Collected PoemsK. Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, Limited, 1913 - 678 psl. |
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... o'er land and sea With careless parting ; He found it quite enough for him To smoke his pipe in " garden trim , " And watch , about the fish tank's brim , The swallows darting . He liked the well - wheel's creaking tongue , — He liked ...
... o'er land and sea With careless parting ; He found it quite enough for him To smoke his pipe in " garden trim , " And watch , about the fish tank's brim , The swallows darting . He liked the well - wheel's creaking tongue , — He liked ...
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... o'er , They changed him - like a Louis - d'or . " ( " Aves , " and current coinage ! O ! - O shade of NICOLAS BOILEAU ! ) " Bird , Beast , or River he became : With Women it was much the same . In Ovid Case to Case succeeds ; But Names ...
... o'er , They changed him - like a Louis - d'or . " ( " Aves , " and current coinage ! O ! - O shade of NICOLAS BOILEAU ! ) " Bird , Beast , or River he became : With Women it was much the same . In Ovid Case to Case succeeds ; But Names ...
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... o'er , ” — We rarely saw him smile ; And , e'en when none was looking on , His air was always woe - begone . He kept , I think , his bosom bare To imitate Jean Paul ; His solitary topics were Esthetics , Fate , and Soul ; - Although at ...
... o'er , ” — We rarely saw him smile ; And , e'en when none was looking on , His air was always woe - begone . He kept , I think , his bosom bare To imitate Jean Paul ; His solitary topics were Esthetics , Fate , and Soul ; - Although at ...
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... o'er ; Or told how in his chambers lurked A watch - guard intricately worked . Then worse again . He tried to dress ; He trimmed his tragic mane ; Announced at length ( to our distress ) He had not " lived in vain " ; - Thenceforth his ...
... o'er ; Or told how in his chambers lurked A watch - guard intricately worked . Then worse again . He tried to dress ; He trimmed his tragic mane ; Announced at length ( to our distress ) He had not " lived in vain " ; - Thenceforth his ...
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... the paths a dainty Beauty stept , That swung a flower , and , smiling , hummed a tune , - Before whose feet a barking spaniel leapt . O'er her blue dress an endless blossom strayed ; About 140 VIGNETTES IN RHYME The Sundial.
... the paths a dainty Beauty stept , That swung a flower , and , smiling , hummed a tune , - Before whose feet a barking spaniel leapt . O'er her blue dress an endless blossom strayed ; About 140 VIGNETTES IN RHYME The Sundial.
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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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