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Ah, the poor child !" the neighbours cry of her, ' ' Morte, Afsieu, morte ! On dit, des peines du caw ! " Just for a second, say, the tidings shocked him, Say, in his eye a sudden tear-drop shone, Just for a second a dull feeling ...
Ah, the poor child !" the neighbours cry of her, ' ' Morte, Afsieu, morte ! On dit, des peines du caw ! " Just for a second, say, the tidings shocked him, Say, in his eye a sudden tear-drop shone, Just for a second a dull feeling ...
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Tis scarcely worse , I think , than Monsieur l'ABBÉ's verse . ) So waken , waken , waken , O You , whom we adore ! Where Gods can be mistaken , Mere Mortals must be more , - Poor Mortals must be more ! ( That merits an encore ! ) ...
Tis scarcely worse , I think , than Monsieur l'ABBÉ's verse . ) So waken , waken , waken , O You , whom we adore ! Where Gods can be mistaken , Mere Mortals must be more , - Poor Mortals must be more ! ( That merits an encore ! ) ...
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With such sad eyes beneath her hood , And such poor little feet , -- all bare ! Her name was EUGÉNIE LA FÈRE . She used to tell us , -moonlight nights , --- When I was at the Carmelites . NINON . Ah , then it must be right .
With such sad eyes beneath her hood , And such poor little feet , -- all bare ! Her name was EUGÉNIE LA FÈRE . She used to tell us , -moonlight nights , --- When I was at the Carmelites . NINON . Ah , then it must be right .
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This poor Ma'am'selle ! M. VIEUXBOIS . You're a good girl , BABETTE , but she ,She was an Angel , verily . Sometimes I think I see her yet Stand smiling by the cabinet ; And once , I know , she peeped and laughed Betwixt the curtains .
This poor Ma'am'selle ! M. VIEUXBOIS . You're a good girl , BABETTE , but she ,She was an Angel , verily . Sometimes I think I see her yet Stand smiling by the cabinet ; And once , I know , she peeped and laughed Betwixt the curtains .
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I would not look so frightful , If I were you ! FRANK . " It is the cause . I mean your chaperon is Bringing some well - curled juvenile . Adieu ! I shall retire . I'd spare that poor Adonis , If I were you ! NELLIE . Go , if you will .
I would not look so frightful , If I were you ! FRANK . " It is the cause . I mean your chaperon is Bringing some well - curled juvenile . Adieu ! I shall retire . I'd spare that poor Adonis , If I were you ! NELLIE . Go , if you will .
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Alley BABETTE BALLADE BEAU beauty Belle Marquise beside better bird blue Boucher bright Caliph clear comes dance dead dear Death DENISE door doubt dream eyes face fair fate feel feet flowers FRANK fresh garden Give gone grace gray green grew grow hair Half hand head hear heard heart hope John king kissed knew laughing LAWRENCE leaves less light lips lived look Maid mean morning Muse never night NINETTE NINON once pain pale pass pipe play Poet poor rest Rose round seek seemed shade sing smile song Spring stand stay stirred strange surely sweet tears thing thou thought to-day turned Twas voice wait watch weary young
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Bibliografinė informacija
| Pavadinimas | Old-world Idylls and Other Verses |
| Autorius | Austin Dobson |
| Leidimas | 4 |
| Leidėjas | Kegan Paul, Trench, 1884 |
| Originalas iš | Harvardo universitetas |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 26 vasario 2008 |
| Ilgis | 252 psl. |
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