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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... you only in my dreams ; — A vision , like Alcestis , brought From under - lands of Memory , - A dream of Form in days of Thought , A dream , -a dream , Autonoë ! H " POOR MISS TO X. " It was an ancient To a Greek Girl . 113.
... you only in my dreams ; — A vision , like Alcestis , brought From under - lands of Memory , - A dream of Form in days of Thought , A dream , -a dream , Autonoë ! H " POOR MISS TO X. " It was an ancient To a Greek Girl . 113.
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... form demand The labour of the file . Sculptor , do thou discard The yielding clay , —consign To Paros marble hard The beauty of thy line ; - Model thy Satyr's face In bronze of Syracuse ; In the veined agate trace The profile of thy ...
... form demand The labour of the file . Sculptor , do thou discard The yielding clay , —consign To Paros marble hard The beauty of thy line ; - Model thy Satyr's face In bronze of Syracuse ; In the veined agate trace The profile of thy ...
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... forms . But the present writer has not carried his enter- prise to the same lengths as Benserade . ] " O FONS BANDUSIE ! " ( Rondeau . ) O BABBLING spring , than glass more clear , Worthy of wreath and cup sincere , To - morrow shall a ...
... forms . But the present writer has not carried his enter- prise to the same lengths as Benserade . ] " O FONS BANDUSIE ! " ( Rondeau . ) O BABBLING spring , than glass more clear , Worthy of wreath and cup sincere , To - morrow shall a ...
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... forms which M. THÉODORE DE BANVILLE has turned to such good use in his Odes Funambulesques and Occi- dentales are rather better known at this moment than when , in the course of 1876 , most of these attempts were published . The Rondeau ...
... forms which M. THÉODORE DE BANVILLE has turned to such good use in his Odes Funambulesques and Occi- dentales are rather better known at this moment than when , in the course of 1876 , most of these attempts were published . The Rondeau ...
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... Forms , we shall be pre- cisely enlightened on this and other particulars . Meanwhile , the Rondeau , which , as M ... form , ' If only to use the words of the Authors of Lays from Latin Lyres- ' If only some superior poet Would lend his ...
... Forms , we shall be pre- cisely enlightened on this and other particulars . Meanwhile , the Rondeau , which , as M ... form , ' If only to use the words of the Authors of Lays from Latin Lyres- ' If only some superior poet Would lend his ...
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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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