Poems on Several Occasions, 1 tomasK. Paul, Trench, Trübner, 1895 |
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... Hope takes flight , " ( which means that I must fly , Default of funds , to Paris or to Brussels ) ; " I cannot wait ! My own , my queen Priscilla ! Write by return . " And now for a Manilla ! - 99 " Miss Blank , " at " Blank . " Jemima ...
... Hope takes flight , " ( which means that I must fly , Default of funds , to Paris or to Brussels ) ; " I cannot wait ! My own , my queen Priscilla ! Write by return . " And now for a Manilla ! - 99 " Miss Blank , " at " Blank . " Jemima ...
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... names ; While here with us Ah ! who could hope - To verify the varied pleas , Or from his private means to cope With all our shrill necessities ! Impossible ! One might as well Attempt comparison of creeds 130 VIGNETTES IN RHYME .
... names ; While here with us Ah ! who could hope - To verify the varied pleas , Or from his private means to cope With all our shrill necessities ! Impossible ! One might as well Attempt comparison of creeds 130 VIGNETTES IN RHYME .
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Austin Dobson. Nay , happier man . For him futurity Still hides a hope that this his earthly praise Finds heavenly end , for surely will not He , Solver of all , above his Flower of Days , - Teach him the song that no one living knows ...
Austin Dobson. Nay , happier man . For him futurity Still hides a hope that this his earthly praise Finds heavenly end , for surely will not He , Solver of all , above his Flower of Days , - Teach him the song that no one living knows ...
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... hope hath lost its wing . Thou , that to Night dost call , How hast thou heart to sing Thy tears made musical ? Alas for me ! Is all my song , PHILOMELA . dry desire - a waste of fire - That will not fade nor fail ; To me , dim shapes ...
... hope hath lost its wing . Thou , that to Night dost call , How hast thou heart to sing Thy tears made musical ? Alas for me ! Is all my song , PHILOMELA . dry desire - a waste of fire - That will not fade nor fail ; To me , dim shapes ...
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... Hope , Anger , Fear , Delight , and Doubt When Burbadge played ! This is the Actor's gift ; to share All moods , all passions , nor to care One whit for scene , so he without Can lead men's minds the roundabout , Stirred as of old those ...
... Hope , Anger , Fear , Delight , and Doubt When Burbadge played ! This is the Actor's gift ; to share All moods , all passions , nor to care One whit for scene , so he without Can lead men's minds the roundabout , Stirred as of old those ...
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ÆGROTUS Autonoë BABETTE backswords BALLAD BEAU BROCADE beauty Belle Marquise bird Boucher brows Burbadge played Caliph Carlo Vanloo CHALCEDONY chalumeau CLAUDE TILLIER Cupid's Alley dance Davus dead dear DENISE Dorothy dream dust e'en Embarquons-nous ENVOY eyes face fain fair fate fawn that seeks François Boucher FRANK grace gray hand heart intended an Ode KENSINGTON GARDENS King more terrible kissed me to-day knew last year's nest London stones look Love's Maid Muse Naught but myrtle NELLIE NINETTE NINON o'er Odysseus once pipe and flute Poets poor present for Rose PRINCESS PROCRIS Pure song ring-dove saw you last School of Coquettes shade sigh Sing slower pen smile song stays stirred strange stray fawn sweet terrible than Death thee THEOCRITUS THEOPHILE GAUTIER thine thing thou thought Thrush turned Twas twixt VIEUXBOIS watched weary wind-flower yore
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