The Ballad of Beau Brocade and Other Poems of the 18th CenturyK. Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, 1893 - 83 psl. |
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... 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 , Some prefix A GENTLEWOMAN OF THE OLD SCHOOL.
... 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 , Some prefix A GENTLEWOMAN OF THE OLD SCHOOL.
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... traced By Bartolozzi ; A placid face , in which surprise Is seldom seen , but yet there lies Some vestige of the laughing eyes Of arch Piozzi . For her e'en Time grew debonair . He , finding 38 A Gentlewoman of the Old School .
... traced By Bartolozzi ; A placid face , in which surprise Is seldom seen , but yet there lies Some vestige of the laughing eyes Of arch Piozzi . For her e'en Time grew debonair . He , finding 38 A Gentlewoman of the Old School .
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... cackling laughter ; And when , at last , the long duet Of conversation and picquet Ceased with her death , of sheer regret He died soon after . Dear Madam Placid ! Others knew Your worth as well A Gentlewoman of the Old School . 43.
... cackling laughter ; And when , at last , the long duet Of conversation and picquet Ceased with her death , of sheer regret He died soon after . Dear Madam Placid ! Others knew Your worth as well A Gentlewoman of the Old School . 43.
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Austin Dobson. Dear Madam Placid ! Others knew Your worth as well as he , and threw Their flowers upon your coffin too , I take for granted . Their loves are lost ; but still we see Your kind and gracious memory Bloom yearly with the ...
Austin Dobson. Dear Madam Placid ! Others knew Your worth as well as he , and threw Their flowers upon your coffin too , I take for granted . Their loves are lost ; but still we see Your kind and gracious memory Bloom yearly with the ...
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... As Point and Flanders yellow ; Whom some old store of garnered grief , Their placid temples shading , Crowns like a wreath of autumn leaf With tender tints of fading . Peace to your soul ! You died unwed- Despite this 54 A Dead Letter .
... As Point and Flanders yellow ; Whom some old store of garnered grief , Their placid temples shading , Crowns like a wreath of autumn leaf With tender tints of fading . Peace to your soul ! You died unwed- Despite this 54 A Dead Letter .
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The Ballad of Beau Brocade And Other Poems of the XVIIIth Century Austin Dobson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1892 |
The Ballad of Beau Brocade And Other Poems of the XVIIIth Century Austin Dobson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1892 |
The Ballad of Beau Brocade And Other Poems of the XVIIIth Century Austin Dobson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1893 |
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AUSTIN DOBSON BALLAD OF BEAU Bard BEAU BROCADE best strong waters bon-mots And cackling broken Stile catch the cuckoo's Cissy cuckoo's call dear little Molly DOLLY the Chambermaid dreamed of BEAU drums were banged dry bon-mots Ensign of BRAGG's Exciseman's Folly Finish of Beau gather May dew Gentleman's Magazine GEORGE the Guard gray mare Heading to poem Highwaymen Hosier's wife Hugh Thomson James's JOHN GAY JOHN the Host jovial riot King's evidence knew laced ladies of St leaf-stained Chapter little Molly Trefusis loved Miss Molly Trefusis Muse n't you shoot NOTE Oak and Crown old sake's sake OLD SCHOOL old Sedan chair Out-spoke DOLLY Phyllida PORTO-BELLO at last rose runs to gather rusty Saddling the gray Sam's two Eyes scarce Stand and Deliver Straining and creaking sunny summer doze Sweetlip swelled swelled Its jovial terrible clangour Twas a knight twixt TYBURN warm west-looking window-seat warn the Fly YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
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