Old-world Idylls: And Other VersesK. Paul, Trench, 1885 - 245 psl. |
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... thought of much Before we knew each other , I and you ; And now , why , John , your least , least Finger - touch , Gives me enough to think a Summer through . See , for I send you Something ! There , ' tis gone ! Look in this corner ...
... thought of much Before we knew each other , I and you ; And now , why , John , your least , least Finger - touch , Gives me enough to think a Summer through . See , for I send you Something ! There , ' tis gone ! Look in this corner ...
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... The spotless , stately coif whose crest Like Hector's horse - plume towered ; And still the sweet half - solemn look Where some past thought was clinging , As when one shuts a serious book To hear the A DEAD LETTER . 7.
... The spotless , stately coif whose crest Like Hector's horse - plume towered ; And still the sweet half - solemn look Where some past thought was clinging , As when one shuts a serious book To hear the A DEAD LETTER . 7.
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... Prue , " Which Urban printed . I know she thought ; I know she felt ; Perchance could sum , I doubt she spelt , She knew as little of the Celt As of the Saxon ; I know she played and sang , for yet We A GENTLEWOMAN OF THE OLD SCHOOL . 15.
... Prue , " Which Urban printed . I know she thought ; I know she felt ; Perchance could sum , I doubt she spelt , She knew as little of the Celt As of the Saxon ; I know she played and sang , for yet We A GENTLEWOMAN OF THE OLD SCHOOL . 15.
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... equipped and accoutred , DOLLY Clattered away to " Exciseman's Folly " ; - Such was the name of a ruined abode , Just on the edge of the London road . Thence she thought she might safely try , As soon THE BALLAD OF " BEAU BROCADE . " 25.
... equipped and accoutred , DOLLY Clattered away to " Exciseman's Folly " ; - Such was the name of a ruined abode , Just on the edge of the London road . Thence she thought she might safely try , As soon THE BALLAD OF " BEAU BROCADE . " 25.
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And Other Verses Austin Dobson. Thence she thought she might safely try , As soon as she saw it , to warn the " Fly ... thought ' twas a freak of MEG or BET ; A freak of the " Rose " or the " Rummer " set . Out - spoke DOLLY the ...
And Other Verses Austin Dobson. Thence she thought she might safely try , As soon as she saw it , to warn the " Fly ... thought ' twas a freak of MEG or BET ; A freak of the " Rose " or the " Rummer " set . Out - spoke DOLLY the ...
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ÆGROTUS Autonoë BABETTE BALLAD BARON battle of Malplaquet BEAU BROCADE beauty Belle Marquise bird blue Boucher bright bright eyes brow Caliph CHALCEDONY CLAUDE TIllier comes COUNTESS Cupid's Alley Cynics dance dead dear DENISE Dorothy dream e'en eyes face faded fair feet flowers FRANÇOIS BOUcher FRANK garden GEORGE the Guard gone grace gray green grew hair hand heart HORTENSE kissed knew L'ÉTOILE last year's nest laughing LAWRENCE lips London stones look Louis-d'or Love Love's M'sieu Madam Maid Monsieur Muse NELLIE NINETTE NINON o'er once pale pipe Poets poor PRINCESS Procris Pure song rhyme ringdoves RONDEAU Rose Rosina round shade Shepherdess Dorine adored sigh Sing smile song stirred strange sweet tears THEOCRITUS There's thing thou thought thrush to-day turned Twas twixt VIEUXBOIS VILLANELLE Ville-d'Avray voice watch weary wind-flower word yore
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