Old-world Idylls and Other VersesK. Paul, Trench, 1889 - 252 psl. |
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... pains , and fleeting pale contritions , Mute little moods of misery and wrong ; Only a child , of Nature's rarest making , Wistful and sweet , —and with a heart for breaking ! Day after day the little loving creature Came and returned ...
... pains , and fleeting pale contritions , Mute little moods of misery and wrong ; Only a child , of Nature's rarest making , Wistful and sweet , —and with a heart for breaking ! Day after day the little loving creature Came and returned ...
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... painful truth - at times , to him , Whose jog - trot thought is nowise restive , " A primrose by a river's brim " Is absolutely unsuggestive . The fickle Muse ! As ladies will , She sometimes wearies of her wooer ; A goddess , yet a ...
... painful truth - at times , to him , Whose jog - trot thought is nowise restive , " A primrose by a river's brim " Is absolutely unsuggestive . The fickle Muse ! As ladies will , She sometimes wearies of her wooer ; A goddess , yet a ...
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... a sun , has set ; And Ruth , Heaven bless her , Ruth that I wooed , —and wooed in vain , Has gone where neither grief nor pain Can now distress her . DOROTHY . A RÊVERIE SUGGESTED BY THE NAME UPON A 112 VIGNETTES IN RHYME .
... a sun , has set ; And Ruth , Heaven bless her , Ruth that I wooed , —and wooed in vain , Has gone where neither grief nor pain Can now distress her . DOROTHY . A RÊVERIE SUGGESTED BY THE NAME UPON A 112 VIGNETTES IN RHYME .
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... pain nor ease , But death not yet . Outside a woman talked- His wife she was - whose clicking needles sped To faded phrases of complaint that balked My rising words of comfort . Overhead , A cage that hung amid the jasmine stars ...
... pain nor ease , But death not yet . Outside a woman talked- His wife she was - whose clicking needles sped To faded phrases of complaint that balked My rising words of comfort . Overhead , A cage that hung amid the jasmine stars ...
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... . " Ah , if beside the dead Slumbered the pain ! Ah , if the hearts that bled Slept with the slain ! If the grief died ; —But no ; - Death will not have it so . Σ O THE FORGOTTEN GRAVE . A SKETCH IN A CEMETERY BEFORE SEDAN . 161.
... . " Ah , if beside the dead Slumbered the pain ! Ah , if the hearts that bled Slept with the slain ! If the grief died ; —But no ; - Death will not have it so . Σ O THE FORGOTTEN GRAVE . A SKETCH IN A CEMETERY BEFORE SEDAN . 161.
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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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