Old-world Idylls: And Other VersesKegan Paul, Trench & Company, 1885 - 245 psl. |
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... Caliph . . . 179 181 186 • . 189 • 192 195 199 In the Belfry • Ars Victrix . 201 205 206 ESSAYS IN OLD FRENCH FORMS : - Rose Leaves ( Triolets ) . " Persicos Odi " 33 The Wanderer ( Rondel ) 211 . 213 214 " Vitas Hinnuleo " " 215 " On ...
... Caliph . . . 179 181 186 • . 189 • 192 195 199 In the Belfry • Ars Victrix . 201 205 206 ESSAYS IN OLD FRENCH FORMS : - Rose Leaves ( Triolets ) . " Persicos Odi " 33 The Wanderer ( Rondel ) 211 . 213 214 " Vitas Hinnuleo " " 215 " On ...
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... CALIPH . NTO Seyd the vizier spake the Caliph Abdallah : - " Now hearken and hear , I am weary , by Allah ! I am faint with the mere over - running of leisure ; I will rouse me and rear up a palace to Pleasure ! " To Abdallah the Caliph ...
... CALIPH . NTO Seyd the vizier spake the Caliph Abdallah : - " Now hearken and hear , I am weary , by Allah ! I am faint with the mere over - running of leisure ; I will rouse me and rear up a palace to Pleasure ! " To Abdallah the Caliph ...
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... Caliph sent forth unto Kür , unto Yemen , - To the South , to the North , -for the skilfullest freemen ; And soon , in a close , where the river breeze fanned it , The basement uprose , as the Caliph had planned it . Now the courses ...
... Caliph sent forth unto Kür , unto Yemen , - To the South , to the North , -for the skilfullest freemen ; And soon , in a close , where the river breeze fanned it , The basement uprose , as the Caliph had planned it . Now the courses ...
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And Other Verses Austin Dobson. THE MOSQUE OF THE CALIPH . 203 Then the Caliph's beard curled , and he foamed in his rage as Once more his scouts whirled from the Tell to the Hedjaz ; " Is my word not my word ? " cried the Caliph ...
And Other Verses Austin Dobson. THE MOSQUE OF THE CALIPH . 203 Then the Caliph's beard curled , and he foamed in his rage as Once more his scouts whirled from the Tell to the Hedjaz ; " Is my word not my word ? " cried the Caliph ...
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... Caliph Abdallah . And the Caliph has gone to his fathers for ever , But the Mosque that he builded shines still by the river ; And the pilgrims up - stream to this day slacken sail if They catch the first gleam of the " Mosque of the ...
... Caliph Abdallah . And the Caliph has gone to his fathers for ever , But the Mosque that he builded shines still by the river ; And the pilgrims up - stream to this day slacken sail if They catch the first gleam of the " Mosque of the ...
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Autonoë BABETTE BALLAD OF BEAU BARON BEAU BROCADE beauty Belle Marquise BEN JONSON bird blue Boucher bright eyes brow Caliph CHALCEDONY CIRCE comes COUNTESS Cupid's Alley dance dead dear DENISE DOLLY Dorothy dream E'en eyes face fair flowers FRANÇOIS BOUCHER FRANK garden grace gray grew heart Here's a present IDYLL intended an Ode king more terrible kissed me to-day knew L'ÉTOILE last year's nest laughing LAWRENCE London stones look Love Love's M'sieu Madam Maid Monsieur Muse myrtle twine Naught but myrtle NINETTE NINON o'er once PLATO POET present for Rose PRINCESS PROCRIS rhyme RONDEAU saw you last School of Coquettes sigh sing smile Stand and Deliver stirred sweet terrible than Death THEOCRITUS There's a tear thing thou thought thrush TRIOLETS turned Twas twixt vacant dwelling VIEUXBOIS VILLANELLE watch weary wind-flower yore
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