Collected PoemsK. Paul, Trench, Trübner, 1907 - 568 psl. |
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... Child - Musician The Cradle • Before Sedan . The Forgotten Grave My Landlady . Before the Curtain A Nightingale in Kensington Gardens MISCELLANEOUS PIECES : - A Song of the Four Seasons The Paradox of Time To a Greek Girl . • FAGE • 104 ...
... Child - Musician The Cradle • Before Sedan . The Forgotten Grave My Landlady . Before the Curtain A Nightingale in Kensington Gardens MISCELLANEOUS PIECES : - A Song of the Four Seasons The Paradox of Time To a Greek Girl . • FAGE • 104 ...
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... - Tortoise A Roman Round - Robin . Verses to Order A Legacy • " Little Blue - Ribbons " Lines to a Stupid Picture A Fairy Tale To a Child · • 258 260 • " 263 265 267 269 271 273 275 277 AT THE SIGN OF THE LYRE ( continued ) : CONTENTS.
... - Tortoise A Roman Round - Robin . Verses to Order A Legacy • " Little Blue - Ribbons " Lines to a Stupid Picture A Fairy Tale To a Child · • 258 260 • " 263 265 267 269 271 273 275 277 AT THE SIGN OF THE LYRE ( continued ) : CONTENTS.
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... child of Hudson's make , Stiffly at ease beside a lake With swans and willows . I keep her later semblance placed Beside my desk , - ' tis lawned and laced , In shadowy sanguine stipple traced By Bartolozzi ; A placid face , in which ...
... child of Hudson's make , Stiffly at ease beside a lake With swans and willows . I keep her later semblance placed Beside my desk , - ' tis lawned and laced , In shadowy sanguine stipple traced By Bartolozzi ; A placid face , in which ...
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... after Showed like an Omphale in lion's case ; Gay as a thrush , that from the morning dew Pipes to the light its clear " Réveillez - vous , " Just a mere child with sudden ebullitions , Flashes of 38 OLD - WORLD IDYLLS.
... after Showed like an Omphale in lion's case ; Gay as a thrush , that from the morning dew Pipes to the light its clear " Réveillez - vous , " Just a mere child with sudden ebullitions , Flashes of 38 OLD - WORLD IDYLLS.
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Austin Dobson. Just a mere child with sudden ebullitions , Flashes of fun , and little bursts of song , Petulant pains , and fleeting pale contritions , Mute little moods of misery and wrong ; Only a child , of Nature's rarest making ...
Austin Dobson. Just a mere child with sudden ebullitions , Flashes of fun , and little bursts of song , Petulant pains , and fleeting pale contritions , Mute little moods of misery and wrong ; Only a child , of Nature's rarest making ...
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Autonoë BABETTE backswords BALLAD Bard BEAU BEAU BROCADE beauty Belle Marquise beside bird Boucher Caliph CARDENIO cheek comes Cupid's Alley Cyclops dance dead dear Dolly doubt dreams E'en eyes face fair fancy fate flowers François Boucher FRANK garden grace gray green grow hair hand hear heart JOLICŒUR knew LADY laughing light lips little Blue-Ribbons London stones look Love's LYRE Madame maid MOLIÈRE Molly Trefusis Monsieur Muse naught NINETTE NINON o'er old Sedan chair OMAR OMAR KHAYYÁM once pain pass pause perchance Phyllida pipe played POET praise Pure song quoth rhyme Rose round scarce Sedan chair sing smile song stirred surely sweet tale tears thee THEOCRITUS There's thine thing thou thought thrush to-day truth turn Twas twixt verses wait watch weary wind-flowers words yore young
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