Old-world Idylls: And Other Verses |
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His carackes were christened of dames To the kirtles whereof he would tack us ; With his saints and his gilded stern - frames , He had thought like an egg - shell to crack us ; Now Howard may get to his Flaccus , And Drake to his Devon ...
His carackes were christened of dames To the kirtles whereof he would tack us ; With his saints and his gilded stern - frames , He had thought like an egg - shell to crack us ; Now Howard may get to his Flaccus , And Drake to his Devon ...
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arms BABETTE BALLADE BEAU beauty Belle better bird blue bright Caliph clear comes comes back dance dead dear Death detest door doubt dream E'en eyes face faded fair feet flowers FRANK Give gone grace gray green grew grow hair half hand hard head hear heart hope John kissed knew laughing LAWRENCE leaves less light lips lived look Love Maid Marquise mean mother Muse myrtle twine Naught but myrtle never NINETTE once pain pass pipe play Poets poor rest Rose round School seeks seemed shade sigh sing smile song Spring stand stay stirred strange stray surely sweet tear thee There's thing thou thought to-day turned verse voice wait watch wine yore young
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222 psl. - ... saints and his gilded stern-frames, He had thought like an egg-shell to crack us; Now Howard may get to his Flaccus, And Drake to his Devon again, And Hawkins bowl rubbers to Bacchus, For where are the galleons of Spain? Let his Majesty hang to St. James The axe that he whetted to hack us; He must play at some lustier games Or at sea he can hope to out-thwack us; To his mines of Peru he would pack us To tug at his bullet and chain ; Alas! that his Greatness should lack us! But where are...
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4 psl. - So trim it was. The yew-trees still, With pious care perverted, Grew in the same grim shapes ; and still The lipless dolphin spurted ; Still in his wonted state abode The broken-nosed Apollo ; And still the cypress-arbour showed The same umbrageous hollow.
Bibliografinė informacija
| Pavadinimas | Old-world Idylls And Other Verses |
| Autorius | Austin Dobson |
| Leidimas | 5 |
| Leidėjas | K. Paul, Trench, 1885 |
| Originalas iš | Mičigano universitetas |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 3 kovo 2006 |
| Ilgis | 245 psl. |
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