Collected PoemsK. Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, Limited, 1913 - 678 psl. |
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... Maids Uprose in the Shimmering 583 585 586 587 Light " · • · · 589 Elim O • 590 Collaboration : An Eclogue · · • 591 593 Entente Cordiale LATER POEMS : - Verses written for the Menu of the Omar Khayyam Club La Bonne Comédie In Memoriam ...
... Maids Uprose in the Shimmering 583 585 586 587 Light " · • · · 589 Elim O • 590 Collaboration : An Eclogue · · • 591 593 Entente Cordiale LATER POEMS : - Verses written for the Menu of the Omar Khayyam Club La Bonne Comédie In Memoriam ...
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... maids would use , Even in " Forty , " to clear the flues ; And a couple of silver buttons , the Squire Gave her , away in Devonshire . These she wadded - for want of better- With the B - SH - P of L - ND - N'S " Pastoral Letter ...
... maids would use , Even in " Forty , " to clear the flues ; And a couple of silver buttons , the Squire Gave her , away in Devonshire . These she wadded - for want of better- With the B - SH - P of L - ND - N'S " Pastoral Letter ...
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... Maids would bid you ply your Wings , You find Excuse to stay ! " THE COUNTESS . Famous ! He earned whate'er he got : - But there's some sequel , is there not ? THE BARON ( turning the page ) . I think not.-No. Unless ' tis this : My ...
... Maids would bid you ply your Wings , You find Excuse to stay ! " THE COUNTESS . Famous ! He earned whate'er he got : - But there's some sequel , is there not ? THE BARON ( turning the page ) . I think not.-No. Unless ' tis this : My ...
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... maid darted ; Swooped on the boy , as swoops a kite Upon a rover chicken , And bore him sourly off , despite His well - directed kicking . The girl stood silent , with a look Too subtle to unravel , Then , with a sudden gesture took The ...
... maid darted ; Swooped on the boy , as swoops a kite Upon a rover chicken , And bore him sourly off , despite His well - directed kicking . The girl stood silent , with a look Too subtle to unravel , Then , with a sudden gesture took The ...
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... maid . The great Gargilius , then , behold ! His " long - bow " hunting tales of old Are now but duller ; Fair Neobule too ! Is not One Hebrus here - from Aldershot ? Be wise . Aha , you colour ! There old Canidia sits ; No doubt she's ...
... maid . The great Gargilius , then , behold ! His " long - bow " hunting tales of old Are now but duller ; Fair Neobule too ! Is not One Hebrus here - from Aldershot ? Be wise . Aha , you colour ! There old Canidia sits ; No doubt she's ...
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Ann Radcliffe Autonoë BALLAD Bard BEAU BEAU BROCADE beauty beneath bird blue Caliph CARDENIO cheek Child comes Cupid's Alley Cyclops dance dead dear DENISE Dolly doubt dreams E'en eyes face fair fancy fate flowers garden grace green grew hair hand head heard heart hope jelick JOLICŒUR knew ladies of St LADY laughing light lips little Blue-Ribbons look Love Love's LYRE maid Megalopolis MOLIÈRE Molly Trefusis Monsieur morning Muse naught o'er old Sedan chair OMAR KHAYYÁM once pain pass Perchance Phyllida play POET poor POPE praise PROCRIS pure song rhyme Rose round Savignac scarce seemed sing smile song soul Squire stirred strange surely sweet tale tears thee Theocritus There's thing thou thought thrush to-day turned Twas twixt verse wait watch weary wind-flowers words yore young youth
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