| Alexander Smellie - 1924 - 216 psl.
...and warmer air than the weightiest prose can do ? " In the workaday world for its needs and woes, There is place and enough for the pains of prose ; But whenever the Maybells clash and chime, Then hey ! for the ripple of laughing rhyme." And " ye are God's poem,"... | |
| Austin Dobson - 1924 - 278 psl.
...pedantstrut, In a changing quarrel of " Ayes " and " Noes," In a starched procession of " If" and " But," There is place and enough for the pains of prose ; But whenever a soft glance softer grows And the light hours dance to the trysting-time, And the secret is told "that... | |
| Edmund Gosse - 1925 - 436 psl.
...and rut. In November fogs, in December snows, When the North Wind howls, and the doors are shut, There is place and enough for the pains of prose ; But whenever a scent from the hawthorn blows. And the jasmine-stars at the casement climb. And a Rosalind-face at... | |
| United States Armed Forces Institute - 1942 - 532 psl.
...Then hey! for the ripple of laughing rhyme! Envoy In the work-a-day world, for its needs and woes, There is place and enough for the pains of prose; But whenever the May-bells clash and chime, Then hey! for the ripple of laughing rhyme! IN AFTER DAYS In after days... | |
| 1908 - 792 psl.
...May-morning mood he has given us his own preference for verse. "In a work-a-day world for its needs and woes. There is place and enough for the pains of prose, But whenever the May bells clash and chime, Then it's hey for the ripple of laughing rhyme!" And such is the spirit... | |
| 1921 - 768 psl.
...and rut. Tn November fogs, in Pecemher snows. When the North Wind howls, and the doors are shut, There is place and enough for the pains of prose; But whenever a scent from the . whitethorn blows, And the jasmine-stars at the саяеment climb, * Anfl a Rosalind-face... | |
| 1921 - 768 psl.
...(like a beard) has a "formal cut," VCJ СигГЮТ 00. ru*4.ISMED BY PERMISSION There is place ami enough for the, pains of prose; But whenever the May-blood stirs and slows. And the young year draws to the "golden prime," And Sir Romeo sticks in his ear a rose, ... | |
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