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... like that In her grief . It is shocking , I declare , But what does Dollie care When the beaux Come flocking to her feet Like the bees around a sweet Little rose ! SAMUEL MINTURN P TO MINNIE ( WITH A HAND - GLASS ) A 20.
... like that In her grief . It is shocking , I declare , But what does Dollie care When the beaux Come flocking to her feet Like the bees around a sweet Little rose ! SAMUEL MINTURN P TO MINNIE ( WITH A HAND - GLASS ) A 20.
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... delicate a skin For her feet ? You lucky little kid , You perish'd , so you did , For my sweet . The faery stitching gleams On the sides , and in the seams , As it shows MY MISTRESS'S BOOTS The Pixies were the wags Who tipt 22.
... delicate a skin For her feet ? You lucky little kid , You perish'd , so you did , For my sweet . The faery stitching gleams On the sides , and in the seams , As it shows MY MISTRESS'S BOOTS The Pixies were the wags Who tipt 22.
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... feet ; They walk beside Her ' rickshaw wheels They never walk by mine ; And that's because I'm seventeen And She is forty - nine . She rides with half a dozen men ( She calls them " boys " and " mashers I trot along the Mall alone . My ...
... feet ; They walk beside Her ' rickshaw wheels They never walk by mine ; And that's because I'm seventeen And She is forty - nine . She rides with half a dozen men ( She calls them " boys " and " mashers I trot along the Mall alone . My ...
Page 98
... modern maiden . " Minus , of course , the classic scandal , But with no less of nimble grace , How many dainty slippered feet Are running now that self - same race ! A LESSON IN MYTHOLOGY nd when Hippomenes casts down His 98.
... modern maiden . " Minus , of course , the classic scandal , But with no less of nimble grace , How many dainty slippered feet Are running now that self - same race ! A LESSON IN MYTHOLOGY nd when Hippomenes casts down His 98.
Page 118
... feet go free in pattens , If she wear a russet gown . If she be not queen or goddess She shall milk my brown - eyed herds , And the breasts beneath her bodice Are whiter than her curds . So I will live in a dairy , And it's Colin I will ...
... feet go free in pattens , If she wear a russet gown . If she be not queen or goddess She shall milk my brown - eyed herds , And the breasts beneath her bodice Are whiter than her curds . So I will live in a dairy , And it's Colin I will ...
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Page 167 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Page 267 - And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, " They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Page 268 - 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. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here ; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer...
Page 85 - HAD we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find : I by the tide Of Humber would complain.
Page 12 - For while she makes her silk-worms beds With all the tender things I swear, Whilst all the house my passion reads In papers round her baby's hair, She may receive and own my flame; For though the strictest prudes should know it, She'll pass for a most virtuous dame, And I for an unhappy poet.
Page 86 - But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.
Page 207 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Page 254 - 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 87 - Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife, Thorough the iron gates of life ; Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.
Page 266 - 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, "They are gone.