old PAUL ! . . . EULALIE too ! And ROSE ! . . . And O ! ' the sky so blue ! ' BABETTE (sings) ' One had my Mother's eyes, Wistful and mild ; One had my Father's face ; One was a Child : All of them bent to me, Bent down and smiled ! ' (He is asleep !) M. VIEUXBOIS (almost inaudibly) How I forget ! I am so old ! . . . Good night, BABETTE ! 4.67.
161 psl. - ... died ; Message or wish, may be; Smooth the folds out and see. Hardly the worst of us Here could have smiled !Only the tremulous Words of a child ; Prattle, that has for stops Just a few ruddy drops. Look. She is sad to miss, Morning and night, His her dead father's kiss ; Tries to be bright, Good to mamma, and sweet. That is all.
135 psl. - So with the rest. Who will may trace "Behind the new each elder face Defined as clearly; Science proceeds, and man stands still; Our " world " today's as good or ill, As cultured (nearly), As yours was, Horace!