Tennyson's The PrincessGinn, 1897 - 187 pages |
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... heard the puffed pursuer ; at mine ear Bubbled the nightingale and heeded not , And secret laughter tickled all my soul . above her drooped a lamp , And made the single jewel on her brow Burn like the mystic fire on a mast - head ...
... heard the puffed pursuer ; at mine ear Bubbled the nightingale and heeded not , And secret laughter tickled all my soul . above her drooped a lamp , And made the single jewel on her brow Burn like the mystic fire on a mast - head ...
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... heard you sing within . But Shelley had already said ( Letter to Maria Gisborne ) : The murmur of the awakening sea doth fill The empty pauses of the blast . Hallam Tennyson says : ' It may be remarked that there is scarcely anything in ...
... heard you sing within . But Shelley had already said ( Letter to Maria Gisborne ) : The murmur of the awakening sea doth fill The empty pauses of the blast . Hallam Tennyson says : ' It may be remarked that there is scarcely anything in ...
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... heard : ' Oh follow , follow , follow me ! ' Dawson remarked ( Study , p . 65 ) , that it must have , consciously or unconsciously , dwelt in Tennyson's memory when writing these lines . See Tennyson's rejoinder in his letter , p ...
... heard : ' Oh follow , follow , follow me ! ' Dawson remarked ( Study , p . 65 ) , that it must have , consciously or unconsciously , dwelt in Tennyson's memory when writing these lines . See Tennyson's rejoinder in his letter , p ...
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... heard her speak ; She scared him ; life ! he never saw the like ; She looked as grand as doomsday , and as grave ; And he , he reverenced his liege - lady there ; He always made a point to post with mares ; His daughter and his ...
... heard her speak ; She scared him ; life ! he never saw the like ; She looked as grand as doomsday , and as grave ; And he , he reverenced his liege - lady there ; He always made a point to post with mares ; His daughter and his ...
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... heard that according to the Moham- medan doctrine hell was chiefly peopled with women ? ' ( Wallace . ) 121. Superstition all awry . What is the syntactical function of this phrase ? 124. Fruit . Mixed metaphor ? 126. Pales . Cf. In ...
... heard that according to the Moham- medan doctrine hell was chiefly peopled with women ? ' ( Wallace . ) 121. Superstition all awry . What is the syntactical function of this phrase ? 124. Fruit . Mixed metaphor ? 126. Pales . Cf. In ...
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Page 87 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 172 - ... broken purpose waste in air : So waste not thou ; but come ; for all the vales Await thee; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee ; the children call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.
Page 176 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
Page 85 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 151 - The leperous distilment; whose effect Holds such an enmity with blood of man, That, swift as quicksilver, it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body ; And, with a sudden vigour, it doth posset And curd, like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood...
Page 141 - Then they praised him, soft and low, Called him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and noblest foe ; Yet she neither spoke nor moved. Stole a maiden from her place, Lightly to the warrior stept, Took the face-cloth from the face ; Yet she neither moved nor wept. Rose a nurse of ninety years, Set his child upon her knee — Like summer tempest came her tears "Sweet my child, I live for thee.
Page 88 - On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Page 85 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 168 - Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me. " Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. " Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me.
Page 171 - To roll the torrent out of dusky doors : But follow; let the torrent dance thee down To find him in the valley ; let the wild Lean-headed Eagles yelp alone, and leave The monstrous ledges there to slope, and spill Their thousand wreaths of dangling watersmoke, That like a broken purpose waste in air : So waste not thou ; but come ; for all the vales...