Old-world Idylls and Other VersesK. Paul, Trench, 1889 - 252 psl. |
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... rest of rhymes as well ; You were 66 Reine , " and " Mère d'Amour " ; You were " Vénus à Cythère " ; " Sappho mise en Pompadour , " And " Minerve en Parabère " ; You had every grace of heaven In your most angelic face , With the ...
... rest of rhymes as well ; You were 66 Reine , " and " Mère d'Amour " ; You were " Vénus à Cythère " ; " Sappho mise en Pompadour , " And " Minerve en Parabère " ; You had every grace of heaven In your most angelic face , With the ...
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... —by all the Muses ! Peste ! He ' s off , post - haste , to tell the rest . No matter . Laugh , Sir Dunce , to - day ; Next time ' twill be my turn to play . THE SONG OUT OF SEASON . " Point de culte 58 PROVERBS IN PORCELAIN .
... —by all the Muses ! Peste ! He ' s off , post - haste , to tell the rest . No matter . Laugh , Sir Dunce , to - day ; Next time ' twill be my turn to play . THE SONG OUT OF SEASON . " Point de culte 58 PROVERBS IN PORCELAIN .
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... rest , But cannot comfortably show it . You thought , no doubt , the garden - scent Brings back some brief - winged bright sensation Of love that came and love that went , - Some fragrance of a lost flirtation , Born when the cuckoo ...
... rest , But cannot comfortably show it . You thought , no doubt , the garden - scent Brings back some brief - winged bright sensation Of love that came and love that went , - Some fragrance of a lost flirtation , Born when the cuckoo ...
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... rest , would seem to be Or proud , or dull - this Dorothy . Poor child with heart the down - lined nest Of warmest instincts unconfest , Soft , callow things that vaguely felt The breeze caress , the sunlight melt , But yet , by some ...
... rest , would seem to be Or proud , or dull - this Dorothy . Poor child with heart the down - lined nest Of warmest instincts unconfest , Soft , callow things that vaguely felt The breeze caress , the sunlight melt , But yet , by some ...
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... care Not a whit for rest or hush ; But the leaves , the lyric gush , And the wing - power , and the rush Of the air . So I dare not woo you , Sweet , For a day , Lest I lose you in a flash , As I 118 VIGNETTES IN RHYME .
... care Not a whit for rest or hush ; But the leaves , the lyric gush , And the wing - power , and the rush Of the air . So I dare not woo you , Sweet , For a day , Lest I lose you in a flash , As I 118 VIGNETTES IN RHYME .
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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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