Proverbs in Porcelain, and Other VersesC. Kegan Paul, 1878 - 216 psl. A manuscript revision of: Proverbs in porcelain and other verses / by Austin Dobson. London : H.S. King & Co., 1877. A printed copy of the 1st ed., with holograph corrections made in preparation of the 2nd ed. Punctuation, formatting, words, lines and poems are corrected or crossed out, pages are reordered, and holograph and printed pages are tipped in before or pasted over existing text. |
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... Child - Musician A Case of Cameos Cupid's Alley . Rose - Leaves The Prodigals . • A Chapter of Froissart The Cradle Rondels and Rondeaus The Idyll of the Carp The Forgotten Grave The Misogynist The Prayer of the Swine to Circe A Roman ...
... Child - Musician A Case of Cameos Cupid's Alley . Rose - Leaves The Prodigals . • A Chapter of Froissart The Cradle Rondels and Rondeaus The Idyll of the Carp The Forgotten Grave The Misogynist The Prayer of the Swine to Circe A Roman ...
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... NINETTE . NINON . NINETTE . This way- NINON . No , this way- NINETTE . This way , then . ( They enter the Châlet . ) You are as changing , Child , —as Men . NINON . But are they ? Is it true , The Secrets of the Heart.
... NINETTE . NINON . NINETTE . This way- NINON . No , this way- NINETTE . This way , then . ( They enter the Châlet . ) You are as changing , Child , —as Men . NINON . But are they ? Is it true , The Secrets of the Heart.
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... Child : All of them bent to me , — Bent down and smiled ! " ( He is asleep ! ) M. VIEUXBOIS ( almost inaudibly ) . " How I forget ! " " I am so old " ... " " Good night , Babette ! " SALIFORN EPILOGUE . Heigho ! how chill the evenings ...
... Child : All of them bent to me , — Bent down and smiled ! " ( He is asleep ! ) M. VIEUXBOIS ( almost inaudibly ) . " How I forget ! " " I am so old " ... " " Good night , Babette ! " SALIFORN EPILOGUE . Heigho ! how chill the evenings ...
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... , Prince of Wales : - " Publish'd by FRANCIS and OLIVER PINE ; Ludgate - Hill , at the Blackmoor Sign . Seventeen - Hundred - and - Thirty - Nine . ” D - THE CHILD - MUSICIAN . He had played for his The Ballad of " Beau Brocade . " 49.
... , Prince of Wales : - " Publish'd by FRANCIS and OLIVER PINE ; Ludgate - Hill , at the Blackmoor Sign . Seventeen - Hundred - and - Thirty - Nine . ” D - THE CHILD - MUSICIAN . He had played for his The Ballad of " Beau Brocade . " 49.
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... . And the face grew peaked and eerie , And the large eyes strange and bright , And they said - too late- " He is weary ! He shall rest for , at least , To - night ! " But at dawn , when the birds were waking , The Child-Musician.
... . And the face grew peaked and eerie , And the large eyes strange and bright , And they said - too late- " He is weary ! He shall rest for , at least , To - night ! " But at dawn , when the birds were waking , The Child-Musician.
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ABBÉ Austin Dobson Autonoë BALLAD BARON BEAU BROCADE birds blow Bluebottle brow Caliph CHALCEDONY Child COUNTESS Cupid's Alley Cyclops dance Davus dear DENISE DOLLY the Chambermaid door Dora dream e'en eau de Cologne Etesian eyes fancies Farewell Fate Finis comes Gallions of Spayne GEORGE the Guard give us-but Yesterday goat graceful green HORTENSE L'ÉTOILE laughing rhyme little Bowes London stones look Love Love's LOYAL M'sieu Maid Monsieur morning Muse night NINETTE NINON NOTE o'er once Ovid pains of prose pale PANTOUM pipe and flute poem poetic Poets poor Miss Tox Porto Bello PRINCESS ripple of laughing Rondeau Rondel saw you last Shepherdess Dorine adored smile soft song Stand and Deliver stirred strange surely sweet swine tear There's thou thought Triolets turned twas vers de société verse VIEUXBOIS Vignettes in Rhyme Villanelle voice waken woes youth
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