Old-world Idylls, and Other VersesK. Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, Limited, 1883 - 245 psl. |
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... watch - guard intricately worked . Then worse again . He tried to dress ; He trimmed his tragic mane ; Announced at length ( to our distress ) He had not " lived in vain " ; - Thenceforth his one prevailing mood Became a base beatitude ...
... watch - guard intricately worked . Then worse again . He tried to dress ; He trimmed his tragic mane ; Announced at length ( to our distress ) He had not " lived in vain " ; - Thenceforth his one prevailing mood Became a base beatitude ...
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Austin Dobson. THE PRINCESS . Not at all . Watch but the great one yonder ! There's the Duke ; — Those gill - marks mean his Order of St. Luke ; Those old skin - stains his boasted quarterings . Look what a swirl and roll of tide he ...
Austin Dobson. THE PRINCESS . Not at all . Watch but the great one yonder ! There's the Duke ; — Those gill - marks mean his Order of St. Luke ; Those old skin - stains his boasted quarterings . Look what a swirl and roll of tide he ...
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... on some green sod To wreathe the rustic garden - god ; How sweet beneath the chestnut's shade With you to weave a basket - braid ; N To watch across the stricken chords Your rosy - twinkling TO A GREEK GIRL . 177 To a Greek Girl.
... on some green sod To wreathe the rustic garden - god ; How sweet beneath the chestnut's shade With you to weave a basket - braid ; N To watch across the stricken chords Your rosy - twinkling TO A GREEK GIRL . 177 To a Greek Girl.
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Austin Dobson. To watch across the stricken chords Your rosy - twinkling fingers flee ; To woo you in soft woodland words , With woodland pipe , Autonoë ! In vain , -in vain ! The years divide : Where Thamis rolls a murky tide , I sit ...
Austin Dobson. To watch across the stricken chords Your rosy - twinkling fingers flee ; To woo you in soft woodland words , With woodland pipe , Autonoë ! In vain , -in vain ! The years divide : Where Thamis rolls a murky tide , I sit ...
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... watch the days decline With no fair ending of the quest begun , Condemned in styes to weary and to pine And with men's hearts to beat through this foul front of swine ! For us not now , -for us , alas ! no more The old green glamour of ...
... watch the days decline With no fair ending of the quest begun , Condemned in styes to weary and to pine And with men's hearts to beat through this foul front of swine ! For us not now , -for us , alas ! no more The old green glamour of ...
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ÆGROTUS Alcestis Autonoë BABETTE BALLAD BARON BEAU BROCADE beauty Belle Marquise bird Blithe Boucher bright bright eyes brow Caliph CHALCEDONY comes COUNTESS Cupid's Alley dance dead dear DENISE Dorothy dream e'en eyes face faded fair feet flowers FRANÇOIS BOUCHER FRANK GEORGE the Guard gone grace gray green grew hair hand heart John KENSINGTON GARDENS king more terrible kissed knew L'ÉTOILE last year's nest laughing LAWRENCE lips London stones look Love's M'sieu Madam Maid Monsieur Muse NELLIE NINETTE NINON o'er Odysseus once pale pipe Plato POET poor PRINCESS Procris rhyme RONDEAU Rose Rosina round shade Shepherdess Dorine adored sigh sing smile song Stand and Deliver stirred strange sweet tears terrible than Death thee THEOCRITUS There's thing thou thought thrush to-day turned Twas twixt VIEUXBOIS VILLANELLE watch weary wind-flower word yore
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236 psl. - ... his saints and his gilded stern-frames He had thought like an egg-shell to crack us ; .Now Howard may get to his Flaccus, And Drake to his Devon again, And Hawkins bowl rubbers to Bacchus — For where are the galleons of Spain ? Let his Majesty hang to St. James The axe that he whetted to hack us ; He must play at some lustier games Or at sea he can hope to out-thwack us ; To his mines of Peru he would pack us To tug at his bullet and chain ; Alas ! that his Greatness should lack -us ! — But...
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4 psl. - You'd surely say Some tea-board garden-maker Had planned it in Dutch William's day To please some florist Quaker, So trim it was. The yew-trees still, With pious care perverted, Grew in the same grim shapes ; and still The lipless dolphin spurted ; Still in his wonted state abode The broken-nosed Apollo ; And still the cypress-arbour showed The same umbrageous hollow.
173 psl. - Spring comes laughing By vale and hill, By wind-flower walking And daffodil, — Sing stars of morning, Sing morning skies, Sing blue of speedwell, And my Love's eyes. When comes the Summer, Full-leaved and Strong, And gay birds gossip The orchard long, — Sing hid, sweet honey That no bee sips ; Sing red, red roses, And my Love's lips.
74 psl. - M. VIEUXBOIS (murmuring) Ah, PAUL ! ... old PAUL ! . . . EULALIE too ! And ROSE ! . . . And O ! ' the sky so blue ! ' BABETTE (sings) ' One had my Mother's eyes, Wistful and mild ; One had my Father's face ; One was a Child : All of them bent to me, — Bent down and smiled ! ' (He is asleep !) M. VIEUXBOIS (almost inaudibly) How I forget ! I am so old ! . . . Good night, BABETTE ! 4.67.
161 psl. - ... died ; — Message or wish, may be; — Smooth the folds out and see. Hardly the worst of us Here could have smiled !Only the tremulous Words of a child ; — Prattle, that has for stops Just a few ruddy drops. Look. She is sad to miss, Morning and night, His — her dead father's — kiss ; Tries to be bright, Good to mamma, and sweet. That is all.
135 psl. - So with the rest. Who will may trace "Behind the new each elder face Defined as clearly; Science proceeds, and man stands still; Our " world " today's as good or ill, — As cultured (nearly), As yours was, Horace!