...fruitage, mirth and folly were the crop. What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop ? •"Dust and ashes!" So you creak it, and I want the...what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush then- bosoms? I feel chilly and grown old. The truth is, Browning was not born among the people, nor...

...mirth and folly were the crop. What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop ? 15. " Dust and ashes ! " So you creak it, and I want the...heart to scold. Dear dead women, with such hair, too — what 's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms ? I feel chilly and grown old....

...Evelyn Hope's " hair was amber" and " young gold." The .last stanza of his " Toccata of Galuppi's" asks, Dear dead women, with such hair, too — what's become...of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms ? Elsewhere he celebrates " the hair-plait's chesnut-gold," and hair unfilleted that " spread through...

...mirth and folly were the crop : What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop ? XV. ' ' Dust and ashes ! " So you creak it, and I want the...brush their bosoms ? I feel chilly and grown old. AN EPISTLE Containing the Strange Medical Experience of Karshish, the Arab Physician. KARSHISH, the...

...fruitage, mirth and folly were the crop ; What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop ? ' Dust and ashes ' ! so you creak it, and I want the...heart to scold. Dear dead women, with such hair, too, — what 's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms ? I feel chilly and grown old."...

...fruitage, mirth and folly were the crop ; What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop ? ' Dust and ashes ' ! so you creak it, and I want the...heart to scold. Dear dead women, with such hair, too, — what 's become of all the gold Used to hang and brtish their bosoms? I feel chilly and grown old."...

...and folly were the crop : What of soul was left I wonder, when the kissing had to stop ? " Dust a1ul ashes" so you creak it, and I want the heart to scold. Dear, dead women, with such hair, too—what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms ? I feel chilly and grown old.'...

...Pat and Gwen, the day the waves drenched us by the rocks. " Where be all those Dear dead women? and with such hair, too ! What's become of all the gold...brush their bosoms ? I feel chilly and grown old," ' muttered Derwent, again gazing intently at the picture. 'Ah, where is my one dear woman? I'd give...

...Mexico, James had found an argument for immortality in the quaint utterance of his favourite poet : — ' Dear dead women, with such hair, too, — what's become...brush their bosoms ? I feel chilly, and grown old.' It was a solace to Noel to think that the anguish of his latest moments might have been assuaged by...

...Mexico, James had found an argument for immortality in the quaint utterance of his favourite poet: — ' Dear dead women, with such hair, too,— what's become...of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms r I feel chitly, and giown oid.' It was a solace to Noel to think that the anguish of his latest moments...