Poems on Several Occasions, 1 tomasK. Paul, Trench, Trübner, 1895 |
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... thou , O Time , dost harry Us , thine oppressed , and pleasured with the chase , Sparest to strike thy sorely - running quarry , Following not less with unrelenting face . Time , if Love hunt , and Sorrow hunt , with thee , Woe to the ...
... thou , O Time , dost harry Us , thine oppressed , and pleasured with the chase , Sparest to strike thy sorely - running quarry , Following not less with unrelenting face . Time , if Love hunt , and Sorrow hunt , with thee , Woe to the ...
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... thou , ANTOINE ? Ah , Addle - pate ! Ah , Thief of Valet , always late ! Have I not told thee half - past eight A thousand times ! ( Great agitation . ) But wait , but wait , - - M. L'ETOILE ( stupefied ) . Just Skies ! What lungs What ...
... thou , ANTOINE ? Ah , Addle - pate ! Ah , Thief of Valet , always late ! Have I not told thee half - past eight A thousand times ! ( Great agitation . ) But wait , but wait , - - M. L'ETOILE ( stupefied ) . Just Skies ! What lungs What ...
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... thou : I marke the Time : saye , Gossip , dost thou soe ? Here would the ringdoves linger , head to head ; And here the snail a silver course would run , Beating old Time ; and here the peacock spread His gold - green glory , shutting ...
... thou : I marke the Time : saye , Gossip , dost thou soe ? Here would the ringdoves linger , head to head ; And here the snail a silver course would run , Beating old Time ; and here the peacock spread His gold - green glory , shutting ...
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... thou may'st ! Yea , make us men , Enchantress , and restore These grovelling shapes , degraded and debased , To fair embodiments of men once more ; Yea , by all men that ever woman bore ; Yea , e'en by him hereafter born in pain , 189 ...
... thou may'st ! Yea , make us men , Enchantress , and restore These grovelling shapes , degraded and debased , To fair embodiments of men once more ; Yea , by all men that ever woman bore ; Yea , e'en by him hereafter born in pain , 189 ...
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... Thou , that strivest up , Why dost thou carol so ? ALAUDA . A secret Spirit gifteth me . With song , and wing that lifteth me , A Spirit for whose sake , Striving amain to reach the sky , Still to the old dark earth I cry , - " Wake ...
... Thou , that strivest up , Why dost thou carol so ? ALAUDA . A secret Spirit gifteth me . With song , and wing that lifteth me , A Spirit for whose sake , Striving amain to reach the sky , Still to the old dark earth I cry , - " Wake ...
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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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