The Little Book of Society VerseHoughton Mifflin, 1922 - 355 psl. |
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... the protection of the fash- ionable . These poets sing , not of wild life in the open , but of the closed and lighted recep- tion - hall ; not of battle or adventure , but of • PREFACE the dance and the card - table ; not vii.
... the protection of the fash- ionable . These poets sing , not of wild life in the open , but of the closed and lighted recep- tion - hall ; not of battle or adventure , but of • PREFACE the dance and the card - table ; not vii.
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TO A CHILD ( FROM THE " GARLAND OF RACE How shall I sing you , Child , for So many lyres are strung ; Or how the only tone assume That fits a Maid so young ? What rocks there are on either ha Suppose ' t is on the cards- You should grow ...
TO A CHILD ( FROM THE " GARLAND OF RACE How shall I sing you , Child , for So many lyres are strung ; Or how the only tone assume That fits a Maid so young ? What rocks there are on either ha Suppose ' t is on the cards- You should grow ...
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... sing Laid by awhile upon the shelf ) Because I would not send a thing Less charming than you are yourself . And happier than I , alas ! ( Dumb thing ; I envy its delight ) " T will wish you well , the looking - glass , ( And look you in ...
... sing Laid by awhile upon the shelf ) Because I would not send a thing Less charming than you are yourself . And happier than I , alas ! ( Dumb thing ; I envy its delight ) " T will wish you well , the looking - glass , ( And look you in ...
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... singing was so - so , And Pasta , divinest of all ; The labour in vain of the ballet , So sadly deficient in stars ; The foreigners thronging the Alley , Exhaling the breath of cigars ; The loge where some heiress ( how killing ...
... singing was so - so , And Pasta , divinest of all ; The labour in vain of the ballet , So sadly deficient in stars ; The foreigners thronging the Alley , Exhaling the breath of cigars ; The loge where some heiress ( how killing ...
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... white should be And red where red should shine The blush that flies at seventeen Is fixed at forty - nine . I wish I had Her constant cheek : I wish that I could sing - MY RIVAL All sorts of funny little songs , Not 47.
... white should be And red where red should shine The blush that flies at seventeen Is fixed at forty - nine . I wish I had Her constant cheek : I wish that I could sing - MY RIVAL All sorts of funny little songs , Not 47.
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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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