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... CHAIR PISCATOR AND PISCATRIX . THE MAHOGANY - TREE ...... JOHN GODFREY SAXE . MY FAMILIAR ... " " DO YOU THINK HE IS MARRIED ? " . FREDERICK LOCKER . TO MY GRANDMOTHER REPLY TO A LETTER ENCLOSING A LOCK OF HAIR .... MY MISTRESS'S BOOTS ...
... CHAIR PISCATOR AND PISCATRIX . THE MAHOGANY - TREE ...... JOHN GODFREY SAXE . MY FAMILIAR ... " " DO YOU THINK HE IS MARRIED ? " . FREDERICK LOCKER . TO MY GRANDMOTHER REPLY TO A LETTER ENCLOSING A LOCK OF HAIR .... MY MISTRESS'S BOOTS ...
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... chair . Jewels are bawbles ; ' tis a sin To care for such unfruitful things ; - One good - sized diamond in a pin , - Some , not so large , in rings , — A ruby , and a pearl , or so , Will do for me ; -I laugh at show . CONTENTMENT . My ...
... chair . Jewels are bawbles ; ' tis a sin To care for such unfruitful things ; - One good - sized diamond in a pin , - Some , not so large , in rings , — A ruby , and a pearl , or so , Will do for me ; -I laugh at show . CONTENTMENT . My ...
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... ape the glittering upstart fool ; - Shall not carved tables serve my turn , But all must be of buhl ? Give grasping pomp its double share , — I ask but one recumbent chair . THE LAST LEAF . Thus humble let me live and 74.
... ape the glittering upstart fool ; - Shall not carved tables serve my turn , But all must be of buhl ? Give grasping pomp its double share , — I ask but one recumbent chair . THE LAST LEAF . Thus humble let me live and 74.
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... chair since last I took . When first I saw ye , cari luoghi , I'd scarce a beard upon my face , And now a grizzled , grim old fogy , I sit and wait for Bouillabaisse . Where are you , old companions trusty Of early days here met to dine ...
... chair since last I took . When first I saw ye , cari luoghi , I'd scarce a beard upon my face , And now a grizzled , grim old fogy , I sit and wait for Bouillabaisse . Where are you , old companions trusty Of early days here met to dine ...
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... , With modest eyes downcast : She comes - she's here - she's past- May Heaven go with her ! Kneel , undisturbed , fair Saint ! Pour out your praise or plaint Meekly and duly ; THE CANE - BOTTOM'D CHAIR . I will not enter ΙΟΙ.
... , With modest eyes downcast : She comes - she's here - she's past- May Heaven go with her ! Kneel , undisturbed , fair Saint ! Pour out your praise or plaint Meekly and duly ; THE CANE - BOTTOM'D CHAIR . I will not enter ΙΟΙ.
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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 good-night hair hand happy hear heart HENRY LUTTRELL IRISH EYES kiss lady laugh LAWRENCE LETTICE WHITE light Lilian lips LITTLE GERTY look MAHOGANY-TREE 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 76 - 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, "They are gone.
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 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 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 74 - Turner, and no more. (A landscape, foreground golden dirt, The sunshine painted with a squirt). Of books but few — some fifty score For daily use, and bound for wear; The rest upon an upper floor; Some little luxury there Of red morocco's gilded gleam, And vellum rich as country cream.
Page 111 - Once on the boughs Birds of rare plume Sang, in its bloom; Night-birds are we; Here we carouse, Singing, like them, Perched round the stem Of the jolly old tree. Here let us sport, Boys, as we sit; Laughter and wit Flashing so free. Life is but short— When we are gone, Let them sing on, Round the old tree.
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.