The Story of Rosina, and Other VersesK. Paul, Trench, Trübner, & Company, 1895 - 120 psl. |
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... grace was jupes à la Camargo , Whose gentlest merit gentiment se rendre ; - Queen of the rouge - cheeked Hours , whose footsteps fell To Rameau's notes , in dances by Gardel ; - Her Boucher served , till Nature's self betraying , As ...
... grace was jupes à la Camargo , Whose gentlest merit gentiment se rendre ; - Queen of the rouge - cheeked Hours , whose footsteps fell To Rameau's notes , in dances by Gardel ; - Her Boucher served , till Nature's self betraying , As ...
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... Grace , and a presence hard to be denied ; This was no common offer it was certain ; — " Allez , Rosina ! sit behind the curtain . " Meantime the Painter , with a mixed emotion , Drew and re - drew his ill - disguised Marquise , Passed ...
... Grace , and a presence hard to be denied ; This was no common offer it was certain ; — " Allez , Rosina ! sit behind the curtain . " Meantime the Painter , with a mixed emotion , Drew and re - drew his ill - disguised Marquise , Passed ...
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... Grace and the nymphs began recovered reign ; Truth was no more , and nature , waxing fainter , Paled to the old sick Artifice again . Seeing Rosina going out to die , How should he know that Fame had passed him by ? Going to die ! For ...
... Grace and the nymphs began recovered reign ; Truth was no more , and nature , waxing fainter , Paled to the old sick Artifice again . Seeing Rosina going out to die , How should he know that Fame had passed him by ? Going to die ! For ...
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... grace of heaven In your most angelic face , With the nameless finer leaven Lent of blood and courtly race ; And he added , too , in duty , Ninon's wit and Boufflers ' beauty ; And La Vallière's yeux veloutés Followed these ; And you ...
... grace of heaven In your most angelic face , With the nameless finer leaven Lent of blood and courtly race ; And he added , too , in duty , Ninon's wit and Boufflers ' beauty ; And La Vallière's yeux veloutés Followed these ; And you ...
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... to twist your hair in papers , Or , to wean you from the vapours ; - As for these , You are worth the love they give you , Till a fairer face outlive you , Or a younger grace shall please ; Till the coming of the crows ' feet , And.
... to twist your hair in papers , Or , to wean you from the vapours ; - As for these , You are worth the love they give you , Till a fairer face outlive you , Or a younger grace shall please ; Till the coming of the crows ' feet , And.
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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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