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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... tears ; - One can't disturb the dust of years , And smile serenely . " My golden locks are gray and chill , For hers , -let them be sacred still ; But yet , I own , a boyish thrill Went dancing through me , Charles , when I held yon ...
... tears ; - One can't disturb the dust of years , And smile serenely . " My golden locks are gray and chill , For hers , -let them be sacred still ; But yet , I own , a boyish thrill Went dancing through me , Charles , when I held yon ...
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... through the dying glow ; There came no more nor dame nor cavalier ; But for a little time the brass will show A small gray spot - the record of a tear . AN UNFINISHED SONG . " Cantat Deo qui vivit Deo 154 VIGNETTES IN RHYME .
... through the dying glow ; There came no more nor dame nor cavalier ; But for a little time the brass will show A small gray spot - the record of a tear . AN UNFINISHED SONG . " Cantat Deo qui vivit Deo 154 VIGNETTES IN RHYME .
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... wistful fear , Till , at the dawn , the hornèd wood - men found And bore her gently on a sylvan bier , To lie beside the sea , -with many an uncouth tear . THE PRAYER OF THE SWINE TO CIRCE . H UDDLING 180 MISCELLANEOUS PIECES .
... wistful fear , Till , at the dawn , the hornèd wood - men found And bore her gently on a sylvan bier , To lie beside the sea , -with many an uncouth tear . THE PRAYER OF THE SWINE TO CIRCE . H UDDLING 180 MISCELLANEOUS PIECES .
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... tears fall on the carded wool . If swine we be , -if we indeed be swine , Daughter of Persé , make us swine indeed , Well - pleased on litter - straw to lie supine , — Well - pleased on mast and acorn - shales to feed , Stirred by all ...
... tears fall on the carded wool . If swine we be , -if we indeed be swine , Daughter of Persé , make us swine indeed , Well - pleased on litter - straw to lie supine , — Well - pleased on mast and acorn - shales to feed , Stirred by all ...
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... woodwork as before , And tear the troughs in impotence of pain , --- Not knowing , they , that even at the door Divine Odysseus stood , -as Hermes told of yore . A CASE OF CAMEOS . AGATE . ( The Power THE PRAYER OF THE SWINE TO CIRCE . 185.
... woodwork as before , And tear the troughs in impotence of pain , --- Not knowing , they , that even at the door Divine Odysseus stood , -as Hermes told of yore . A CASE OF CAMEOS . AGATE . ( The Power THE PRAYER OF THE SWINE TO CIRCE . 185.
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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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