Old-world Idylls and Other VersesKegan Paul, Trench, 1883 - 245 psl. |
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... flowered ; The spotless , stately coif whose crest Like Hector's horse - plume towered ; And still the sweet half - solemn look Where some past thought was clinging , As when one shuts a serious book To hear the A DEAD LETTER . 7.
... flowered ; The spotless , stately coif whose crest Like Hector's horse - plume towered ; And still the sweet half - solemn look Where some past thought was clinging , As when one shuts a serious book To hear the A DEAD LETTER . 7.
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Austin Dobson. As when one shuts a serious book To hear the thrushes singing . I kneel to you ! Of those you were , Whose kind old hearts grow mellow , - Whose fair old faces grow more fair As Point and Flanders yellow ; Whom some old ...
Austin Dobson. As when one shuts a serious book To hear the thrushes singing . I kneel to you ! Of those you were , Whose kind old hearts grow mellow , - Whose fair old faces grow more fair As Point and Flanders yellow ; Whom some old ...
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... hear the sound of coaches ! " BEGGAR'S OPERA . EVENTEEN hundred and thirty - nine : - That was the date of this tale of mine . First great GEORGE was buried and gone ; GEORGE the Second was plodding on . LONDON then , as the " Guides ...
... hear the sound of coaches ! " BEGGAR'S OPERA . EVENTEEN hundred and thirty - nine : - That was the date of this tale of mine . First great GEORGE was buried and gone ; GEORGE the Second was plodding on . LONDON then , as the " Guides ...
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... is riper , Say - by a week . Well , Lawrence , shall we sing ? LAWRENCE . Yes , if you will . But ere I play the piper , Let him declare the prize he has to bring . JACK . Hear then , my Shepherds . Lo , AN AUTUMN IDYLL . 89.
... is riper , Say - by a week . Well , Lawrence , shall we sing ? LAWRENCE . Yes , if you will . But ere I play the piper , Let him declare the prize he has to bring . JACK . Hear then , my Shepherds . Lo , AN AUTUMN IDYLL . 89.
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Austin Dobson. JACK . Hear then , my Shepherds . Lo , to him accounted First in the song , a Pipe I will impart ; This , my Beloved , marvellously mounted , Amber and foam , a miracle of art . - LAWRENCE . Lordly the gift . O Muse of ...
Austin Dobson. JACK . Hear then , my Shepherds . Lo , to him accounted First in the song , a Pipe I will impart ; This , my Beloved , marvellously mounted , Amber and foam , a miracle of art . - LAWRENCE . Lordly the gift . O Muse of ...
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Autonoë BABETTE BALLAD BEAU BROCADE beauty Beersheba Belle Marquise BEN JONSON bird blue Boucher bright eyes brows Caliph CHALCEDONY CIRCE COUNTESS Cupid's Alley dance dear DENISE DOLLY dream E'en eyes face fair fawn that seeks flowers FRANÇOIS BOUCHER FRANK grace gray hand heart Here's a present I-no intended an Ode king more terrible kissed me to-day knew L'ÉTOILE laughing LAWRENCE lips London stones look Love comes back Love's M'sieu Madam Maid Monsieur Muse myrtle twine Naught but myrtle NINETTE NINON o'er pale pipe and flute Poets present for Rose PRINCESS Procris Pure song rhyme RONDEAU Rosina School of Coquettes seeks its mother sigh sing smile song Stand and Deliver stirred stray fawn sweet teacup-times 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...
214 psl. - Love comes back to his vacant dwelling The old, old Love that we knew of yore ! We see him stand by the open door, With his great eyes sad, and his bosom swelling. " He makes as though in our arms repelling He fain would lie, as he lay before ; Love comes back to his vacant dwelling...
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.
4 psl. - The fresher modern traces ; For idle mallet, hoop, and ball Upon the lawn were lying ; A magazine, a tumbled shawl, Round which the swifts were flying ; And, tossed beside the Guelder rose, A heap of rainbow knitting, Where, blinking in her pleased repose, A Persian cat was sitting. " A place to love in, live, for aye, If we too, like Tithonus, Could find some God to stretch the gray...
239 psl. - There is place and enough for the pains of prose ; But whenever a scent from the whitethorn blows. And the jasmine-stars...
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!
Bibliografinė informacija
| Pavadinimas | Old-world Idylls and Other Verses |
| Autorius | Austin Dobson |
| Leidimas | 3, stambus šriftas |
| Leidėjas | Kegan Paul, Trench, 1883 |
| Originalas iš | Oksfordo universitetas |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 4 spalio 2007 |
| Ilgis | 245 psl. |
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