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... look , her every smile , Shot right and left a score of arrows ; I thought ' twas Venus from her isle , And wondered where she'd left her sparrows . She talked , -of politics or prayers , — Or Southey's prose , or Wordsworth's son- nets ...
... look , her every smile , Shot right and left a score of arrows ; I thought ' twas Venus from her isle , And wondered where she'd left her sparrows . She talked , -of politics or prayers , — Or Southey's prose , or Wordsworth's son- nets ...
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... look was sad , As if the Opera were demolished . She smiled on many , just for fun— I knew that there was nothing in it ; I was the first - the only one Her heart had thought of for a minute.— I knew it , for she told me so , In phrase ...
... look was sad , As if the Opera were demolished . She smiled on many , just for fun— I knew that there was nothing in it ; I was the first - the only one Her heart had thought of for a minute.— I knew it , for she told me so , In phrase ...
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... ! NELLIE . Really ! you would ? Why , Frank , you're quite delightful— Hot as Othello , and as black of hue ; Borrow my fan . I would not look so frightful , If I were you ! FRANK . " It is the cause " -I mean 12 The Parlor Muse .
... ! NELLIE . Really ! you would ? Why , Frank , you're quite delightful— Hot as Othello , and as black of hue ; Borrow my fan . I would not look so frightful , If I were you ! FRANK . " It is the cause " -I mean 12 The Parlor Muse .
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... . And oh ! the odd things that she quoted , With the prettiest possible look , And the price of two buns that she noted In the prettiest possible book , While her talk like a musical rillet Flashed on with 16 The Parlor Muse .
... . And oh ! the odd things that she quoted , With the prettiest possible look , And the price of two buns that she noted In the prettiest possible book , While her talk like a musical rillet Flashed on with 16 The Parlor Muse .
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... looks of hers , She seemed like a snowdrop breaking , Not wholly alive nor dead , But with one blind impulse making To the sounds of the spring overhead ; And I watched in the lamplight's swerving The shade of the down - dropped lid ...
... looks of hers , She seemed like a snowdrop breaking , Not wholly alive nor dead , But with one blind impulse making To the sounds of the spring overhead ; And I watched in the lamplight's swerving The shade of the down - dropped lid ...
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Page 10 - Our love was like most other loves; — A little glow, a little shiver, A rose-bud, and a pair of gloves, And "Fly not yet" — upon the river; Some jealousy of some one's heir, Some hopes of dying broken-hearted, A miniature, a lock of hair, The usual vows, — and then we parted.
Page 7 - twas Venus from her isle, And wondered where she'd left her sparrows. She talked of politics or prayers — Of Southey's prose, or Wordsworth's sonnets, Of danglers or of dancing bears, Of battles, or the last new bonnets ; By candle-light, at twelve o'clock, To me it mattered not a tittle, If those bright lips had quoted Locke, I might have thought they murmured Little. Through sunny May, through sultry June, I loved her with a love eternal...
Page 24 - s debonair, And innocent and fair As a rose. She's an angel in a frock, With a fascinating cock To her nose.
Page 8 - Whose colour was extremely hectic; Her grandmother for many a year Had fed the parish with her bounty; Her second cousin was a peer, And lord lieutenant of the county.
Page 47 - Norway, Till at last I sank exhausted at a pastry-cook his doorway. There were fuchsias and geraniums, and daffodils and myrtle, So I entered, and I ordered half a basin of mock turtle. He was plump and he was chubby, he was smooth and he was rosy, And his little wife was pretty, and particularly cozy.
Page 8 - She sketched ; the vale, the wood, the beach, Grew lovelier from her pencil's shading : She botanized; I envied each Young blossom in her boudoir fading : She warbled Handel ; it was grand ; She made the Catalani jealous : She touched the organ; I could stand For hours and hours to blow the bellows.
Page 13 - I mean your chaperon is Bringing some well-curled juvenile. Adieu ! / shall retire. I'd spare that poor Adonis, If I were you ! NELLIE. Go, if you will. At once ! And by express, sir ! Where shall it be? To China— or Peru? Go. I should leave inquirers my address, sir, If I were you ! TU QUOQUE.
Page 12 - If I were you! Frank. If I were you, who vow you cannot suffer Whiff of the best, — the mildest honey-dew, I would not dance with smoke-consuming Puffer, If I were you!
Page 47 - First I go and make the patties, and the puddings and the jellies, Then I make a sugar birdcage, which upon a table swell is; "Then I polish all the silver, which a supper-table lacquers; Then I write the pretty mottoes which you find inside the crackers
Page 5 - Years, years ago, ere yet my dreams, Had been of being wise or witty ; Ere I had done with writing themes, Or yawned o'er this infernal ' Chitty,' Years, years ago, while all my joys, Were in my fowling-piece and filly, In short, while I was yet a boy, I fell in love with Laura Lilly. I saw her at...