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I heard how you shot at The Beeches , I saw how you rode Chanticleer , I have
read the report of your speeches , And echo ' d the echoing cheer : There ' s a
whisper of hearts you are breaking , Dear Fred , I believe it , I do ! Small marvel
that ...
I heard how you shot at The Beeches , I saw how you rode Chanticleer , I have
read the report of your speeches , And echo ' d the echoing cheer : There ' s a
whisper of hearts you are breaking , Dear Fred , I believe it , I do ! Small marvel
that ...
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I thought I was going to die ; Oh , think of our favourite cottage , We walk ' d arm in
arm to the road , love , And think of our dear “ Lalla Rookh ! " We look ' d arm in
arın to the sky ; How we shared with the milkmaids their And I said , “ When a ...
I thought I was going to die ; Oh , think of our favourite cottage , We walk ' d arm in
arm to the road , love , And think of our dear “ Lalla Rookh ! " We look ' d arm in
arın to the sky ; How we shared with the milkmaids their And I said , “ When a ...
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Sometimes I ' ve envied , it is true , That Hero , joyous twenty - two , What change
in one short afternoon ; My own dear Neighbour gone , — so soon ! Is yon pale
orb her honey - moon Slow rising hither ? Oh , lady , wan and marvellous !
Sometimes I ' ve envied , it is true , That Hero , joyous twenty - two , What change
in one short afternoon ; My own dear Neighbour gone , — so soon ! Is yon pale
orb her honey - moon Slow rising hither ? Oh , lady , wan and marvellous !
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You like to be praised by the throng : They tell me you ' re shadow ' d with laurel :
They tell me you ' re loved by a Blue : They tell me you ' re sadly immoral — Dear
Clarence , that cannot be true ! But to me you are still what I found you , Before ...
You like to be praised by the throng : They tell me you ' re shadow ' d with laurel :
They tell me you ' re loved by a Blue : They tell me you ' re sadly immoral — Dear
Clarence , that cannot be true ! But to me you are still what I found you , Before ...
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This moral means You then were midway in the teens That I was crowning ; We
never spoke , but when I smiled At morn or eve , I know , dear Child , You were
not frowning . Each morning that we met , I think One sentiment us two did link ,
Not ...
This moral means You then were midway in the teens That I was crowning ; We
never spoke , but when I smiled At morn or eve , I know , dear Child , You were
not frowning . Each morning that we met , I think One sentiment us two did link ,
Not ...
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Bibliographic information
| Title | Poems |
| Authors | Austin Dobson, Frederick Locker-Lampson, Winthrop Mackworth Praed |
| Illustrated by | Maud Humphrey |
| Publisher | Frederick A. Stokes, 1892 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 19 Feb 2008 |
| Length | 71 pages |
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