Old-world Idylls and Other VersesK. Paul, Trench, 1889 - 252 psl. |
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... heads the stone On Leisure's grave , -now little known , A tangle of wild - rose has grown So thick across it ; The " Benefactions " still declare He left the clerk an elbow - chair , And " 12 Pence Yearly to Prepare A Christmas Posset ...
... heads the stone On Leisure's grave , -now little known , A tangle of wild - rose has grown So thick across it ; The " Benefactions " still declare He left the clerk an elbow - chair , And " 12 Pence Yearly to Prepare A Christmas Posset ...
39 psl.
... head , with half - evasive air , Start from behind the fruitage of Van Huysum , Grape - bunch and melon , nectarine and pear : — Here ' twas no Venus of Batavian city , But a French girl , young , piquante , bright , and pretty ...
... head , with half - evasive air , Start from behind the fruitage of Van Huysum , Grape - bunch and melon , nectarine and pear : — Here ' twas no Venus of Batavian city , But a French girl , young , piquante , bright , and pretty ...
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... Head set askance , and hand that shyly stretches Flowers to the passer , with a look that pleads . This was no other than Rosina surely ; - None Boucher knew could else have looked so purely . But forth her Story , for I will not tarry ...
... Head set askance , and hand that shyly stretches Flowers to the passer , with a look that pleads . This was no other than Rosina surely ; - None Boucher knew could else have looked so purely . But forth her Story , for I will not tarry ...
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... Head - dresses then , of any Fashion , Bore Names of Quality or Passion . Myrtilla tried them , almost all : ' Prudence , ' she felt , was somewhat small ; ' Retirement ' seemed the Eyes to hide ; ' Content ' at once she cast aside ...
... Head - dresses then , of any Fashion , Bore Names of Quality or Passion . Myrtilla tried them , almost all : ' Prudence , ' she felt , was somewhat small ; ' Retirement ' seemed the Eyes to hide ; ' Content ' at once she cast aside ...
65 psl.
... Head - dresses then , of any Fashion , Bore Names of Quality or Passion . Myrtilla tried them , almost all : ' Prudence , ' she felt , was somewhat small ; ' Retirement ' seemed the Eyes to hide ; " Content ' at once she cast aside ...
... Head - dresses then , of any Fashion , Bore Names of Quality or Passion . Myrtilla tried them , almost all : ' Prudence , ' she felt , was somewhat small ; ' Retirement ' seemed the Eyes to hide ; " Content ' at once she cast aside ...
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ÆGROTUS ALFRED DE MUSSET Arsène Houssaye Autonoë BABETTE BALLADE BARON BEAU BROCADE Belle Marquise bird Boucher Caliph Carlo Vanloo CHALCEDONY Charles Blanc comes COUNTESS Cupid's Alley dance Davus DENISE dream e'en Eurylochus eyes face fair fawn that seeks Flowers FRANÇOIS BOUcher FRANK galleons give us-but Yesterday grace heart Here's a present hey!-for the ripple HORTENSE intended an Ode king more terrible kissed me to-day L'ÉTOILE last year's nest London stones look Love Love's M'sieu Maid Monsieur Muse myrtle twine Naught but myrtle NINETTE NINON o'er Odysseus plants cabbages imitates Poets present for Rose Procris Pure song RONDEAU Rose kissed saw you last SCENE.-A School of Coquettes seeks its mother sigh Sing smile song stray fawn sweet terrible than Death thee THEOCRITUS THÉOPHILE Gautier There's a tear thing thou thrush Twas VIEUXBOIS VILLANELLE watch weary wind-flower yore
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