Vignettes in rhyme and vers de société, 585 leidimas |
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... muses misbegot ; - A Versailles Eden of cosmetic youth , Wherein most things went naked , save the Truth . Once , only once , -perhaps the last night's revels Palled in the after - taste , our Boucher sighed For that first beauty ...
... muses misbegot ; - A Versailles Eden of cosmetic youth , Wherein most things went naked , save the Truth . Once , only once , -perhaps the last night's revels Palled in the after - taste , our Boucher sighed For that first beauty ...
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... . Hear then , my Shepherds . Lo , to him accounted First in the song , a Pipe I will impart ; This , my Beloved , marvellously mounted , Amber and foam , a miracle of art . LAWRENCE . Lordly the gift . O Muse of many An Autumn Idyll .
... . Hear then , my Shepherds . Lo , to him accounted First in the song , a Pipe I will impart ; This , my Beloved , marvellously mounted , Amber and foam , a miracle of art . LAWRENCE . Lordly the gift . O Muse of many An Autumn Idyll .
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Henry Austin Dobson. LAWRENCE . Lordly the gift . O Muse of many numbers Grant me a soft alliterative song ! FRANK . Me too , O Muse ! And when the Umpire slumbers , Sting him with gnats a summer evening long . LAWRENCE . Not in a cot ...
Henry Austin Dobson. LAWRENCE . Lordly the gift . O Muse of many numbers Grant me a soft alliterative song ! FRANK . Me too , O Muse ! And when the Umpire slumbers , Sting him with gnats a summer evening long . LAWRENCE . Not in a cot ...
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... Muse ! As ladies will , She sometimes wearies of her wooer ; A goddess , yet a woman still , She flies the more that we pursue her ; In short , with worst as well as best , Five months in six , your hapless poet Is just as prosy as the ...
... Muse ! As ladies will , She sometimes wearies of her wooer ; A goddess , yet a woman still , She flies the more that we pursue her ; In short , with worst as well as best , Five months in six , your hapless poet Is just as prosy as the ...
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... muse , let's go at once to Jay's , And order mourning . We must reform our rhymes , my Dear , Renounce the gay for the severe , Be grave , not witty ; We have , no more , the right to find GROWING GRAY, GROWING GRAY, GROWING GRAY,
... muse , let's go at once to Jay's , And order mourning . We must reform our rhymes , my Dear , Renounce the gay for the severe , Be grave , not witty ; We have , no more , the right to find GROWING GRAY, GROWING GRAY, GROWING GRAY,
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Vignettes in Rhyme, and Vers de Societe. (Now First Collected.) Austin Dobson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1873 |
Vignettes in Rhyme, and Vers de Societe. (Now First Collected.) Austin Dobson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1873 |
Vignettes in Rhyme And Vers de Société : (now First Collected) Austin Dobson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1873 |
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asked Beauty Belle Marquise beside bird Boucher bright bring cheek comes dance dead dear doubt dream drop dust eyes face faded fail fair fate feel feet fingers flowers FRANK garden girl Give gone grace gray green grew grief grow hair Half hand head hear heart Heaven hold JACK John kissed knew Lady LAWRENCE least leaves letter light lips look mouth Muse never once pain passed past play poor rest Rose round scarce seek seemed shade sick sing smile soft song soul sound Spring stands stirred summer surely sweet tears thing thou thought Till trace true turned VIII wait wall watch young youth
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