Old-world Idylls, and Other VersesK. Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, Limited, 1883 - 245 psl. |
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... fresh as Youth , And rare as Love . You pause , you wonder , ( Pretend to doubt the marks , forsooth ! ) And so we fall to why and how The fragile figures smile and bow ; Divine , at length , the fable under Thus grew the " Scenes ...
... fresh as Youth , And rare as Love . You pause , you wonder , ( Pretend to doubt the marks , forsooth ! ) And so we fall to why and how The fragile figures smile and bow ; Divine , at length , the fable under Thus grew the " Scenes ...
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... fresh young smile that shone when she , Of old , was tender . Once more we trod the Golden Way , - That mother you saw yesterday , And I , whom none can well portray As young , or slender . She twirled the flimsy scarf about Her pretty ...
... fresh young smile that shone when she , Of old , was tender . Once more we trod the Golden Way , - That mother you saw yesterday , And I , whom none can well portray As young , or slender . She twirled the flimsy scarf about Her pretty ...
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... fresh and clear , For here is " Cupid's Alley . " And , from an Arbour cool and green , With aspect down the middle , An ancient Fiddler , gray and lean , Scrapes on an ancient fiddle ; Alert he seems , but aged enow To punt the 142 ...
... fresh and clear , For here is " Cupid's Alley . " And , from an Arbour cool and green , With aspect down the middle , An ancient Fiddler , gray and lean , Scrapes on an ancient fiddle ; Alert he seems , but aged enow To punt the 142 ...
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... fresh sullied from the troughs o'er- turned , — With wrinkling snouts , -yet eyes in which desire Of some strange thing unutterably burned , Unquenchable ; and still where'er She turned They rose about her , striving each o'er each ...
... fresh sullied from the troughs o'er- turned , — With wrinkling snouts , -yet eyes in which desire Of some strange thing unutterably burned , Unquenchable ; and still where'er She turned They rose about her , striving each o'er each ...
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... fresh excess disgraced , With heavy head , and thyrsus held askew , The Youths , in scorn , had dull Silenus placed , And o'er him " King of Topers " they had traced . Yet but a King of Sleep he seemed at best , With wine - bag cheeks ...
... fresh excess disgraced , With heavy head , and thyrsus held askew , The Youths , in scorn , had dull Silenus placed , And o'er him " King of Topers " they had traced . Yet but a King of Sleep he seemed at best , With wine - bag cheeks ...
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ÆGROTUS Alcestis Autonoë BABETTE BALLAD BARON BEAU BROCADE beauty Belle Marquise bird Blithe Boucher bright bright eyes brow Caliph CHALCEDONY comes COUNTESS Cupid's Alley dance dead dear DENISE Dorothy dream e'en eyes face faded fair feet flowers FRANÇOIS BOUCHER FRANK GEORGE the Guard gone grace gray green grew hair hand heart John KENSINGTON GARDENS king more terrible kissed knew L'ÉTOILE last year's nest laughing LAWRENCE lips London stones look Love's M'sieu Madam Maid Monsieur Muse NELLIE NINETTE NINON o'er Odysseus once pale pipe Plato POET poor PRINCESS Procris rhyme RONDEAU Rose Rosina round shade Shepherdess Dorine adored sigh sing smile song Stand and Deliver stirred strange sweet tears terrible than Death thee THEOCRITUS There's thing thou thought thrush to-day turned Twas twixt VIEUXBOIS VILLANELLE watch weary wind-flower word yore
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