Vignettes in rhyme and vers de société, 585 leidimas |
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... storing Apples , Prue and Me Up to our Elbows making Damson Jam : But we shall meet before a Week is gone , - " ' Tis a long Lane that has no Turning , " John ! ' Only till Sunday next , and then you'll wait 4 A Dead Letter .
... storing Apples , Prue and Me Up to our Elbows making Damson Jam : But we shall meet before a Week is gone , - " ' Tis a long Lane that has no Turning , " John ! ' Only till Sunday next , and then you'll wait 4 A Dead Letter .
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Henry Austin Dobson. ' Only till Sunday next , and then you'll wait Behind the White - Thorn , by the broken Stile- We can go round and catch them at the Gate , All to ourselves , for nearly one long Mile ; Dear Prue won't look , and ...
Henry Austin Dobson. ' Only till Sunday next , and then you'll wait Behind the White - Thorn , by the broken Stile- We can go round and catch them at the Gate , All to ourselves , for nearly one long Mile ; Dear Prue won't look , and ...
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... Waits , with wrung lip and interwoven fingers . No , not a sign . Already with the Painter . Grace and the nymphs began recovered reign ; Truth was no more , and Nature , waxing fainter , Paled to the old sick Artifice again . Seeing ...
... Waits , with wrung lip and interwoven fingers . No , not a sign . Already with the Painter . Grace and the nymphs began recovered reign ; Truth was no more , and Nature , waxing fainter , Paled to the old sick Artifice again . Seeing ...
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... waited long . Sublime or graceful , -grave , satiric ? A Morris Greek - and - Gothic song ? A tender Tennysonian lyric ? Tell me . That garden - seat shall be , So long as speech renown disperses , Illustrious as the spot where he The ...
... waited long . Sublime or graceful , -grave , satiric ? A Morris Greek - and - Gothic song ? A tender Tennysonian lyric ? Tell me . That garden - seat shall be , So long as speech renown disperses , Illustrious as the spot where he The ...
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... 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 TU QUOQUE, TU QUOQUE, TU QUOQUE,
... 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 TU QUOQUE, TU QUOQUE, TU QUOQUE,
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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.