Collected PoemsK. Paul, Trench, Trübner, 1898 - 526 psl. |
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... Heart 63 " Good - Night , Babette ! " 67 Epilogue . 71 VIGNETTES IN RHYME : - The Drama of the Doctor's Window 75 An Autumn Idyll 83 A Garden Idyll 90 Tu Quoque 94 . A Dialogue from Plato 97 The Romaunt of the Rose 99 Love in Winter 101 ...
... Heart 63 " Good - Night , Babette ! " 67 Epilogue . 71 VIGNETTES IN RHYME : - The Drama of the Doctor's Window 75 An Autumn Idyll 83 A Garden Idyll 90 Tu Quoque 94 . A Dialogue from Plato 97 The Romaunt of the Rose 99 Love in Winter 101 ...
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... heart and pocket ; Our Love's a gilded , surplus grace , - Just like an empty locket ! " " The time is out of joint . ' Who will May strive to make it better ; For me , this warm old window - sill , And this old dusty letter . " II ...
... heart and pocket ; Our Love's a gilded , surplus grace , - Just like an empty locket ! " " The time is out of joint . ' Who will May strive to make it better ; For me , this warm old window - sill , And this old dusty letter . " II ...
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... heart that wrote ! Ah , lips that kissed ! You had no thought or presage Into what keeping you dismissed Your simple old - world message ! A reverent one . Though we to - day Distrust beliefs and powers , The artless , ageless things ...
... heart that wrote ! Ah , lips that kissed ! You had no thought or presage Into what keeping you dismissed Your simple old - world message ! A reverent one . Though we to - day Distrust beliefs and powers , The artless , ageless things ...
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... book To hear the thrushes singing . I kneel to you ! Of those you were , Whose kind old hearts grow mellow , - Whose fair old faces grow more fair As Point and Flanders yellow ; -- Whom some old store of garnered grief , Their 7.
... book To hear the thrushes singing . I kneel to you ! Of those you were , Whose kind old hearts grow mellow , - Whose fair old faces grow more fair As Point and Flanders yellow ; -- Whom some old store of garnered grief , Their 7.
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... , Is to her the gods were used to , - Is to grand Greek Aphroditè , Sprung from seas . " Belle Marquise ! " You are just a porcelain trifle , Just a thing of puffs and patches , Made for madrigals and catches , Not for heart - 31.
... , Is to her the gods were used to , - Is to grand Greek Aphroditè , Sprung from seas . " Belle Marquise ! " You are just a porcelain trifle , Just a thing of puffs and patches , Made for madrigals and catches , Not for heart - 31.
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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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