Old-world Idylls, and Other VersesK. Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, Limited, 1883 - 245 psl. |
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... King's evidence , sad to state ; — But JOHN was never immaculate . As for the BEAU , he was duly tried , When his wound was healed , at Whitsuntide ; Served - for a day — as the last of " sights , " To the world of St. James's - Street ...
... King's evidence , sad to state ; — But JOHN was never immaculate . As for the BEAU , he was duly tried , When his wound was healed , at Whitsuntide ; Served - for a day — as the last of " sights , " To the world of St. James's - Street ...
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... king . For these were yet the days of halcyon weather , — A " Martin's summer " , when the nation swam , Aimless and easy as a wayward feather , Down the full tide of jest and epigram ; — A careless time , when France's bluest blood ...
... king . For these were yet the days of halcyon weather , — A " Martin's summer " , when the nation swam , Aimless and easy as a wayward feather , Down the full tide of jest and epigram ; — A careless time , when France's bluest blood ...
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... Kings must have slaves ; Kings climb to eminence Over men's graves : So this man's eye is dim ; — Throw the earth over him . What was the white you touched , There , at his side ? Paper his hand had clutched Tight ere he died ...
... Kings must have slaves ; Kings climb to eminence Over men's graves : So this man's eye is dim ; — Throw the earth over him . What was the white you touched , There , at his side ? Paper his hand had clutched Tight ere he died ...
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... King of Topers " they had traced . Yet but a King of Sleep he seemed at best , With wine - bag cheeks that bulged upon his breast A CASE OF CAMEOS . 187.
... King of Topers " they had traced . Yet but a King of Sleep he seemed at best , With wine - bag cheeks that bulged upon his breast A CASE OF CAMEOS . 187.
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... King David before him , Yet he felt as he spoke that a something stole o'er him ; And his soul grew as glass , and his anger passed from it As the vapours that pass from the Pool of Mahomet . And the doom seemed to hang on the palace no ...
... King David before him , Yet he felt as he spoke that a something stole o'er him ; And his soul grew as glass , and his anger passed from it As the vapours that pass from the Pool of Mahomet . And the doom seemed to hang on the palace no ...
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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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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!