"When I Saw You Last,

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Rose"

Austin Dobson

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When Shakespeare Laughed Christopher Morley
When the Brow of June Emily Pfeiffer

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Above the sea and sea-washed town we dwelt

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Ah! leave the smoke, the wealth, the roar

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Ah, Manon, say, why is it we

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Ah me, but it might have been

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Ah, Postumus, my Postumus, the years are slipping by

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Alas, for us no second spring

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Albeit the Venice girls get praise
A little kiss when no one sees

"A little, passionately, not at all"
All Afric, winged with death and fire
All bathed in pearl and amber light
All heaven, in every baby born .
All lovely things conspire to greet
"All men are free and equal born"
All women born are so perverse

Along the crowded streets I walk and think

A man must live! We justify

Among my books-what rest is there

Among the flowers of summer-time she stood

An April Fool, I swear, is one

And lightly, like the flowers
"Anna!" Insipid and weak as gruel
A pedigree! Ah, lovely jade

A pitcher of mignonette

Apollo left the golden Muse

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A poor cicala, piping shrill

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A pot of gold! O mistress fair

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A pretty face! O maid divine

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A roundel is wrought as a ring or a star-bright sphere

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At sixty years, when April's face

At two years old the world he sees

A voice in the scented night

Awake, awake, nay, slumber not, nor sleep
Awake, awake, O gracious heart
Awaken! for the servitors of spring
A year ago were love and mirth

Banked in a serried drift, beside the sea

Because you passed, and now are not
Before the dawn begins to glow.
Before the town had lost its wits

Beside the stream and in the alder-shade

Between the Midnight and the Morn

Between the moonlight and the fire.
Between the showers I went my way
Beyond the night no withered rose
Bird of the bitter bright grey golden morn
Books rule thy mind, so let it be .
Brothers among men who after us shall live
Brothers and men that shall after us be
Brown's for Lalage, Jones for Lelia .

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But once or twice we met, touched hands
By the pale marge of Acheron

Cliff and downs and headlands which the forward-hasting

Come hither, child! and rest

Critics have damned our calling, since the sun

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Cum tu, Lydia . . . You know the rest
Curly-locks, Curly-locks, wilt thou be mine

Darling, I am growing old.
Davus, I detest

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Death, a light outshining life, bids heaven resume
Death, of these do I make my moan
Down 'Ob'n, Sir? Circus, Bank, Bank
Dreamers, drinkers, rebel youth

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Easy is the triolet

Eight centuries unheeded by the West
"Embarquons-nous!" I seem to go

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Fair islands of the silver fleece

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Fair Sou-Chong-Tee, by a shimmering brook

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"Farewell and adieu" was the burden prevailing

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Farewell, Renown! Too fleeting flower
Far from the earth the deep-descended day
Far have you come, my lady, from the town

Gaoler of the donjon deep
Gold or silver every day

Gone are the tales that once we read

Goodbye! the tears are in my eyes
Goodness and beauty and truth:

Had she divined how many virelais

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Happy, my Life, the love you proffer

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Hark, how the surges dash

Have you learnt the sorrow of windy nights

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