Old-world Idylls, and Other Verses |
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And urchin Cupid after Beside the Pillow curled , He whispered you with Laughter , ' Awake and witch the World , O Venus , witch the World ! ( Now comes the last . ' Tis scarcely worse , I think , than Monsieur l'ABBÉ's verse . ) ...
And urchin Cupid after Beside the Pillow curled , He whispered you with Laughter , ' Awake and witch the World , O Venus , witch the World ! ( Now comes the last . ' Tis scarcely worse , I think , than Monsieur l'ABBÉ's verse . ) ...
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... Briseis ' next protector ; - Still Menelaus brings , we see , His oft - remanded case on ; Still somewhere sad Hypsipyle Bewails a faithless Jason ; G And here , the Doctor's sill beside , Do I THE DRAMA OF THE DOCTOR'S WINDOW . 81.
... Briseis ' next protector ; - Still Menelaus brings , we see , His oft - remanded case on ; Still somewhere sad Hypsipyle Bewails a faithless Jason ; G And here , the Doctor's sill beside , Do I THE DRAMA OF THE DOCTOR'S WINDOW . 81.
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And here , the Doctor's sill beside , Do I not now discover A Thisbe , whom the walls divide From Pyramus , her lover ? ACT THE FIRST . Act I. began . Some noise had scared The cat , that like an arrow Shot up the wall and disappeared ...
And here , the Doctor's sill beside , Do I not now discover A Thisbe , whom the walls divide From Pyramus , her lover ? ACT THE FIRST . Act I. began . Some noise had scared The cat , that like an arrow Shot up the wall and disappeared ...
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I saw you bend beside the phlox , Pluck , as you passed , a sprig of myrtle , Review my well - ranged hollyhocks , Smile at the fountain's slender spurtle ; You paused beneath the cherry - tree , Where my marauder thrush was singing ...
I saw you bend beside the phlox , Pluck , as you passed , a sprig of myrtle , Review my well - ranged hollyhocks , Smile at the fountain's slender spurtle ; You paused beneath the cherry - tree , Where my marauder thrush was singing ...
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Look , Speckle - breast , across the snow ,Are those her dainty tracks I see , That wind beside the shrubbery ? The Throstle pecked the berries still . No need for looking , Yellow - bill ; Young Frank was there an hour ago ...
Look , Speckle - breast , across the snow ,Are those her dainty tracks I see , That wind beside the shrubbery ? The Throstle pecked the berries still . No need for looking , Yellow - bill ; Young Frank was there an hour ago ...
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Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Alley BABETTE BALLAD BEAU beauty Belle Marquise beside better bird blue Boucher bright Caliph clear comes dance dead dear Death DENISE door doubt dream eyes face fair feet flowers FRANK fresh garden Give gone grace gray green grew grow hair Half hand head hear heard heart hope John kissed knew Lady laughing LAWRENCE leaves less light lips lived look Maid mean Muse never night NINETTE NINON once pain pale passed pipe play Poet poor rest Rose round seek seemed shade sing smile song Spring stand stay stirred strange surely sweet tears There's thing thou thought to-day true turned Twas voice wait watch weary young
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236 psl. - ... 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 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...
214 psl. - Love 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...
104 psl. - My book in turn avers (No author's name is stated) That sometimes those Philosophers Are sadly mis-translated." " But hear, the next's in stronger style : The Cynic School asserted That two red lips which part and smile May not be controverted ! " She smiled once more "My book, I find, Observes some modern doctors Would make the Cynics out a .kind Of album-verse concoctors." Then I "Why not? ' Ephesian law, No less than time's tradition, Enjoined fair speech on all who saw Diana's apparition.
4 psl. - The fresher modern traces ; For idle mallet, hoop, and ball Upon the lawn were lying ; A magazine, a tumbled shawl, Round which the swifts were flying ; And, tossed beside the Guelder rose, A heap of rainbow knitting, Where, blinking in her pleased repose, A Persian cat was sitting. " A place to love in, live, for aye, If we too, like Tithonus, Could find some God to stretch the gray...
239 psl. - There is place and enough for the pains of prose ; But whenever a scent from the whitethorn blows. And the jasmine-stars...
4 psl. - You'd surely say Some tea-board garden-maker Had planned it in Dutch William's day To please some florist Quaker, 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.
173 psl. - Spring comes laughing By vale and hill, By wind-flower walking And daffodil, Sing stars of morning, Sing morning skies, Sing blue of speedwell, And my Love's eyes. When comes the Summer, Full-leaved and Strong, And gay birds gossip The orchard long, Sing hid, sweet honey That no bee sips ; Sing red, red roses, And my Love's lips.
74 psl. - M. VIEUXBOIS (murmuring) Ah, PAUL ! ... old PAUL ! . . . EULALIE too ! And ROSE ! . . . And O ! ' the sky so blue ! ' BABETTE (sings) ' One had my Mother's eyes, Wistful and mild ; One had my Father's face ; One was a Child : All of them bent to me, Bent down and smiled ! ' (He is asleep !) M. VIEUXBOIS (almost inaudibly) How I forget ! I am so old ! . . . Good night, BABETTE ! 4.67.
161 psl. - ... died ; Message or wish, may be; Smooth the folds out and see. Hardly the worst of us Here could have smiled !Only the tremulous Words of a child ; Prattle, that has for stops Just a few ruddy drops. Look. She is sad to miss, Morning and night, His her dead father's kiss ; Tries to be bright, Good to mamma, and sweet. That is all.
135 psl. - So with the rest. Who will may trace "Behind the new each elder face Defined as clearly; Science proceeds, and man stands still; Our " world " today's as good or ill, As cultured (nearly), As yours was, Horace!
Bibliografinė informacija
| Pavadinimas | Old-world Idylls, and Other Verses |
| Autorius | Austin Dobson |
| Leidimas | 2 |
| Leidėjas | Kegan Paul, Trench, 1883 |
| Originalas iš | Oksfordo universitetas |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 4 spalio 2007 |
| Ilgis | 245 psl. |
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