A Vers de Société AnthologyC. Scribner's sons, 1907 - 357 páginas |
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... Spring ! Rosette She Is So Pretty Rondeau Stolen Fruit Love and Age Clubs . To Anne Song · • Thomas Moore . Thomas Moore . • Thomas Moore . • Béranger Béranger . 33 · 34 34 35 · 35 36 • · 36 · 37 38 39 40 4I 42 43 Béranger . 44 • Leigh ...
... Spring ! Rosette She Is So Pretty Rondeau Stolen Fruit Love and Age Clubs . To Anne Song · • Thomas Moore . Thomas Moore . • Thomas Moore . • Béranger Béranger . 33 · 34 34 35 · 35 36 • · 36 · 37 38 39 40 4I 42 43 Béranger . 44 • Leigh ...
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... Spring . A Terrible Infant . Loulou and Her Cat Piccadilly · William Macquorn Rankine 102 Henry Howard Brownell 104 Frederick Locker- Lampson . Frederick Locker- Lampson Frederick Locker- Lampson 105 • тоб 107 Lampson . Frederick Locker ...
... Spring . A Terrible Infant . Loulou and Her Cat Piccadilly · William Macquorn Rankine 102 Henry Howard Brownell 104 Frederick Locker- Lampson . Frederick Locker- Lampson Frederick Locker- Lampson 105 • тоб 107 Lampson . Frederick Locker ...
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... Spring " Before the Blossom Robert Underwood · Love in the Calendar · My Grandmother's Turkey- Tail Fan Valentine A Valentine • · On a Hymn Book • The Ballade of the Summer- Johnson Johnson Robert Underwood Johnson 246 · 246 247 Samuel ...
... Spring " Before the Blossom Robert Underwood · Love in the Calendar · My Grandmother's Turkey- Tail Fan Valentine A Valentine • · On a Hymn Book • The Ballade of the Summer- Johnson Johnson Robert Underwood Johnson 246 · 246 247 Samuel ...
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... SPRING ! HAVE watched her at the window Through long days of snow and wind , Till I learnt to love the shadow That would flit across her blind . " Twixt the lime - tree's leafless branches In the dusk my eyes I'd strain : Now the boughs ...
... SPRING ! HAVE watched her at the window Through long days of snow and wind , Till I learnt to love the shadow That would flit across her blind . " Twixt the lime - tree's leafless branches In the dusk my eyes I'd strain : Now the boughs ...
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... Spring ! you've come again ! Béranger . ROSETTE ́ES ! I know you're very fair ; YES And the rose - bloom of your cheek , And the gold - crown of your hair , Seem of tender love to speak . But to me they speak in vain , I am growing old ...
... Spring ! you've come again ! Béranger . ROSETTE ́ES ! I know you're very fair ; YES And the rose - bloom of your cheek , And the gold - crown of your hair , Seem of tender love to speak . But to me they speak in vain , I am growing old ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Aimer Arcady Austin Dobson BALLADE beauty Beware bird bliss blue blush bonnet Bouillabaisse breath bright Brighton Pier brown c'est à vivre charming cheek Coquette dainty danced darling dear dimple dress Edmund Clarence Stedman eyes face fair fingers flower fool forget Frederick Locker-Lampson frown Gelett Burgess girl glove gown hair hand handsomest head heart heigh-ho kiss knew lady laughing lips Lisette Long ago look Love's lover maid maiden merry Mortimer Collins never night o'er old Sedan chair Oliver Herford passed passion pray pretty rhyme river I-forget Robert Underwood Johnson rose Saint Valentine scorn Sedan chair sigh Sing heigh-ho smile snow soft song Spring stars summer sweet talk tell tender thee There's thing thou thought town tree Twas Valentine Vers de Société W. E. Henley wear what's whisper wonder words young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 19 - When Love with unconfine'd wings Hovers within my Gates ; And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the Grates : When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd to her eye ; The Birds, that wanton in the Air, Know no such Liberty.
Página xxii - When I use a word," Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, "It means just what I choose it to mean — neither more nor less.
Página 15 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For, having...
Página 18 - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer : My joy, my grief, my hope, my love Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair : Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the Sun goes round.
Página 125 - TELL me now in what hidden way is Lady Flora the lovely Roman? Where's Hipparchia, and where is Thais, Neither of them the fairer woman? Where is Echo, beheld of no man, Only heard on river and mere, — She whose beauty was more than human? , But where are the snows of yester-year?
Página 79 - Soft is the breath of a maiden's YES: Not the light gossamer stirs with less; But never a cable that holds so fast Through all the battles of wave and blast, And never an echo of speech or song That lives in the babbling air so long ! There were tones in the voice that whispered then You may hear to-day in a hundred men.
Página 45 - JENNY kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in: Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me!
Página 3 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Página 8 - CUPID and my Campaspe played At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows ; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin ; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me?* THE SONGS...
Página 14 - Be she meeker, kinder, than Turtle-dove or pelican, If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be? Shall a woman's virtues move Me to perish for her love? Or her merits' value known Make me quite forget mine own?