H. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1924 - 247 psl.
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BABETTE BEAU beauty Belle Marquise beside bird blue Caliph catch chair clear comes dance dead Dear Death DENISE Dolly doubt dream drop edition English Essays eyes face fail fair fancy feet flowers FRANK Friend garden give gone grace gray green grew grow hair half hand head hear heard heart hope Intro Introduction John kiss knew ladies laughing LAWRENCE least leaves Letters light lips living look Love's Miss Molly Trefusis morning Muse never night Note once pain passed Phyllida play Poems present rest rhyme Rose round scarce seemed Selected sing smile song stand Strange surely sweet tears There's thing thought to-day Translated true turned Verse vols volume wall watch
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