Collected PoemsK. Paul, Trench, Trübner, 1898 - 526 psl. |
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... Once he had loved , but failed to wed , A red - cheeked lass who long was dead ; His ways were far too slow , he said , To quite forget her ; And still when time had turned him gray , The earliest hawthorn buds in May Would find his ...
... Once he had loved , but failed to wed , A red - cheeked lass who long was dead ; His ways were far too slow , he said , To quite forget her ; And still when time had turned him gray , The earliest hawthorn buds in May Would find his ...
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... once had been the rage ; - It hath been hinted , Indeed , affirmed by one or two , Some spark at Bath ( as sparks will do ) Inscribed a song to " Lovely Prue , " Which Urban printed . I know she thought ; I know she felt ; Perchance ...
... once had been the rage ; - It hath been hinted , Indeed , affirmed by one or two , Some spark at Bath ( as sparks will do ) Inscribed a song to " Lovely Prue , " Which Urban printed . I know she thought ; I know she felt ; Perchance ...
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... Once , only once , —perhaps the last night's revels Palled in the after - taste , —our Boucher sighed For that first beauty , falsely named the Devil's , Young - lipped , unlessoned , joyous , and clear- eyed ; Flung down his palette ...
... Once , only once , —perhaps the last night's revels Palled in the after - taste , —our Boucher sighed For that first beauty , falsely named the Devil's , Young - lipped , unlessoned , joyous , and clear- eyed ; Flung down his palette ...
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... once . ' Twill come in time . Meanwhile , suppose We take a meditative doze . ( Sleeps . By - and - by his paper falls . ) M. L'ÉTOILE ( approaching from the back ) . Some one before me . Monsieur the Scholar ? What ! ' tis you ...
... once . ' Twill come in time . Meanwhile , suppose We take a meditative doze . ( Sleeps . By - and - by his paper falls . ) M. L'ÉTOILE ( approaching from the back ) . Some one before me . Monsieur the Scholar ? What ! ' tis you ...
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... once more . ) ( Sings again . ) " Then came the Sire Apollo , He passed you where you lay ; ' Come , Dian , rise and follow The dappled Hart to slay , - The rapid Hart to slay . " ( A rustling within . ) ( Coquette ! She heard before ...
... once more . ) ( Sings again . ) " Then came the Sire Apollo , He passed you where you lay ; ' Come , Dian , rise and follow The dappled Hart to slay , - The rapid Hart to slay . " ( A rustling within . ) ( Coquette ! She heard before ...
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Autonoë Bard BEAU BROCADE beauty beneath bird Caliph CARDENIO Child comes Cupid's Alley Cyclops dance dead dear DENISE Dolly doubt dreams E'en eau de Cologne eyes face fair fancy fate flowers FRANK garden grace gray green grew grow hair hand head hear heard heart jelick JOLICEUR knew ladies of St LADY laughing lips little Blue-Ribbons London stones look Love's LYRE Madame maid MOLIÈRE Molly Trefusis Monsieur morning Muse naught o'er old Sedan chair once pain pass PHIDYLE Phyllida play POET poor POPE praise PROCRIS Pure song rhyme Rose round scarce seemed sing smile song soul Squire stirred strange surely sweet tale tears thee Theocritus There's thing thou thought thrush to-day turned Twas twixt Vauxhall verses wait watch weary WILLIAM HOGARTH wind-flowers words young youth
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464 psl. - OVE 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...
521 psl. - To obviate all the reflections which have gone round the world to Johnson's prejudice, by applying to him the epithet of a bear, let me impress upon my readers a just and happy saying of my friend Goldsmith, who knew him well: " Johnson, to be sure, has a roughness in his manner ; but no man alive has a more tender heart. He has nothing of the bear but his skin...
488 psl. - CHICKEN-SKIN, delicate, white, ^-' Painted by Carlo Vanloo, Loves in a riot of light, Roses and vaporous blue; Hark to the dainty frou-frou ! Picture above, if you can, Eyes that could melt as the dew, — This was the Pompadour's fan ! See how they rise at the sight, Thronging the...
488 psl. - Matters of state and of might, Things that great ministers do; Things that, maybe, overthrew Those in whose brains they began ; Here was the sign and the cue, — This was the Pompadour's fan!
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469 psl. - WITH pipe and flute the rustic Pan Of old made music sweet for man ; And wonder hushed the warbling bird, And closer drew the calm-eyed herd, — The rolling river slowlier ran. Ah ! would, — ah ! would, a little span, Some air of Arcady could fan This age of ours, too seldom stirred With pipe and flute...
97 psl. - read " three hours. Both notes and text Were fast a mist becoming ; In bounced a vagrant bee, perplexed, And filled the room with humming, Then out. The casement's leafage sways, And, parted light, discloses Miss Di., with hat and book, — a maze Of muslin mixed with roses. " You're reading Greek?" " I am — and you?" " O, mine's a mere romancer ! "
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...
472 psl. - WITH slower pen men used to write, Of old, when " letters " were " polite ; In ANNA'S, or in GEORGE'S days, They could afford to turn a phrase, Or trim a straggling theme aright. They knew not steam ; electric light Not yet had dazed their calmer sight ; — They meted out both blame and praise With slower pen. Too swiftly now the Hours take flight ! What's read at morn is dead at night : Scant space have we for Art's delays, Whose breathless thought so briefly stays, We may not work — ah ! would...
95 psl. - ... FRANK. If I were you, when persons I affected, Wait for three hours to take me down to Kew, I would, at least, pretend I recollected, If I were you ! NELLIE. If I were you, when ladies are so lavish, Sir, as to keep me every waltz but two, I would not dance with odious Miss M'Tavish If I were you ! FRANK. If I were you, who vow you cannot suffer Whiff of the best,— the mildest "honey-dew," I would not dance with smoke-consuming Puffer, If I were you ! NELLIE.