Vignettes in rhyme and vers de société, 585 leidimas |
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... tears of suppliance besought her Leave to immortalize a face so fair ; Praised and cajoled so craftily that straightway Voici Rosina , -standing at his gateway . Shy at the first , in time Rosina's laughter Rang through the studio as ...
... tears of suppliance besought her Leave to immortalize a face so fair ; Praised and cajoled so craftily that straightway Voici Rosina , -standing at his gateway . Shy at the first , in time Rosina's laughter Rang through the studio as ...
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... tear - drop shone , — Just for a second a dull feeling mocked him . With a vague sense of something priceless gone ; Then , for at best ' twas but the empty type , The husk of man with which the days were ripe , — -- Then , he forgot ...
... tear - drop shone , — Just for a second a dull feeling mocked him . With a vague sense of something priceless gone ; Then , for at best ' twas but the empty type , The husk of man with which the days were ripe , — -- Then , he forgot ...
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... tears of blood . * * * XX . Did they hunt him to his hiding , Tracking traces in the snow ? Did they tempt him out , confiding , Shoot him ruthless down , deriding , By the ruined old château ? XXI . Left to lie , with thin lips resting ...
... tears of blood . * * * XX . Did they hunt him to his hiding , Tracking traces in the snow ? Did they tempt him out , confiding , Shoot him ruthless down , deriding , By the ruined old château ? XXI . Left to lie , with thin lips resting ...
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... tears his tattered coat to wrap A closer bandage round the scarred And frozen comrade in his lap ; — But , as regards the present war , - Now don't you think our pride of pence Goes - may I say it ? -somewhat far For objects of ...
... tears his tattered coat to wrap A closer bandage round the scarred And frozen comrade in his lap ; — But , as regards the present war , - Now don't you think our pride of pence Goes - may I say it ? -somewhat far For objects of ...
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... vow Affects us keenly ; Yet , trifling though my act appears , Your Sternes would make it ground for tears ; — One can't disturb the dust of years , And smile serenely . IV . ' My golden locks ' are gray and A Gage d'Amour . 117.
... vow Affects us keenly ; Yet , trifling though my act appears , Your Sternes would make it ground for tears ; — One can't disturb the dust of years , And smile serenely . IV . ' My golden locks ' are gray and A Gage d'Amour . 117.
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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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ÆGROTUS beautiful Belle Marquise bird Boucher bright bright eyes cheek CLAUDE TILLIER Cynics dance dead dear Dorothy dream Dryasdust dust eyes face faded fair fancy fate feel feet fingers flash Flowers François Boucher FRANK garden Georgian era girl grace gray grew grief grow hair hand hast thou head hear heart Heaven JACK kissed knew Lady Lady's last poet last year's nest LAWRENCE Libanius light lips look Love's Lucile maid MOLIÈRE mourn mouth Muse NELLIE nut-brown maid once pain pale Peeped PIERO DI COSIMO Pipe Plato poor PROCRIS rest ringdoves Rose Rosina round Savignac scarce seemed shade sing Sir Hue slumbered smile SONG OF ANGIOLA soul Spring spurtle stirred sweet tears thee thing thought thrush turned Twas twice-told tales twixt VIII wait watched weary words 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.