Old-world Idylls, and Other VersesK. Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, Limited, 1883 - 245 páginas |
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... Child - Musician . The Cradle . 120 123 127 131 133 136 139 142 • 146 • 152 155 158 159 Before Sedan 160 The Forgotten Grave 162 My Landlady . 164 Before the Curtain 167 A Nightingale in Kensington Gardens 169 PAGE MISCELLANEOUS PIECES ...
... Child - Musician . The Cradle . 120 123 127 131 133 136 139 142 • 146 • 152 155 158 159 Before Sedan 160 The Forgotten Grave 162 My Landlady . 164 Before the Curtain 167 A Nightingale in Kensington Gardens 169 PAGE MISCELLANEOUS PIECES ...
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... child of Hudson's make , Stiffly at ease beside a lake With swans and willows . I keep her later semblance placed Beside my desk , - ' tis lawned and laced , In shadowy sanguine stipple traced By Bartolozzi ; A placid face , in which ...
... child of Hudson's make , Stiffly at ease beside a lake With swans and willows . I keep her later semblance placed Beside my desk , - ' tis lawned and laced , In shadowy sanguine stipple traced By Bartolozzi ; A placid face , in which ...
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... child with sudden ebullitions , Flashes of fun , and little bursts of song , Petulant pains , and fleeting pale contritions , Mute little moods of misery and wrong ; Only a child , of Nature's rarest making , Wistful and sweet , —and ...
... child with sudden ebullitions , Flashes of fun , and little bursts of song , Petulant pains , and fleeting pale contritions , Mute little moods of misery and wrong ; Only a child , of Nature's rarest making , Wistful and sweet , —and ...
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... child - face , the eyes as black as beads , Head set askance , and hand that shyly stretches Flowers to the passer , with a look that pleads . This was no other than Rosina surely ; — None Boucher knew could else have looked so purely ...
... child - face , the eyes as black as beads , Head set askance , and hand that shyly stretches Flowers to the passer , with a look that pleads . This was no other than Rosina surely ; — None Boucher knew could else have looked so purely ...
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... child ! ” the neighbours cry of her , " Morte , M'sieu , morte ! On dit , —des peines du cœur ! ” Just for a second , say , the tidings shocked him , Say , in his eye a sudden tear - drop shone , — Just for a second a dull feeling ...
... child ! ” the neighbours cry of her , " Morte , M'sieu , morte ! On dit , —des peines du cœur ! ” Just for a second , say , the tidings shocked him , Say , in his eye a sudden tear - drop shone , — Just for a second a dull feeling ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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Página 236 - ... 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...
Página 214 - 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 104 - My book in turn avers (No author's name is stated) That sometimes those Philosophers Are sadly mis-translated." " But hear, — the next's in stronger style : The Cynic School asserted That two red lips which part and smile May not be controverted ! " She smiled once more — "My book, I find, Observes some modern doctors Would make the Cynics out a .kind Of album-verse concoctors." Then I— "Why not? ' Ephesian law, No less than time's tradition, Enjoined fair speech on all who saw Diana's apparition.
Página 4 - The fresher modern traces ; For idle mallet, hoop, and ball Upon the lawn were lying ; A magazine, a tumbled shawl, Round which the swifts were flying ; And, tossed beside the Guelder rose, A heap of rainbow knitting, Where, blinking in her pleased repose, A Persian cat was sitting. " A place to love in, — live, — for aye, If we too, like Tithonus, Could find some God to stretch the gray...
Página 239 - There is place and enough for the pains of prose ; — But whenever a scent from the whitethorn blows. And the jasmine-stars...
Página 4 - 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.
Página 173 - 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.
Página 74 - 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.
Página 161 - ... 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.
Página 135 - 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!