Old-world Idylls and Other VersesKegan Paul, Trench, 1883 - 245 psl. |
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... their loves as we , ' Twould save this inconsistency . " " Nay , Gossip , " chirped the Robin , " nay ; I like their unreflective way . Besides , I heard enough to show Their love is 108 VIGNETTES IN RHYME . Love in Winter.
... their loves as we , ' Twould save this inconsistency . " " Nay , Gossip , " chirped the Robin , " nay ; I like their unreflective way . Besides , I heard enough to show Their love is 108 VIGNETTES IN RHYME . Love in Winter.
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Austin Dobson. Besides , I heard enough to show Their love is proof against the snow : - ' Why wait , ' he said , ' why wait for May , When love can warm a winter's day ? ' " I POT - POURRI . " Si jeunesse savait ? LOVE IN WINTER . 109.
Austin Dobson. Besides , I heard enough to show Their love is proof against the snow : - ' Why wait , ' he said , ' why wait for May , When love can warm a winter's day ? ' " I POT - POURRI . " Si jeunesse savait ? LOVE IN WINTER . 109.
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... heard your single cry In the lane , All the sound was as the " sweet " Which the birds to birds repeat In their thank - song to the heat After rain . When you sang the Schwalbenlied , ' Twas absurd , - But it seemed no human note That I ...
... heard your single cry In the lane , All the sound was as the " sweet " Which the birds to birds repeat In their thank - song to the heat After rain . When you sang the Schwalbenlied , ' Twas absurd , - But it seemed no human note That I ...
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... heard , My fancies wandered from the droning wife To sad comparison of man and bird , — The broken song , the uncompleted life , That seemed a broken song ; and of the two , My thought a moment deemed the bird more blest , That , when ...
... heard , My fancies wandered from the droning wife To sad comparison of man and bird , — The broken song , the uncompleted life , That seemed a broken song ; and of the two , My thought a moment deemed the bird more blest , That , when ...
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... ' Twas a string of his violoncello , And they heard him stir in his bed : - " Make room for a tired little fellow , Kind God ! " was the last that he said . Но THE CRADLE . OW steadfastly she'd worked at it 158 VIGNETTES IN RHYME .
... ' Twas a string of his violoncello , And they heard him stir in his bed : - " Make room for a tired little fellow , Kind God ! " was the last that he said . Но THE CRADLE . OW steadfastly she'd worked at it 158 VIGNETTES IN RHYME .
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Autonoë BABETTE BALLADE BARON BEAU BROCADE beauty Belle Marquise BEN JONSON bird blue Boucher bright eyes brows Caliph CHALCEDONY CIRCE comes COUNTESS Cupid's Alley dance dear DENISE DOLLY dream E'en eyes face fair fawn that seeks flowers FRANÇOIS BOUCHER FRANK grace gray grew hand heart Here's a present intended an Ode king more terrible kissed me to-day knew L'ÉTOILE laughing LAWRENCE lips London stones look Love Love's M'sieu Madam Maid Monsieur Muse myrtle twine Naught but myrtle NINETTE NINON o'er pale pipe Poets present for Rose PRINCESS Procris Pure song rhyme RONDEAU Rosina School of Coquettes seeks its mother shade sigh sing smile song Stand and Deliver stirred strange stray fawn sweet THEOCRITUS There's a tear thing thou thought thrush TRIOLETS turned Twas twixt VIEUXBOIS VILLANELLE watch weary wild and shy wind-flower yore
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