Collected PoemsK. Paul, Trench, Trübner, 1898 - 526 psl. |
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... and the Critics 323 The Toyman 325 The Successful Author . 327 The Dilettant . 330 The Two Painters 332 The Claims of the Muse 334 The ' Squire at Vauxhall . The Climacteric 337 341 CONTENTS TALES IN RHYME : - * The Virgin with X11 ...
... and the Critics 323 The Toyman 325 The Successful Author . 327 The Dilettant . 330 The Two Painters 332 The Claims of the Muse 334 The ' Squire at Vauxhall . The Climacteric 337 341 CONTENTS TALES IN RHYME : - * The Virgin with X11 ...
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... Vauxhall grace The soft white hand that stroked her lace , Or smoothed her wimples . So left her beautiful . Her age Was comely as her youth was sage , And yet she once had been the rage ; - It hath been hinted , Indeed , affirmed by ...
... Vauxhall grace The soft white hand that stroked her lace , Or smoothed her wimples . So left her beautiful . Her age Was comely as her youth was sage , And yet she once had been the rage ; - It hath been hinted , Indeed , affirmed by ...
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... whipped , if I'd my Will , From Charing Cross to Ludgate Hill . She's just .. " But he began to stutter , So left SIR GRACELESS in the Gutter . THE ' SQUIRE AT VAUXHALL THE ' SQUIRE AT VAUXHALL 336 FABLES OF LITERATURE AND ART.
... whipped , if I'd my Will , From Charing Cross to Ludgate Hill . She's just .. " But he began to stutter , So left SIR GRACELESS in the Gutter . THE ' SQUIRE AT VAUXHALL THE ' SQUIRE AT VAUXHALL 336 FABLES OF LITERATURE AND ART.
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Austin Dobson. THE ' SQUIRE AT VAUXHALL THE ' SQUIRE AT VAUXHALL N OTHING so idle as to waste This Life disputing upon Taste ; And most let that sad Truth be written- In this contentious Land of Britain , Where each one holds " it seems ...
Austin Dobson. THE ' SQUIRE AT VAUXHALL THE ' SQUIRE AT VAUXHALL N OTHING so idle as to waste This Life disputing upon Taste ; And most let that sad Truth be written- In this contentious Land of Britain , Where each one holds " it seems ...
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... Vauxhall , THE ' SQUIRE AT VAUXHALL What Time the eager Matron 338 FABLES OF LITERATURE AND ART.
... Vauxhall , THE ' SQUIRE AT VAUXHALL What Time the eager Matron 338 FABLES OF LITERATURE AND ART.
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Autonoë BABETTE BALLAD Bard BEAU BROCADE beauty Belle Marquise bird Boucher Caliph CARDENIO CHARLES GEORGE GORDON Child comes Cupid's Alley Cyclops dance dead dear DENISE Dolly doubt dreams E'en eyes face fair fancy fate flowers François Boucher FRANK garden grace gray green grew grow hair hand heard heart IDYLL JOLICEUR knew ladies of St LADY laughing lips little Blue-Ribbons London stones look Love's Madame maid MOLIÈRE Molly Trefusis Monsieur Muse naught NINETTE o'er old Sedan chair once pass Phyllida play POET praise PROCRIS Pure song quoth rhyme Rose round scarce seemed sing smile song Squire stirred STOOPS TO CONQUER STORY OF ROSINA surely sweet tale thee There's thine thing thou thought thrush to-day turned Twas twixt Vauxhall verses wait watch weary WILLIAM HOGARTH woes words youth ΝΙΝΟΝ
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