The Story of Rosina, and Other VersesK. Paul, Trench, Trübner, & Company, 1895 - 120 psl. |
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... eyes ; but her soft cheeks were peaches , Hued like an Autumn pippin , where the red Seems to have burned right through the skin , and reaches E'en to the core ; and if you spoke , it spread The Story of Rosina Up till the blush had ...
... eyes ; but her soft cheeks were peaches , Hued like an Autumn pippin , where the red Seems to have burned right through the skin , and reaches E'en to the core ; and if you spoke , it spread The Story of Rosina Up till the blush had ...
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... eyes ceased dancing , As Boucher spoke , the dainty red eclipse Filled all the face from cheek to brow , enhancing Half a shy smile that dawned around the lips . Then a shrill mother rose upon the view ; " Cerises , M'sieu ? Rosine ...
... eyes ceased dancing , As Boucher spoke , the dainty red eclipse Filled all the face from cheek to brow , enhancing Half a shy smile that dawned around the lips . Then a shrill mother rose upon the view ; " Cerises , M'sieu ? Rosine ...
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... eyes as black as beads , - Head set askance , and hand that shyly stretches Flowers to the passer , with a look that pleads . This was no other than Rosina surely ; None Boucher knew could else have looked so purely . But forth her ...
... eyes as black as beads , - Head set askance , and hand that shyly stretches Flowers to the passer , with a look that pleads . This was no other than Rosina surely ; None Boucher knew could else have looked so purely . But forth her ...
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... Passed in due time from praises to devotion ; Last when his sitter left him on his knees , Rose in a maze of passion and surprise , - Rose , and beheld Rosina's saddened eyes . I I Thrice - happy France , whose facile sons inherit Still.
... Passed in due time from praises to devotion ; Last when his sitter left him on his knees , Rose in a maze of passion and surprise , - Rose , and beheld Rosina's saddened eyes . I I Thrice - happy France , whose facile sons inherit Still.
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... , the tidings shocked him , Say , in his eye a sudden tear - drop shone , Just for a second a dull feeling mocked him With a vague sense of something priceless gone ; Ah . the poor child ! " UNIV . OF 14 The Story of Rosina.
... , the tidings shocked him , Say , in his eye a sudden tear - drop shone , Just for a second a dull feeling mocked him With a vague sense of something priceless gone ; Ah . the poor child ! " UNIV . OF 14 The Story of Rosina.
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afield were sun-baked AUSTIN DOBSON Autumn Idyll BEAU BROCADE beauty Belle Marquise Besought her leave Betwixt the paths Bright-eyed Bella brow CALIFORNIA called too green Camargo CONVENT GATE Cupid's Alley Curé dainty dance Dash was smitten dear and deprecating deprecating mother door she lingers Dorothy dream of harp-prest E'en eyes fancy François Boucher FRANK Garden Idyll gossip's word grace was jupes grass he called gray grown stout gudgeon harp-prest bosoms Heading to poem heart HUGH THOMSON JACK knees LADY last poet LAWRENCE List of Illustrations look Louise lure anew M'sieu Misogynist Monsieur Muse NOTE Painter peaches poem To face porcelain trifle Preferred Clarissa Read and re-read reading Greek Rose round seat shall tumble sequel's scarce essential Sing smile snow song sorrow Story of Rosina Strive to lure Sundial suspended cherries things thought thrush Twas Twice-told tales Twixt vanished days verses VIMU Virtuoso Watching the suspended
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