Collected PoemsK. Paul, Trench, Trübner, 1898 - 526 psl. |
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... There , ' tis gone ! Look in this corner , -mind you find it , John ! III This was the matter of the note , - A long - forgot deposit , Dropped in an Indian dragon's throat , Deep in a fragrant closet , Piled with a dapper Dresden ...
... There , ' tis gone ! Look in this corner , -mind you find it , John ! III This was the matter of the note , - A long - forgot deposit , Dropped in an Indian dragon's throat , Deep in a fragrant closet , Piled with a dapper Dresden ...
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... there lies Some vestige of the laughing eyes Of arch Piozzi . For her e'en Time grew debonair . He , finding cheeks unclaimed of care , With late - delayed faint roses there , And lingering dimples , Had spared to touch the fair old ...
... there lies Some vestige of the laughing eyes Of arch Piozzi . For her e'en Time grew debonair . He , finding cheeks unclaimed of care , With late - delayed faint roses there , And lingering dimples , Had spared to touch the fair old ...
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... There was Barber DICK with his basin by ; Cobbler JOE with the patch on his eye ; Portly product of Beef and Beer , JOHN the host , he was standing near . Straining and creaking , with wheels awry , Lumbering came the " Plymouth Fly ...
... There was Barber DICK with his basin by ; Cobbler JOE with the patch on his eye ; Portly product of Beef and Beer , JOHN the host , he was standing near . Straining and creaking , with wheels awry , Lumbering came the " Plymouth Fly ...
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... there at your ease , O Marquise ! And the men flock round your knees Thick as bees , Mute at every word you utter , Servants to your least frill - flutter , " Belle Marquise ! As you sit there growing prouder , And your ringed hands ...
... there at your ease , O Marquise ! And the men flock round your knees Thick as bees , Mute at every word you utter , Servants to your least frill - flutter , " Belle Marquise ! As you sit there growing prouder , And your ringed hands ...
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... There is a figure among Boucher's sketches , Slim , -a child - face , the eyes as black as beads , Head set askance , and hand that shyly stretches Flowers to the passer , with a look that pleads . This was no other than Rosina surely ...
... There is a figure among Boucher's sketches , Slim , -a child - face , the eyes as black as beads , Head set askance , and hand that shyly stretches Flowers to the passer , with a look that pleads . This was no other than Rosina surely ...
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BALLAD Bard BEAU BEAU BROCADE beauty Belle beneath bird blue Caliph CARDENIO CHARLES GEORGE GORDON charming Child comes Cyclops dance dear DICK Dolly Dora doubt dreams E'en eau de Cologne eyes face fair fancy fate flowers FRANK garden gold grace gray grow hair hand hear heard heart HELEN jelick JOLICEUR knew ladies of St LADY laughing lips little Blue-Ribbons London stones look Love's Madame maid Marquise MOLIÈRE Molly Trefusis Monsieur Muse naught o'er old Sedan chair once pass PHIDYLE Phyllida pipe POET POLYPHEME POPE praise PROLOGUE Pure song quoth rhyme Rose round scarce Sedan chair seemed smile song Squire stirred STOOPS TO CONQUER surely sweet TALE OF POLYPHEME thee THEOCRITUS There's thine thing thou thought to-day turned Twas twixt Vauxhall verse wait watch woes wonder words yore
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498 psl. - ALFRED DE MUSSET. TF they hint, O Musician, the piece that you played *- Is nought but a copy of Chopin or Spohr; That the ballad you sing is but merely "conveyed " From the stock of the Arnes and the Purcells of yore ; That there's nothing, in short, in the words or the score That is not as out-worn as the "Wandering Jew...
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