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Aimer Arcady Austin Dobson BALLADE beauty bird blue blushing bonnet Bouillabaisse breath bright Brighton Pier brown Butterfly lovering bwave c'est a vivre charming dance darling dear dimple dress Edmund Clarence Stedman ENVOY Eugene Field face fair flower forget Frederick Locker-Lampson frown Gelett Burgess girl glove gown grace grandmother's turkey-tail fan H. C. Bunner hair hand head heart kiss lady laughing lips Long ago look Love's lover maid maiden merry minuet never night o'er old Sedan chair passed passion pretty rhymes Richard Watson Gilder river I-forget Robert Underwood Johnson rose Saint Valentine scorn sigh sing smile snow soft song soul Spring stars strawberries summer sweet tell tender thee There's thing Thomas Bailey Aldrich thought to-night town Twas Vers de Societe Villanelle W. E. Henley wear what's whisper wise words young
Page 15 - That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times, still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time; And while ye may, go marry; For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
Page 8 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet...
Page 126 - TELL me now in what hidden way is Lady Flora the lovely Roman ? Where's Hipparchia, and where is Thais, Neither of them the fairer woman ? Where is Echo, beheld of no man, Only heard on river and mere, — She whose beauty was more than human? . . . But where are the snows of yester-year?
Page 20 - And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames...
Page 18 - ON A GIRDLE THAT which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer : My joy, my grief, my hope, my love Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair : Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the Sun goes round.
Page 86 - Ah me ! ho'w 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 45 - JENNY kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in : Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me!
Page 3 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.