The Bibelot, 3 tomasW.H. Wise, 1897 |
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... Englishman made his way up the side of the hill to the great palace that overlooks everything except the red fort of Jeighur , guardian of Amber . As the elephant swung up the steep roads paved with stone and built out on the sides of ...
... Englishman made his way up the side of the hill to the great palace that overlooks everything except the red fort of Jeighur , guardian of Amber . As the elephant swung up the steep roads paved with stone and built out on the sides of ...
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hill , the Englishman looked into empty houses where the little grey squirrel sat and scratched its ears . The peacock walked upon the house - tops and the blue pigeon roosted within . He passed under iron- studded gates whereof the ...
hill , the Englishman looked into empty houses where the little grey squirrel sat and scratched its ears . The peacock walked upon the house - tops and the blue pigeon roosted within . He passed under iron- studded gates whereof the ...
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So the Englishman went into this palace built of stone , bedded on stone , springing out of scarped rock , and reached by stone ways nothing but stone . Presently he stumbled across a little temple of Kali , a gem of marble tracery and ...
So the Englishman went into this palace built of stone , bedded on stone , springing out of scarped rock , and reached by stone ways nothing but stone . Presently he stumbled across a little temple of Kali , a gem of marble tracery and ...
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... Englishman wandered into all parts of the palace , for there was no one to stop him - not even the ghosts of the dead Ranis - through ivory - studded doors , into the women's quarters , where a stream of water once flowed over a ...
... Englishman wandered into all parts of the palace , for there was no one to stop him - not even the ghosts of the dead Ranis - through ivory - studded doors , into the women's quarters , where a stream of water once flowed over a ...
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... Englishman had seen the city from below or on a level . He now looked into its very heart - the heart that had ceased to beat . There was no sound of men or cattle , or grind - stones in those pitiful streets - nothing but the cooing of ...
... Englishman had seen the city from below or on a level . He now looked into its very heart - the heart that had ceased to beat . There was no sound of men or cattle , or grind - stones in those pitiful streets - nothing but the cooing of ...
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A. H. BULLEN Adonis Ah for Adonis ANDREW LANG Aphrodite arms Arnald beauty begin the dirge begin the woodland Bethink thee Bion Boondi Botticelli Cecilia Christopher Marlowe colour Cytherea Damien Daphnis dark dead dear death doth dream earth Englishman eyes face fair Father Damien Florian flowers gates gone Gorgo Greek hair hand hath head heard heart heaven Heywood hills Hollow Land Idyl J. A. Symonds Jacconot John Donne king kiss knew Lady Moon lament Lilies lips live look lovely Adonis Luca della Robbia magic wheel maiden Marlowe Middleton Moschus Nausicaa never night Odysseus painted palace pass passion Phaeacian Poems poet Red Harald round scarlet Simaetha sing sleep sorrow soul stood strange Swanhilda sweet Maids sword tears Theocritus thine things thought Thyrsis turned voice wail walls weeping wind woodland song ye Sicilian Muses
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337 psl. - Well ! wind-dispersed and vain the words will be, Yet, Thyrsis, let me give my grief its hour In the old haunt, and find our tree-topp'd hill! Who, if not I, for questing here hath power ? I know the wood which hides the daffodil, I know the Fyfield tree, I know what white, what purple fritillaries The grassy harvest of the river-fields, Above by Ensham, down by Sandford, yields...
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