Old-world Idylls and Other VersesKegan Paul, Trench, 1884 - 252 psl. "This selection is based upon one published at New York in 1880. With a few exceptions, the pieces are chosen from Vignettes in rhyme, 1873, and Proverbs in porcelain, 1877. Both volumes are out of print"--Page facing half-title |
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Austin Dobson. AN AUTUMN IDYLL . 66 ' Sweet Themmes ! runne softly , till I end my song . " SPENSER . LAWRENCE . FRANK . JACK . LAWRENCE . HERE , where the beech - nuts drop among the grasses , Push the boat in , and throw the rope ...
Austin Dobson. AN AUTUMN IDYLL . 66 ' Sweet Themmes ! runne softly , till I end my song . " SPENSER . LAWRENCE . FRANK . JACK . LAWRENCE . HERE , where the beech - nuts drop among the grasses , Push the boat in , and throw the rope ...
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... a Lady , beautiful and queenly , Crowned with a sweet , continual control , Grandly forbearing , lifting life serenely E'en to her own nobility of soul . FRANK . Mine is a Woman , kindly beyond measure 92 VIGNETTES IN RHYME .
... a Lady , beautiful and queenly , Crowned with a sweet , continual control , Grandly forbearing , lifting life serenely E'en to her own nobility of soul . FRANK . Mine is a Woman , kindly beyond measure 92 VIGNETTES IN RHYME .
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... , scorning . Kismet , my Rose ! Revenge is sweet , — She made my heart - strings quiver ; And yet You shan't lie in the street , I'll drop you in the River . LOVE IN WINTER . ETWEEN the berried holly - bush THE ROMAUNT OF THE ROSE . • 107.
... , scorning . Kismet , my Rose ! Revenge is sweet , — She made my heart - strings quiver ; And yet You shan't lie in the street , I'll drop you in the River . LOVE IN WINTER . ETWEEN the berried holly - bush THE ROMAUNT OF THE ROSE . • 107.
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... 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 ; For your strain had all the trills , All the little ...
... 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 ; For your strain had all the trills , All the little ...
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... Sweet , By the bodice trim and neat , - Just to feel your heart a - beat , Like a bird . Yet , alas ! Love's light you deign But to wear As the dew upon your plumes , And you care Not a whit for rest or hush ; But the leaves , the lyric ...
... Sweet , By the bodice trim and neat , - Just to feel your heart a - beat , Like a bird . Yet , alas ! Love's light you deign But to wear As the dew upon your plumes , And you care Not a whit for rest or hush ; But the leaves , the lyric ...
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Autonoë BABETTE BALLADE BARON BEAU BROCADE beauty Belle Marquise bird blue Boucher brow Caliph CLAUDE TILLIER comes Cupid's Alley Cynics dance dear DENISE DOLLY Dorothy dream e'en eyes face fair fawn that seeks feet flowers FRANÇOIS BOUCHER FRANK grace gray green grew hair hand heart I-no intended an Ode king more terrible kissed me to-day knew L'ÉTOILE laughing LAWRENCE LE DÉPIT AMOUREUX lips London stones look Love Love's M'sieu Madam Maid Muse Naught but myrtle NELLIE NINETTE NINON o'er once pale pipe and flute Plato Poets poor present for Rose PRINCESS Procris Pure song rhyme RONDEAU Rosina scarce School of Coquettes seeks its mother sigh sing smile song stirred strange stray fawn sweet Sybaris teacup-times THEOCRITUS thing thou thought thrush turned Twas twice-told tales Twill twixt VIEUXBOIS VILLANELLE watched weary word yore
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