Old-world Idylls: And Other VersesK. Paul, Trench, 1885 - 245 psl. |
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Alley BABETTE BEAU beauty Belle Marquise beside better bird blue bright brings Caliph child clear comes dance dead dear Death DENISE door doubt dream eyes face fair feel feet flowers FRANK fresh garden Give gone grace gray green grew grow hair Half hand head hear heard heart hope John kissed knew laughing LAWRENCE leaves less light lips lived look Love Maid mean morning Muse never night NINETTE NINON o'er once pain pale pass pipe play POET poor rest Rose round seek seemed shade sing smile song Spring stand stay stirred strange surely sweet tears There's thing thou thought to-day turned Twas voice wait watch weary young
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