The Little Book of Society VerseHoughton Mifflin, 1922 - 355 psl. |
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... The . John Hay Why don't the Men propose ? Thomas Hayne . Bayly Why so Pale and Wan ? Sir John Suckling Without and Within . James Russell Lowell ACKNOWLEDGMENTS THE Compilers acknowledge their indebtedness to the following authors.
... The . John Hay Why don't the Men propose ? Thomas Hayne . Bayly Why so Pale and Wan ? Sir John Suckling Without and Within . James Russell Lowell ACKNOWLEDGMENTS THE Compilers acknowledge their indebtedness to the following authors.
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... dear Chloe , this pastoral war ; And let us like Horace and Lydia agree ; For thou art a girl as much brighter than her , As he was a poet sublimer than me . MATTHEW PRIOR HY DON'T THE MEN PROPOSE WHY don't the men propose 54.
... dear Chloe , this pastoral war ; And let us like Horace and Lydia agree ; For thou art a girl as much brighter than her , As he was a poet sublimer than me . MATTHEW PRIOR HY DON'T THE MEN PROPOSE WHY don't the men propose 54.
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HY DON'T THE MEN PROPOSE WHY don't the men propose , mamma ? Why don't the men propose ? Each seems just coming to the point , And then away he goes ! It is no fault of yours , mamma , That everybody knows ; You fête the finest men in ...
HY DON'T THE MEN PROPOSE WHY don't the men propose , mamma ? Why don't the men propose ? Each seems just coming to the point , And then away he goes ! It is no fault of yours , mamma , That everybody knows ; You fête the finest men in ...
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... propose ! Last night , at Lady Ramble's rout , I heard Sir Harry Gale Exclaim , " Now I propose again ! " I started , turning pale ; I really thought my time was come , I blushed like any rose ; WHY DON'T THE MEN PROPOSE But , oh ! I 56.
... propose ! Last night , at Lady Ramble's rout , I heard Sir Harry Gale Exclaim , " Now I propose again ! " I started , turning pale ; I really thought my time was come , I blushed like any rose ; WHY DON'T THE MEN PROPOSE But , oh ! I 56.
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... propose ! And what is to be done , mamma ? Oh ! what is to be done ? I really have no time to lose , For I am thirty - one : At balls I am too often left Where spinsters sit in rows ; Why won't the men propose , mamma ? Why won't the ...
... propose ! And what is to be done , mamma ? Oh ! what is to be done ? I really have no time to lose , For I am thirty - one : At balls I am too often left Where spinsters sit in rows ; Why won't the men propose , mamma ? Why won't the ...
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A. E. HOUSMAN AUSTIN DOBSON BACHELOR'S DREAM Ball BALLAD beauty BELLE bird bliss blue blush Bouillabaisse CATHARINA CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY charming cheek Chloe d'ye think dainty dance dear dearly delight DOLLIE Dora eyes face fancy fashion fate fingers flirt fond forty-nine FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON girl glove Good-night grace hair hand heard heart HENRY CUYLER BUNNER James's kiss ladies of St light lips look love thee lover Lydia Dick maid mamma MATTHEW PRIOR Miss morning never night numbers o'er once passion Phyllida play pleasure poet poor Poverty Flat praise pretty RIVAL rose scarce Season sigh sing smile Society Verse song superfluous sweet talk tell tender thine thing THOMAS MOORE thou art thought true Vanity Fair walk WALTER LEARNED WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR wear WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED wise young youth
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