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Dark was her hair , her hand was white ; Her voice was exquisitely tender ; Her
eyes were full of liquid light ; I never saw a waist so slender ! Her every look , her
every smile , Shot right and left a score of arrows ; I thought ' twas Venus from her
...
Dark was her hair , her hand was white ; Her voice was exquisitely tender ; Her
eyes were full of liquid light ; I never saw a waist so slender ! Her every look , her
every smile , Shot right and left a score of arrows ; I thought ' twas Venus from her
...
Page 17
Till at last in her corner , peeping From a nest of rugs and of furs , With the white
shut eyelids sleeping On those dangerous looks of hers , She seemed like a
snowdrop breaking , Not wholly alive nor dead , But with one blind impulse
making ...
Till at last in her corner , peeping From a nest of rugs and of furs , With the white
shut eyelids sleeping On those dangerous looks of hers , She seemed like a
snowdrop breaking , Not wholly alive nor dead , But with one blind impulse
making ...
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I hope Charley's not lost the ring ; Just like him ! -no ! -goodness , how heavy ! It's
really an elegant thing . It's a shame to kneel down in white satin And the flounce
, real old lace — but I must ; I hope they've got a clean cushion , They're usually ...
I hope Charley's not lost the ring ; Just like him ! -no ! -goodness , how heavy ! It's
really an elegant thing . It's a shame to kneel down in white satin And the flounce
, real old lace — but I must ; I hope they've got a clean cushion , They're usually ...
Page 57
The ladies , arm to arm , sweet , white , we found , Like rows of sugared almonds ,
seated round . I leaned against the door — there was no chair . A stout , fierce
gentleman , got up with care ( A cuirassier I set him down to be ) , Leaned on the
...
The ladies , arm to arm , sweet , white , we found , Like rows of sugared almonds ,
seated round . I leaned against the door — there was no chair . A stout , fierce
gentleman , got up with care ( A cuirassier I set him down to be ) , Leaned on the
...
Page 88
A DAINTY little bonnet , The sweetest marabout , A sea of tawny wavelets O'er
forehead white as snow ; A brace of sparkling sapphires , Two cheeks of rosy dye
, A pair of lips of ruby , And a fascinating sigh . Think'st thou she goes to worship ...
A DAINTY little bonnet , The sweetest marabout , A sea of tawny wavelets O'er
forehead white as snow ; A brace of sparkling sapphires , Two cheeks of rosy dye
, A pair of lips of ruby , And a fascinating sigh . Think'st thou she goes to worship ...
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Page 39 - PART I At a pleasant evening party I had taken down to supper One whom I will call ELVIRA, and we talked of love and TUPPER, MR. TUPPER and the poets, very lightly with them dealing. For I've always been distinguished for a strong poetic feeling. Then we let off paper crackers, each of which contained a motto, And she listened while I read them, till her mother told her not to. Then she whispered, "To the ball-room we had better, dear, be walking; If we stop down here much longer, really people will...
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| Title | The Parlor Muse: A Selection of Vers de Société from Modern Poets Parchment-paper series |
| Author | Oliver Bell Bunce |
| Publisher | D. Appleton, 1884 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 2 Feb 2007 |
| Length | 96 pages |
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