Vers de SociétéH. Holt, 1875 - 401 psl. |
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... us lean or fat , And all that charms or troubles , — This bubble is more bright than that But still they are all bubbles . I think the thing you call Renown , The unsubstantial vapor THE CHAUNT OF THE BRAZEN HEAD . For which the 22.
... us lean or fat , And all that charms or troubles , — This bubble is more bright than that But still they are all bubbles . I think the thing you call Renown , The unsubstantial vapor THE CHAUNT OF THE BRAZEN HEAD . For which the 22.
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... things to pursue , And nothing to regret ; And every flower to you is fair ; And every month is May : You've not been introduced to Care , - Laugh on , laugh on to - day ! Old Time will fling his clouds ere long Upon those sunny eyes ...
... things to pursue , And nothing to regret ; And every flower to you is fair ; And every month is May : You've not been introduced to Care , - Laugh on , laugh on to - day ! Old Time will fling his clouds ere long Upon those sunny eyes ...
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... thing , Be't true or false . And am beginning to opine Those girls are only half divine Whose waists you wicked boys entwine In giddy waltz . I fear that arm above that shoulder , I wish them wiser , graver , older , Sedater , and no ...
... thing , Be't true or false . And am beginning to opine Those girls are only half divine Whose waists you wicked boys entwine In giddy waltz . I fear that arm above that shoulder , I wish them wiser , graver , older , Sedater , and no ...
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... things he'd the boldness to say , But now he's grown old , he may say what he will , I laugh at his nonsense and take nothing ill . Indeed I must say he's a little improved , For he watches no longer the " slily beloved , " No longer as ...
... things he'd the boldness to say , But now he's grown old , he may say what he will , I laugh at his nonsense and take nothing ill . Indeed I must say he's a little improved , For he watches no longer the " slily beloved , " No longer as ...
60 psl.
... thing To wear a crown , -to be a king ! And sleep on regal down ! Alas ! thou know'st not kingly cares ; Far happier is thy head that wears That hat without a crown ! And dost thou think that years acquire New added joys ? Dost think ...
... thing To wear a crown , -to be a king ! And sleep on regal down ! Alas ! thou know'st not kingly cares ; Far happier is thy head that wears That hat without a crown ! And dost thou think that years acquire New added joys ? Dost think ...
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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 gone good-night hair hand happy hear heart HENRY LUTTRELL IRISH EYES kiss lady laugh LAWRENCE LETTICE WHITE light Lilian lips LITTLE GERTY look 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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75 psl. - I SAW him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said,
285 psl. - Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips, the smile of truth. Oh, that dew, like balm, shall steal Into wounds, that cannot heal, Even as sleep our eyes doth seal ; And that smile, like sunshine, dart Into many a sunless heart, For a smile of God thou art.
71 psl. - Man wants but little here below." Little I ask; my wants are few; I only wish a hut of stone (A very plain brown stone will do, That I may call my own — And close at hand is such a one, In yonder street that fronts the sun. Plain food is quite enough for me; Three courses are as good as ten; — If Nature can subsist on three, Thank Heaven for three. Amen!
255 psl. - A month or more hath she been dead, Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed And her together. A springy motion in her gait, A rising step, did indicate Of pride and joy no common rate That flush'd her spirit: I know not by what name beside I shall it call: if 'twas not pride, It was a joy to that allied She did inherit.
100 psl. - Ah me! how quick the days are flitting! I mind me of a time that's gone, When here I'd sit, .as now I'm sitting, In this same place — but not alone. A fair young form was nestled near me, A dear, dear face looked fondly up, And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me — There's no one now to share my cup.
72 psl. - ... call my own; — And close at hand is such a one, In yonder street that fronts the sun. Plain food is quite enough for me; Three courses are as good as ten; — If Nature can subsist on three, Thank Heaven for three. Amen ! I always thought cold victual nice; — My choice would be vanilla-ice.
9 psl. - Our love was like most other loves, — A little glow, a little shiver, A rosebud and a pair of gloves, And "Fly Not Yet," upon the river; Some jealousy of some one's heir, Some hopes of dying broken-hearted; A miniature, a lock of hair, The usual vows, — and then we parted.
81 psl. - MY AUNT. MY aunt ! my dear unmarried aunt ! Long years have o'er her flown ; Yet still she strains the aching clasp That binds her virgin zone ; I know it hurts her, — though she looks As cheerful as she can ; Her waist is ampler than her life, For life is but a span.
77 psl. - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh.
284 psl. - Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June.