The Little Book of Society VerseHoughton Mifflin, 1922 - 355 psl. |
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... kiss me just as you would kiss Some woman friend you chanced to see ; You call me " dearest . " - Are yours , not its reality All love's forms Oh , Annie ! cry , and storm , and rave ! Do anything with passion in it ! Hate me an hour ...
... kiss me just as you would kiss Some woman friend you chanced to see ; You call me " dearest . " - Are yours , not its reality All love's forms Oh , Annie ! cry , and storm , and rave ! Do anything with passion in it ! Hate me an hour ...
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... kissed her . I lost some sleep , some pounds in weight , A deal of time and all my spirits , And much , how much I dare not state , I mused upon that damsel's merits . I tortured my unhappy soul , I wished I never might recover ; I ...
... kissed her . I lost some sleep , some pounds in weight , A deal of time and all my spirits , And much , how much I dare not state , I mused upon that damsel's merits . I tortured my unhappy soul , I wished I never might recover ; I ...
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... kiss with reproaches . I leave you ; my soul is wrung ; I pause , look back from the portal Ah , I no more am young ... kisses grow tame , Before my moodiness 138.
... kiss with reproaches . I leave you ; my soul is wrung ; I pause , look back from the portal Ah , I no more am young ... kisses grow tame , Before my moodiness 138.
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efore my THALIA kisses grow tame , Before my moodiness grieve you , While yet my heart is flame , And I all lover , I leave you . o , in the coming time , When you count the rich years over , Think of me in my prime , And not as a white ...
efore my THALIA kisses grow tame , Before my moodiness grieve you , While yet my heart is flame , And I all lover , I leave you . o , in the coming time , When you count the rich years over , Think of me in my prime , And not as a white ...
141 psl.
... kiss , ink I could exist without it . ort , so well I've learned to fast , at , sooth my love , I know not whether ht not bring myself at last , do without you altogether . THOMAS MOORE DA CAPO SHORT and sweet , and we've come to 141.
... kiss , ink I could exist without it . ort , so well I've learned to fast , at , sooth my love , I know not whether ht not bring myself at last , do without you altogether . THOMAS MOORE DA CAPO SHORT and sweet , and we've come to 141.
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A. E. HOUSMAN AUSTIN DOBSON BACHELOR'S DREAM Ball BALLAD beauty BELLE bird bliss blue blush Bouillabaisse CATHARINA CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY charming cheek Chloe d'ye think dainty dance dear dearly delight DOLLIE Dora eyes face fancy fashion fate fingers flirt fond forty-nine FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON girl glove Good-night grace hair hand heard heart HENRY CUYLER BUNNER James's kiss ladies of St light lips look love thee lover Lydia Dick maid mamma MATTHEW PRIOR Miss morning never night numbers o'er once passion Phyllida play pleasure poet poor Poverty Flat praise pretty RIVAL rose scarce Season sigh sing smile Society Verse song superfluous sweet talk tell tender thine thing THOMAS MOORE thou art thought true Vanity Fair walk WALTER LEARNED WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR wear WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED wise young youth
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