Selected PoemsH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1924 - 247 psl. |
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... Museum . 143 Molly Trefusis The Milkmaid An Eastern Apologue A Revolutionary Relic . A Garden Song A Legacy · A Fancy from Fontenelle · 146 · 151 153 • 155 161 · 163 165 The Poet's Seat FABLES OF LITERATURE AND ART : The x CONTENTS.
... Museum . 143 Molly Trefusis The Milkmaid An Eastern Apologue A Revolutionary Relic . A Garden Song A Legacy · A Fancy from Fontenelle · 146 · 151 153 • 155 161 · 163 165 The Poet's Seat FABLES OF LITERATURE AND ART : The x CONTENTS.
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... Goldsmith's Madam Blaize , Bedizened and brocaded . A queer old place ! You'd surely say Some tea - board garden - maker Had planned it in Dutch William's day To please some florist Quaker , So trim it was . The yew - trees still.
... Goldsmith's Madam Blaize , Bedizened and brocaded . A queer old place ! You'd surely say Some tea - board garden - maker Had planned it in Dutch William's day To please some florist Quaker , So trim it was . The yew - trees still.
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... garden trim , " And watch , about the fish - tank's brim , The swallows darting . He liked the well - wheel's creaking tongue , — He liked the thrush that stopped and sung , - He liked the drone of flies among His netted peaches ; He ...
... garden trim , " And watch , about the fish - tank's brim , The swallows darting . He liked the well - wheel's creaking tongue , — He liked the thrush that stopped and sung , - He liked the drone of flies among His netted peaches ; He ...
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... Gardens , grottoes , and rocailles ; As your Naiads and your trees ; - Just as near the old ideal Calm and ease , As the Venus there , by Coustou , That a fan would make quite flighty , Is to her the gods were used to , — Is to grand ...
... Gardens , grottoes , and rocailles ; As your Naiads and your trees ; - Just as near the old ideal Calm and ease , As the Venus there , by Coustou , That a fan would make quite flighty , Is to her the gods were used to , — Is to grand ...
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... garden lay , If thus imagination May dignify a square of clay Unused to vegetation , Filled with a dismal - looking swing— That brought to mind a gallows- An empty kennel , mouldering , And two dyspeptic aloes . No sparrow chirped , no ...
... garden lay , If thus imagination May dignify a square of clay Unused to vegetation , Filled with a dismal - looking swing— That brought to mind a gallows- An empty kennel , mouldering , And two dyspeptic aloes . No sparrow chirped , no ...
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A. C. Swinburne Abdallah ÆGROTUS Angel-Court Autonoë Aylmer Maude BABETTE BALLAD Bard BEAU BROCADE beauty Belle Marquise bird blooms the eglantine Caliph Carlo Vanloo comes Cupid's Alley dance Dear DENISE Dolly dream E'en Edited Edmund Blunden ENGLISH Essays eyes face fancy fate flowers FRANK garden Gargantua and Pantagruel grace gray hair hath heart Intro Introduction James Rhoades James's JOHN King more terrible kiss knew ladies of St last year's nest laughing rhyme Lavengro Letters light lips look Love's maid Megalopolis morning Muse night old Sedan chair once pains of prose Phineas Redux Phyllida play Poet Pompadour's fan Quoth the little ripple of laughing Romany Rye round SHORT STORIES sing SIR JOHN GILBERT'S smile song spray is white sweet tears terrible than Death There's thing thou thought to-day TOLSTOY Translated Twas twixt Verse VIEUXBOIS vols volumes wails watch word WORLD'S CLASSICS
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189 psl. - Love comes back to his vacant dwelling — The old, old Love that we knew of yore ! We see him stand by the open door, With his great eyes sad, and his bosom swelling. " He makes as though in our arms repelling He fain would lie, as he lay before ; Love comes back to his vacant dwelling...
241 psl. - O'er-top the stone where I shall lie, Though ill or well the world adjust My slender claim to honoured dust, I shall not question nor reply. I shall not see the morning sky ; I shall not hear the night-wind sigh ; I shall be mute, as all men must In after days ! But yet, now living, fain were I That some one then should testify, Saying— "He held his pen in trust To Art, not serving shame or lust.
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61 psl. - FRANK. No, — I remain. To stay and fight a duel Seems, on the whole, the proper thing to do ; — Ah, you are strong, — I would not then be cruel, If I were you ! NELLIE.
5 psl. - Only till Sunday next, and then you'll wait Behind the White-Thorn, by the broken Stile — We can go round and catch them at the Gate, All to Ourselves, for nearly one long Mile; Dear Prue won't look, and Father he'll go on, And Sam's two Eyes are all for Cissy, John!