Vignettes in Rhyme and Vers de SociétéH.S. King, 1875 - 220 psl. |
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... rest of rhymes as well ; You were ' Reine , ' and ' Mère d'Amour ; ' You were Vénus à Cythère ; ' ' Sappho mise en Pompadour , AndMinerve en Parabère ; ' You had every grace of heaven In your most angelic face , With the nameless finer ...
... rest of rhymes as well ; You were ' Reine , ' and ' Mère d'Amour ; ' You were Vénus à Cythère ; ' ' Sappho mise en Pompadour , AndMinerve en Parabère ; ' You had every grace of heaven In your most angelic face , With the nameless finer ...
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... rest or hush ; But the leaves , the lyric gush , And the wing - power , and the rush Of the air . IX . So I dare not woo you , Sweet , For a day , Lest I lose you in a flash , As I may ; Did I tell you tender things , You would shake ...
... rest or hush ; But the leaves , the lyric gush , And the wing - power , and the rush Of the air . IX . So I dare not woo you , Sweet , For a day , Lest I lose you in a flash , As I may ; Did I tell you tender things , You would shake ...
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... more that we pursue her ; In short , with worst as well as best , Five months in six , your hapless poet Is just as prosy as the rest , But cannot comfortably show it . VIII . You thought , no doubt , the garden A Garden Idyll . 79.
... more that we pursue her ; In short , with worst as well as best , Five months in six , your hapless poet Is just as prosy as the rest , But cannot comfortably show it . VIII . You thought , no doubt , the garden A Garden Idyll . 79.
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... situated , I , As nought can serve the telling , Decline to specify ; - Enough ' twas neither haunted , Entailed , nor out of date ; I put up ' Tenant Wanted , ' And left the rest to Fate . II . Then , Rose , you passed the window AD ROSAM,
... situated , I , As nought can serve the telling , Decline to specify ; - Enough ' twas neither haunted , Entailed , nor out of date ; I put up ' Tenant Wanted , ' And left the rest to Fate . II . Then , Rose , you passed the window AD ROSAM,
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... rest is quoted . ' If Love can look with all - prophetic eye , ' — ( Ah , if he could , how many would be single ! ) , ' If truly spirit unto spirit cry , ' — ( The ears of some most terribly must tingle ! ) ' Then I have dreamed you ...
... rest is quoted . ' If Love can look with all - prophetic eye , ' — ( Ah , if he could , how many would be single ! ) , ' If truly spirit unto spirit cry , ' — ( The ears of some most terribly must tingle ! ) ' Then I have dreamed you ...
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ÆGROTUS art thou beautiful beaux Belle Marquise bird Boucher bright bright eyes Cephalus cerises cheek Cynics dance dead dear Dorothy dreams eyes face faded fair fancy fate feel feet fingers Flowers François Boucher FRANK garden gone grace gray grief grow hair hand HARVARD COLLEGE heart Heaven Humanum est errare JACK kissed knew Lady Lady's LAISSEZ FAIRE Lancet last year's nest LAWRENCE light lips look Love's Lucile maid Mournful mouth Muse NELLIE NOTE Nymphs once orchard wall pain pale Peeped Pipe Plato POET poor PROCRIS rest Rose Rosina round Savignac scarce seemed shade sing Sir Hue Slumbered smile soft SONG OF ANGIOLA soul Spring spurtle stirred sweet swinger tears tender thee thing thought thrush turned Twas twixt vers de société Vignettes in Rhyme VIII wait watch weary words youth
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83 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.
85 psl. - FRANK. No, — I remain. To stay and fight a duel Seems, on the whole, the proper thing to do — Ah, you are strong, — I would not then be cruel, If I were you ! NELLIE. One does not like one's feelings to be doubted, — FRANK.
59 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.
17 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.
16 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...
136 psl. - if,' in truth — I can recall with what gay youth, To what light chorus, Unsobered yet by time or change, We roamed the many-gabled Grange, All life before us ; Braved the old clock-tower's dust and damp To catch the dim Arthurian camp In misty distance ; Peered at the still-room's sacred stores, Or rapped at walls for sliding doors Of feigned existence.
65 psl. - But hear, — the next's in stronger style : The Cynic School asserted That two red lips which part and smile May not be controverted ! " She smiled once more — "My book, I find, Observes some modern doctors Would make the Cynics out a .kind Of album-verse concoctors." Then I— "Why not? ' Ephesian law, No less than time's tradition, Enjoined fair speech on all who saw Diana's apparition.
15 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.
13 psl. - His were the times of Paint and Patch, And yet no Ranelagh could match The sober doves that round his thatch Spread tails and sidled; He liked their ruffling, puffed content; For him their drowsy wheelings meant More than a Mall of Beaux that bent, Or Belles that bridled. Not that, in truth, when life began He shunned the flutter of the fan; He too had maybe " pinked his man " In Beauty's quarrel; But now his
114 psl. - Gyges' ship comes back. So with the rest. Who will may trace Behind the new each elder face Defined as clearly ; Science proceeds, and man stands still ; Our