Old-world Idylls and Other VersesKegan Paul, Trench, 1883 - 245 psl. |
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... tears of suppliance besought her Leave to immortalize a face so fair ; Praised and cajoled so craftily that straightway Voici Rosina , -standing at his gateway . Shy at the first , in time Rosina's laughter Rang through the studio as ...
... tears of suppliance besought her Leave to immortalize a face so fair ; Praised and cajoled so craftily that straightway Voici Rosina , -standing at his gateway . Shy at the first , in time Rosina's laughter Rang through the studio as ...
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... tear - drop shone , Just for a second a dull feeling mocked him With a vague sense of something priceless gone ; Then , for at best ' twas but the empty type , The husk of man with which the days were ripe , - Then , he forgot her ...
... tear - drop shone , Just for a second a dull feeling mocked him With a vague sense of something priceless gone ; Then , for at best ' twas but the empty type , The husk of man with which the days were ripe , - Then , he forgot her ...
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... Tears : I know his verses breathed A fine funereal air of biers , And objects cypress - wreathed ; - Indeed , his tried acquaintance fled An ode he named " The Sheeted Dead . " In these light moods , I call to mind , THE MISOGYNIST ...
... Tears : I know his verses breathed A fine funereal air of biers , And objects cypress - wreathed ; - Indeed , his tried acquaintance fled An ode he named " The Sheeted Dead . " In these light moods , I call to mind , THE MISOGYNIST ...
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... planned ; Note specially the gray old Guard , Who tears his tattered coat to wrap A closer bandage round the scarred And frozen comrade in his lap ; - But , as regards the present war , Now A VIRTUOSO . 127 A Virtuoso.
... planned ; Note specially the gray old Guard , Who tears his tattered coat to wrap A closer bandage round the scarred And frozen comrade in his lap ; - But , as regards the present war , Now A VIRTUOSO . 127 A Virtuoso.
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... ; Fair Neobule too ! Is not One Hebrus here - from Aldershot ? Aha , you colour ! Be wise . There old Canidia sits ; No doubt she's tearing you to bits . And look , dyspeptic , brave , and kind , 134 VIGNETTES IN RHYME .
... ; Fair Neobule too ! Is not One Hebrus here - from Aldershot ? Aha , you colour ! Be wise . There old Canidia sits ; No doubt she's tearing you to bits . And look , dyspeptic , brave , and kind , 134 VIGNETTES IN RHYME .
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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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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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