Old-world Idylls: And Other VersesKegan Paul, Trench & Company, 1885 - 245 psl. |
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... hand of her who penned it ; And see , through two score years of smoke , In by - gone , quaint apparel , Shine from yon time - black Norway oak The face of Patience Caryl , - The pale , smooth forehead , silver - tressed ; The gray gown ...
... hand of her who penned it ; And see , through two score years of smoke , In by - gone , quaint apparel , Shine from yon time - black Norway oak The face of Patience Caryl , - The pale , smooth forehead , silver - tressed ; The gray gown ...
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... hand is prest Deep in a flapped canary vest , With buds brocaded . He wears a brown old Brunswick coat , With silver buttons , -round his throat , A soft cravat ; -in all you note An elder fashion , — A strangeness , which , to us who ...
... hand is prest Deep in a flapped canary vest , With buds brocaded . He wears a brown old Brunswick coat , With silver buttons , -round his throat , A soft cravat ; -in all you note An elder fashion , — A strangeness , which , to us who ...
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... hand that stroked her lace , Or smoothed her wimples . So left her beautiful . Her age Was comely as her youth was sage , And yet she once had been the rage ; - It hath been hinted , Indeed , affirmed by one or two , Some spark at Bath ...
... hand that stroked her lace , Or smoothed her wimples . So left her beautiful . Her age Was comely as her youth was sage , And yet she once had been the rage ; - It hath been hinted , Indeed , affirmed by one or two , Some spark at Bath ...
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... hand at her pocket - side . So never a word he spoke as yet , For he thought ' twas a freak of MEG or BET ; - A freak of the " Rose " or the " Rummer " set . THE BALLAD OF " BEAU BROCADE . " Out - 26 OLD - WORLD IDYLLS :
... hand at her pocket - side . So never a word he spoke as yet , For he thought ' twas a freak of MEG or BET ; - A freak of the " Rose " or the " Rummer " set . THE BALLAD OF " BEAU BROCADE . " Out - 26 OLD - WORLD IDYLLS :
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... hands glance and go , And your fan's frou - frou sounds louder , And your 66 beaux yeux " flash and glow ; — Ah , you used them on the Painter , As you know , For the Sieur Larose spoke fainter , Bowing low , Thanked Madame and Heaven ...
... hands glance and go , And your fan's frou - frou sounds louder , And your 66 beaux yeux " flash and glow ; — Ah , you used them on the Painter , As you know , For the Sieur Larose spoke fainter , Bowing low , Thanked Madame and Heaven ...
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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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