Old-world Idylls and Other VersesKegan Paul, Trench, 1883 - 245 páginas |
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... Fair with Sam , And Mother's storing Apples , -Prue and Me Up to our Elbows making Damson Jam : But we shall meet before a Week is gone , - " Tis a long Lane that has no Turning , ' John ! 66 Only till Sunday next , and then you'll wait ...
... Fair with Sam , And Mother's storing Apples , -Prue and Me Up to our Elbows making Damson Jam : But we shall meet before a Week is gone , - " Tis a long Lane that has no Turning , ' John ! 66 Only till Sunday next , and then you'll wait ...
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... fair old faces grow more fair As Point and Flanders yellow ; Whom some old store of garnered grief , Their placid temples shading , Crowns like a wreath of autumn leaf With tender tints of fading . Peace to your soul ! You died unwed ...
... fair old faces grow more fair As Point and Flanders yellow ; Whom some old store of garnered grief , Their placid temples shading , Crowns like a wreath of autumn leaf With tender tints of fading . Peace to your soul ! You died unwed ...
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... fair old face , And only kissed with Vauxhall grace The soft white hand that stroked her lace , Or smoothed her wimples . So left her beautiful . Her age Was comely as her youth was sage , And yet she once had been the rage ; — It hath ...
... fair old face , And only kissed with Vauxhall grace The soft white hand that stroked her lace , Or smoothed her wimples . So left her beautiful . Her age Was comely as her youth was sage , And yet she once had been the rage ; — It hath ...
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... fair ; O yes , we know it Well , Marquise ; For he swore it , your last poet , On his knees ; And he called all heaven to witness Of his ballad and its fitness , " Belle Marquise ! ” — You were everything in ère ( With exception of ...
... fair ; O yes , we know it Well , Marquise ; For he swore it , your last poet , On his knees ; And he called all heaven to witness Of his ballad and its fitness , " Belle Marquise ! ” — You were everything in ère ( With exception of ...
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... fair ; Praised and cajoled so craftily that straightway Voici Rosina , -standing at his gateway . Shy at the first , in time Rosina's laughter Rang through the studio as the girlish face Peeped from some painter's travesty , or after ...
... fair ; Praised and cajoled so craftily that straightway Voici Rosina , -standing at his gateway . Shy at the first , in time Rosina's laughter Rang through the studio as the girlish face Peeped from some painter's travesty , or after ...
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Autonoë BABETTE BALLADE BARON BEAU BROCADE beauty Belle Marquise BEN JONSON bird blue Boucher bright 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 hair heart Here's a present intended an Ode king more terrible kissed me to-day knew L'ÉTOILE laughing LAWRENCE lips London stones look Love Love's M'sieu Madam Maid Monsieur Muse myrtle twine Naught but myrtle NINETTE NINON o'er once pale pipe POET present for Rose PRINCESS Procris Pure song rhyme RONDEAU Rosina round School of Coquettes seeks its mother sigh sing smile song Stand and Deliver stirred stray fawn sweet swinger 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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Página 210 - Love comes back to his vacant dwelling — The old, old Love that we knew of yore ! We see him stand by the open door, With his great eyes sad, and his bosom swelling. " He makes as though in our arms repelling He fain would lie, as he lay before ; Love comes back to his vacant dwelling...
Página 12 - And more, he read it. Once he had loved, but failed to wed, A red-cheeked lass who long was dead ; His ways were far too slow, he said, To quite forget her ; And still when time had turned him gray, The earliest hawthorn buds in May Would find his lingering feet astray, Where first he met her. " In Calo Quies " heads the stone On Leisure's grave, — now little known, A tangle of wild-rose has grown So thick across it ; The " Benefactions " still declare He left the clerk an elbow-chair, And " 12...
Página 234 - — Is nothing but Tennyson thinly arrayed In a tissue that's taken from Morris's store ; That no one, in fact, but a child could ignore That you " lift " or " accommodate " all that you do ; Take heart — though your Pegasus' withers be sore — For the man who plants cabbages imitates, too ! POSTSCRIPTUM.
Página 171 - TIME goes, you say? Ah, no! Alas, Time stays, we go; Or else, were this not so, What need to chain the hours, For Youth were always ours? Time goes, you say? — ah no! Ours is the eyes' deceit Of men whose flying feet Lead through some landscape low ; We pass, and think we see The earth's fixed surface flee: — Alas, Time stays, — we go ! Once in the days of old, Your locks were curling gold, And mine had shamed the crow. Now, in the self-same stage, We've reached the silver age ; Time goes,...
Página 99 - read " three hours. Both notes and text Were fast a mist becoming ; In bounced a vagrant bee, perplexed, And filled the room with humming, Then out. The casement's leafage sways, And, parted light, discloses Miss Di., with hat and book, — a maze Of muslin mixed with roses. " You're reading Greek?" " I am — and you?" " O, mine's a mere romancer ! "
Página 233 - From the stock of the Arnes and the Purcells of yore; That there's nothing, in short, in the words or the score That is not as out-worn as the "Wandering Jew," Make answer— Beethoven could scarcely do more— That the man who plants cabbages imitates, too! If they tell you, Sir Artist, your light and your shade Are simply adapted from other men's lore; That— plainly to speak of a "spade...
Página 97 - If I were you ! Frank. If I were you, who vow you cannot suffer Whiff of the best, the mildest " honey-dew," I would not dance with smoke-consuming Puffer, If I were you! Nellie. If I were you, I would not, sir, be bitter, Even to write the Cynical Review : — Frank.
Página 235 - There is place and enough for the pains of prose; — • But whenever a scent from the whitethorn blows, And the jasmine-stars to the casement climb, And a Rosalind-face at the lattice shows, Then hey!
Página 112 - Tis averred, That the souls of men, released From their bodies when deceased, Sometimes enter in a beast, — Or a bird. I have watched you long, Avice, — Watched you so, I have found your secret out ; And I know That the restless ribboned things, Where your slope of shoulder springs,. Are but undeveloped wings That will grow.
Página 172 - rose" and "snow"; My bird, that sang, is dead; Where are your roses fled? Alas, Time stays — we go! See, in what traversed ways, What backward Fate delays The hopes we used to know; Where are our old desires? — Ah, where those vanished fires? Time goes, you say? — ah no! How far, how far, O Sweet, The past behind our feet Lies in the even-glow ! Now, on the forward way, Let us fold hands, and pray; Alas, Time stays, — we go!