Old-world Idylls, and Other VersesK. Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, Limited, 1883 - 245 psl. |
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... bright , Buoyant as though some power Had lifted it , as rain at night Uplifts a drooping flower . The eyes had lost their listless way , — The old life , tired and faded , Had slipped down with the doll that lay Before her feet ...
... bright , Buoyant as though some power Had lifted it , as rain at night Uplifts a drooping flower . The eyes had lost their listless way , — The old life , tired and faded , Had slipped down with the doll that lay Before her feet ...
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... bright sensation Of love that came and love that went , -- Some fragrance of a lost flirtation , Born when the cuckoo changes song , Dead ere the apple's red is on it , That should have been an epic long , Yet scarcely served to fill a ...
... bright sensation Of love that came and love that went , -- Some fragrance of a lost flirtation , Born when the cuckoo changes song , Dead ere the apple's red is on it , That should have been an epic long , Yet scarcely served to fill a ...
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... bright - eyed Bella go ? Look , Speckle - breast , across the snow , — Are those her dainty tracks I see , That wind beside the shrubbery ? " The Throstle pecked the berries still . " No need for looking , Yellow - bill ; Young Frank ...
... bright - eyed Bella go ? Look , Speckle - breast , across the snow , — Are those her dainty tracks I see , That wind beside the shrubbery ? " The Throstle pecked the berries still . " No need for looking , Yellow - bill ; Young Frank ...
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... bright , Good to mamma , and sweet . That is all . " Marguerite . " Ah , if beside the dead Slumbered the pain ! Ah , if the hearts that bled Slept with the slain ! If the grief died ; —But no ; — Death will not have it so . M Ο THE ...
... bright , Good to mamma , and sweet . That is all . " Marguerite . " Ah , if beside the dead Slumbered the pain ! Ah , if the hearts that bled Slept with the slain ! If the grief died ; —But no ; — Death will not have it so . M Ο THE ...
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... ; — Grief is for them that have both time and wealth : We can't mourn much , who have much work to do ; Your fire is bright . Thank God , I have my health ! ” " M BEFORE THE CURTAIN . ISS PEACOCK ' s 166 VIGNETTES IN RHYME .
... ; — Grief is for them that have both time and wealth : We can't mourn much , who have much work to do ; Your fire is bright . Thank God , I have my health ! ” " M BEFORE THE CURTAIN . ISS PEACOCK ' s 166 VIGNETTES IN RHYME .
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Autonoë BABETTE BALLAD BEAU BROCADE beauty Belle Marquise BEN JONSON bird blue Boucher bright eyes brow Caliph CHALCEDONY CIRCE comes COUNTESS Cupid's Alley dance dear DENISE DOLLY dream E'en eyes face fair fawn that seeks flowers FRANÇOIS BOUCHER FRANK grace gray grew heart Here's a present intended an Ode king more terrible kissed me to-day knew L'ÉTOILE last year's nest laughing LAWRENCE lips London stones look Love Love's M'sieu Madam Maid Monsieur Muse myrtle twine Naught but myrtle NINETTE NINON o'er pale pipe Poets poor present for Rose PRINCESS Procris Pure song rhyme RONDEAU Rosina School of Coquettes seeks its mother shade sigh sing smile song Stand and Deliver stirred strange stray fawn sweet THEOCRITUS There's a tear thing thou thought thrush TRIOLETS turned Twas twixt VIEUXBOIS VILLANELLE watch weary wild and shy wind-flower yore
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