Vers de SociétéH. Holt, 1876 - 400 psl. |
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... REASON , FOLLY , AND BEAUTY .. MINERVA'S THIMBLE . 45 47 43 49 51 THOMAS HOOD ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF CLAPHAM ACADEMY .......... I'M NOT A SINGLE MAN ............... . " " PLEASE TO RING THE BELLE THE WATER PERI'S SONG ..... " 3 I ...
... REASON , FOLLY , AND BEAUTY .. MINERVA'S THIMBLE . 45 47 43 49 51 THOMAS HOOD ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF CLAPHAM ACADEMY .......... I'M NOT A SINGLE MAN ............... . " " PLEASE TO RING THE BELLE THE WATER PERI'S SONG ..... " 3 I ...
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... the charm of youth's vanishing season ; " Thus Love has advised me , and who will deny That Love reasons much better than Reason , Dear Fanny ? Love reasons much better than Reason . 47 A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP . " A TEMPLE to Friendship DEAR ...
... the charm of youth's vanishing season ; " Thus Love has advised me , and who will deny That Love reasons much better than Reason , Dear Fanny ? Love reasons much better than Reason . 47 A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP . " A TEMPLE to Friendship DEAR ...
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... of enshrining An image whose looks are so joyless and dim : -- But yon little god , upon roses reclining , We'll make , if you please , sir , a Friendship of him . " REASON , FOLLY , AND BEAUTY . So the bargain 48 A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP.
... of enshrining An image whose looks are so joyless and dim : -- But yon little god , upon roses reclining , We'll make , if you please , sir , a Friendship of him . " REASON , FOLLY , AND BEAUTY . So the bargain 48 A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP.
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... REASON , FOLLY , AND BEAUTY . EASON , and Folly , and Beauty , they say Went on a party of pleasure one day : Folly play'd Around the maid , The bells of his cap rang merrily out ; While Reason took To his sermon - book- O ! which was ...
... REASON , FOLLY , AND BEAUTY . EASON , and Folly , and Beauty , they say Went on a party of pleasure one day : Folly play'd Around the maid , The bells of his cap rang merrily out ; While Reason took To his sermon - book- O ! which was ...
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... Reason's dull page , Till Folly said , " Look here , sweet maid ! ' The sight of his cap brought her back to herself , While Reason read His leaves of lead , With no one to mind him , poor sensible elf ! No , -no one to mind him , poor ...
... Reason's dull page , Till Folly said , " Look here , sweet maid ! ' The sight of his cap brought her back to herself , While Reason read His leaves of lead , With no one to mind him , poor sensible elf ! No , -no one to mind him , poor ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON ANGORA CAT Araminta AUTUMN IDYL beauty beneath bird bliss blue bosom Bouillabaisse BRAZEN HEAD bright Burnham-beeches cane-bottom'd chair cheek Christmas in Town CLAUDE TILLIER COLERAINE dance dear Dorothy dreams fair To fill fill my glass flower FRANK friends GARDEN IDYL girl glove glow good-night hair hand happy hear heart HENRY LUTTRELL IRISH EYES kiss lady laugh LAWRENCE LETTICE WHITE light Lilian lips LITTLE GERTY look MAHOGANY-TREE maid Miss morning MORTIMER COLLINS neighbor Nelly never o'er once PALL MALL perhaps pleasant pleasure poet poor pretty reason fair rhyme rose ROSE SONG round scarce sigh Sing heigh-ho smile soft song soul SPECTATOR AB EXTRA spends his Christmas sweet talk tears tell tender thee There's think's a reason THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY thou thought tree TU QUOQUE Twas vers de société vex'd wife wind youth
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