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... DEAR FANNY ..... A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP .. REASON , FOLLY , AND BEAUTY . MINERVA'S THIMBLE . THOMAS HOOD . .... PAGE 3 10 16 21 28 f t wwww ww 45 47 49 49 51 ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF CLAPHAM ACADEMY I'M NOT A SINGLE MAN ...
... DEAR FANNY ..... A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP .. REASON , FOLLY , AND BEAUTY . MINERVA'S THIMBLE . THOMAS HOOD . .... PAGE 3 10 16 21 28 f t wwww ww 45 47 49 49 51 ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF CLAPHAM ACADEMY I'M NOT A SINGLE MAN ...
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... dear Lalla Rookh ! How we shared with the milkmaids their pottage , And drank of the stream from the brook ; How fondly our loving lips falter'd , " What further can grandeur bestow ? " My heart is the same ; -is yours alter'd ? My own ...
... dear Lalla Rookh ! How we shared with the milkmaids their pottage , And drank of the stream from the brook ; How fondly our loving lips falter'd , " What further can grandeur bestow ? " My heart is the same ; -is yours alter'd ? My own ...
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... Dear Clarence - it is not your own ; Your cravat is badly selected : Your coat don't become you at all ; And why is your hair so neglected ? You must have it curl'd for our Ball . I've often been out upon Haldon To look for a covey with ...
... Dear Clarence - it is not your own ; Your cravat is badly selected : Your coat don't become you at all ; And why is your hair so neglected ? You must have it curl'd for our Ball . I've often been out upon Haldon To look for a covey with ...
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... Dear Clarence , that cannot be true ! But to me , you are still what I found you , Before you grew clever and tall ; And you'll think of the spell that once bound you ; And you'll come - won't you come ? —to our Ball ! THE CHAUNT OF THE ...
... Dear Clarence , that cannot be true ! But to me , you are still what I found you , Before you grew clever and tall ; And you'll think of the spell that once bound you ; And you'll come - won't you come ? —to our Ball ! THE CHAUNT OF THE ...
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... For brilliant eyes Again to set it glowing ? No - vain , alas ! th ' endeavor From bonds so sweet to sever ; - Poor Wisdom's chance Against a glance Is now as weak as ever . DEAR FANNY . HE has beauty , but still you 46.
... For brilliant eyes Again to set it glowing ? No - vain , alas ! th ' endeavor From bonds so sweet to sever ; - Poor Wisdom's chance Against a glance Is now as weak as ever . DEAR FANNY . HE has beauty , but still you 46.
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ALFRED TENNYSON ANGORA CAT Araminta AUTUMN IDYL beauty beneath bird bliss blue bosom Bouillabaisse BRAZEN HEAD bright Burnham-beeches cane-bottom'd chair cheek Christmas in Town CLAUDE TILLIER COLERAINE dance dear Dorothy dreams fair To fill fill my glass flower FRANK friends GARDEN IDYL girl glove glow gone good-night hair hand happy hear heart HENRY LUTTRELL IRISH EYES kiss lady laugh LAWRENCE LETTICE WHITE light Lilian lips LITTLE GERTY look maid Miss morning MORTIMER COLLINS neighbor Nelly never o'er once PALL MALL perhaps pleasant pleasure poet poor pretty reason fair rhyme rose ROSE SONG round scarce sigh Sing heigh-ho smile soft song soul SPECTATOR AB EXTRA spends his Christmas sweet talk tears tell tender thee There's think's a reason THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY thou thought tree TU QUOQUE Twas vers de société vex'd wife wind youth
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Page 75 - I SAW him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said,
Page 285 - Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips, the smile of truth. Oh, that dew, like balm, shall steal Into wounds, that cannot heal, Even as sleep our eyes doth seal ; And that smile, like sunshine, dart Into many a sunless heart, For a smile of God thou art.
Page 71 - Man wants but little here below." Little I ask; my wants are few; I only wish a hut of stone (A very plain brown stone will do, That I may call my own — And close at hand is such a one, In yonder street that fronts the sun. Plain food is quite enough for me; Three courses are as good as ten; — If Nature can subsist on three, Thank Heaven for three. Amen!
Page 255 - A month or more hath she been dead, Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed And her together. A springy motion in her gait, A rising step, did indicate Of pride and joy no common rate That flush'd her spirit: I know not by what name beside I shall it call: if 'twas not pride, It was a joy to that allied She did inherit.
Page 100 - Ah me! how quick the days are flitting! I mind me of a time that's gone, When here I'd sit, .as now I'm sitting, In this same place — but not alone. A fair young form was nestled near me, A dear, dear face looked fondly up, And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me — There's no one now to share my cup.
Page 72 - ... call my own; — And close at hand is such a one, In yonder street that fronts the sun. Plain food is quite enough for me; Three courses are as good as ten; — If Nature can subsist on three, Thank Heaven for three. Amen ! I always thought cold victual nice; — My choice would be vanilla-ice.
Page 9 - Our love was like most other loves, — A little glow, a little shiver, A rosebud 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 81 - MY AUNT. MY aunt ! my dear unmarried aunt ! Long years have o'er her flown ; Yet still she strains the aching clasp That binds her virgin zone ; I know it hurts her, — though she looks As cheerful as she can ; Her waist is ampler than her life, For life is but a span.
Page 77 - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh.
Page 284 - Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June.