Vignettes in rhyme and vers de société, 585 leidimas |
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... don't think that I thought of much Before we knew each other , I and you ; And now , why , John , your least , least Finger - touch , Gives me enough to think a Summer through . See , for I send you Something ! There , A Dead Letter . 5.
... don't think that I thought of much Before we knew each other , I and you ; And now , why , John , your least , least Finger - touch , Gives me enough to think a Summer through . See , for I send you Something ! There , A Dead Letter . 5.
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... summer doze ; He never troubled his repose With fruitless prying ; But held , as law for high and low , What God conceals no man can know , And smiled away inquiry so , Without replying . X. We read - alas , how much we read 14 A ...
... summer doze ; He never troubled his repose With fruitless prying ; But held , as law for high and low , What God conceals no man can know , And smiled away inquiry so , Without replying . X. We read - alas , how much we read 14 A ...
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... summer when the nation swam , Aimless and easy as a wayward feather , Down the full tide of jest and epigram ; A careless time , when France's bluest blood Beat to the tune of ' After us the flood . ' Plain Roland still was placidly ...
... summer when the nation swam , Aimless and easy as a wayward feather , Down the full tide of jest and epigram ; A careless time , when France's bluest blood Beat to the tune of ' After us the flood . ' Plain Roland still was placidly ...
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... summer ; Father was lame , and mother lately dead ; Bread was so dear , and , oh ! but want was bitter , Would Monsieur pay to have her for a sitter ? Men called her pretty . ' Boucher looked a minute : Yes , she was pretty ; and her ...
... summer ; Father was lame , and mother lately dead ; Bread was so dear , and , oh ! but want was bitter , Would Monsieur pay to have her for a sitter ? Men called her pretty . ' Boucher looked a minute : Yes , she was pretty ; and her ...
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... summer weather , With the shining Loire below ? V. Nooked secluded from espial , Did Love slip and snare them so , While the hours danced round the dial To the sound of flute and viol , In that pleasant old château ? VI . Did it happen ...
... summer weather , With the shining Loire below ? V. Nooked secluded from espial , Did Love slip and snare them so , While the hours danced round the dial To the sound of flute and viol , In that pleasant old château ? VI . Did it happen ...
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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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69 psl. - FRANK. If I were you, when persons I affected, Wait for three hours to take me down to Kew, I would, at least, pretend I recollected, If I were you ! NELLIE. If I were you, when ladies are so lavish, Sir, as to keep me every waltz but two, I would not dance with odious Miss M'Tavish If I were you ! FRANK. If I were you, who vow you cannot suffer Whiff of the best, the mildest "honey-dew," I would not dance with smoke-consuming Puffer, If I were you l NELLIE.
45 psl. - When you enter in a room, It is stirred With the wayward, flashing flight Of a bird ; And you speak and bring with you Leaf and sun-ray, bud and blue, And the wind-breath and the dew, At a word. When you called to me my name, Then again When I heard your single cry In the lane, All the sound was as the "sweet" Which the birds to birds repeat In their thank-song to the heat After rain.
142 psl. - Merry and tragical ! tedious and brief ! That is, hot ice and wondrous strange snow. How shall we find the concord of this discord ? Phil. A play there is, my lord, some ten words long Which, is as brief as I have known a play ; But by ten words, my lord, it is too long, Which makes...
3 psl. - Lie softly, Leisure ! Doubtless you, With too serene a conscience drew Your easy breath, and slumbered through The gravest issue ; But we, to whom our age allows Scarce space to wipe our weary brows, Look down upon your narrow house, Old friend, and miss you ! A GENTLEWOMAN OF THE OLD SCHOOL.
2 psl. - Once he had loved, but failed to wed, A red-cheeked lass who long was dead; His ways were far too slow, he said, To quite forget her; And still when time had turned him gray, The earliest hawthorn buds in May Would find his lingering feet astray, Where first he met her. "In Colo Quies" heads the stone On Leisure's grave, now little known, A tangle of wild-rose has grown So thick across it; The "Benefactions" still declare He left the clerk an elbow-chair, And "12 Pence Yearly to Prepare A Christmas...
49 psl. - read " three hours. Both notes and text Were fast a mist becoming ; In bounced a vagrant bee, perplexed, And filled the room with humming, Then out. The casement's leafage sways, And, parted light, discloses Miss Di., with hat and book, a maze Of muslin mixed with roses. " You're reading Greek?" " I am and you?" " O, mine's a mere romancer ! "
69 psl. - NELLIE. IF I were you, when ladies at the play, sir, Beckon and nod, a melodrama through, I would not turn abstractedly away, sir, If I were you ! FRANK. If I were you, when persons I affected, Wait for three hours to take me down to Kew, I would, at least, pretend I recollected, If I were you ! NELLIE. If I were you, when ladies are so lavish, Sir, as to keep me every waltz but two, I would not dance with odious Miss M'Tavish If I were you ! FRANK.
1 psl. - We read alas, how much we read ! The jumbled strifes of creed and creed With endless controversies feed Our groaning tables ; His books and they sufficed him were Cotton's "Montaigne," "The Grave" of Blair, A "Walton" much the worse for wear And "^Esop's Fables.