The Little Book of Society VerseHoughton Mifflin, 1922 - 355 psl. |
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... turns and changes , now playing momen with a clever idea , and then shifting equally transitory merriment . Passion m imperceptibly into persiflage ; pathos short on the verge of tragedy . In Society Verse technical skill is a ...
... turns and changes , now playing momen with a clever idea , and then shifting equally transitory merriment . Passion m imperceptibly into persiflage ; pathos short on the verge of tragedy . In Society Verse technical skill is a ...
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... turn . The tree was enticing ; its branches are bare - Heigho for the promise of Vanity Fair . That stupid old Dives , once honest enough , His honesty sold for star , ribbon , and stuff ; And Joan's pretty face has been clouded with ...
... turn . The tree was enticing ; its branches are bare - Heigho for the promise of Vanity Fair . That stupid old Dives , once honest enough , His honesty sold for star , ribbon , and stuff ; And Joan's pretty face has been clouded with ...
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... turn . The tree was enticing ; its branches are ba Heigho for the promise of Vanity Fair . That stupid old Dives , once honest enoug His honesty sold for star , ribbon , and stu And Joan's pretty face has been clouded care Since Jack ...
... turn . The tree was enticing ; its branches are ba Heigho for the promise of Vanity Fair . That stupid old Dives , once honest enoug His honesty sold for star , ribbon , and stu And Joan's pretty face has been clouded care Since Jack ...
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... a scorn Your eyes must greet that luckless Who rhymed you , newly born , - Who o'er your " helpless cradle " b His idle verse to turn ; And twanged his tiresome instrume Above your unconcern ! TO A CHILD Nay , let my words be so 4.
... a scorn Your eyes must greet that luckless Who rhymed you , newly born , - Who o'er your " helpless cradle " b His idle verse to turn ; And twanged his tiresome instrume Above your unconcern ! TO A CHILD Nay , let my words be so 4.
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... 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.
... 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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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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