Old-world Idylls, and Other VersesK. Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, Limited, 1883 - 245 páginas |
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... Hope takes flight , ” — ( which means that I must fly , Default of funds , to Paris or to Brussels ) ; " I cannot wait ! My own , my queen - Priscilla ! Write by return . " And now for a Manilla ! " Miss Blank , " at " Blank . " Jemima ...
... Hope takes flight , ” — ( which means that I must fly , Default of funds , to Paris or to Brussels ) ; " I cannot wait ! My own , my queen - Priscilla ! Write by return . " And now for a Manilla ! " Miss Blank , " at " Blank . " Jemima ...
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... ; While here with us - Ah ! who could hope To verify the varied pleas , Or from his private means to cope With all our shrill necessities ! Impossible ! One might as well Attempt comparison of creeds 128 VIGNETTES IN RHYME .
... ; While here with us - Ah ! who could hope To verify the varied pleas , Or from his private means to cope With all our shrill necessities ! Impossible ! One might as well Attempt comparison of creeds 128 VIGNETTES IN RHYME .
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... , happier man . For him futurity Still hides a hope that this his earthly praise Finds heavenly end , for surely will not He , Solver of all , above his Flower of Days , Teach him the song that no one living knows ? 156 VIGNETTES IN RHYME .
... , happier man . For him futurity Still hides a hope that this his earthly praise Finds heavenly end , for surely will not He , Solver of all , above his Flower of Days , Teach him the song that no one living knows ? 156 VIGNETTES IN RHYME .
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... hope , or if they might surprise In that cold face soft pity's spark concealed , Which she , still scorning , evermore denies ; Nor was there in her any ruth revealed To whom with such mute speech and dumb words they appealed . What hope ...
... hope , or if they might surprise In that cold face soft pity's spark concealed , Which she , still scorning , evermore denies ; Nor was there in her any ruth revealed To whom with such mute speech and dumb words they appealed . What hope ...
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... hope hath lost its wing . Thou , that to Night dost call , How hast thou heart to sing Thy tears made musical ? PHILOMELA . Alas for me ! a dry desire Is all my song , —a waste of fire That will not fade nor fail ; To me , dim shapes of ...
... hope hath lost its wing . Thou , that to Night dost call , How hast thou heart to sing Thy tears made musical ? PHILOMELA . Alas for me ! a dry desire Is all my song , —a waste of fire That will not fade nor fail ; To me , dim shapes of ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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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!