Collected PoemsK. Paul, Trench, Trübner, 1907 - 568 psl. |
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... true , Succumbed to Routs and Cards , or grew Devout and acid . But hers was neither fate . She came Of good west - country folk , whose fame Has faded now . For us her name Is " Madam Placid . " Patience or Prudence , -what you will ...
... true , Succumbed to Routs and Cards , or grew Devout and acid . But hers was neither fate . She came Of good west - country folk , whose fame Has faded now . For us her name Is " Madam Placid . " Patience or Prudence , -what you will ...
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... true . " Est - ce que vous l'aimes ? " Never answer made he ! Ah , for the old love fighting with the new ! " Est - ce que vous l'aimez ? " sobbed Rosina's sor- row . " Bon ! " murmured Boucher ; " she will come to - morrow . " How like ...
... true . " Est - ce que vous l'aimes ? " Never answer made he ! Ah , for the old love fighting with the new ! " Est - ce que vous l'aimez ? " sobbed Rosina's sor- row . " Bon ! " murmured Boucher ; " she will come to - morrow . " How like ...
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... true , I mean ? Who said it ? NINETTE . Sister SERAPHINE . She was so pious and so good , With such sad eyes beneath her hood , And such poor little feet , -all bare ! Her 63 THE SECRETS OF THE HEART The Secrets of the Heart.
... true , I mean ? Who said it ? NINETTE . Sister SERAPHINE . She was so pious and so good , With such sad eyes beneath her hood , And such poor little feet , -all bare ! Her 63 THE SECRETS OF THE HEART The Secrets of the Heart.
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... true men , you know ! NINETTE . And then ? NINON . Why , if that could occur , What kind of man should you prefer ? NINETTE . What looks , you mean ? NINON . Looks , voice and all . NINETTE . Well , as to that , he must 64 PROVERBS IN ...
... true men , you know ! NINETTE . And then ? NINON . Why , if that could occur , What kind of man should you prefer ? NINETTE . What looks , you mean ? NINON . Looks , voice and all . NINETTE . Well , as to that , he must 64 PROVERBS IN ...
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... true . JACK . " Souvent femme varie , " as a rule , is truer ; Flattered , I'm sure , but both of you romance . Happy to further suit of either wooer , Merely observing - you haven't got a chance . LAWRENCE . Yes . But the Pipe- FRANK ...
... true . JACK . " Souvent femme varie , " as a rule , is truer ; Flattered , I'm sure , but both of you romance . Happy to further suit of either wooer , Merely observing - you haven't got a chance . LAWRENCE . Yes . But the Pipe- FRANK ...
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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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