The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, 1850 - 177 pages |
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... , I told her , well might harm The woman's cause . " Not more than now , " she said , " So puddled as it is with favouritism . " I tried the mother's heart . Shame might befal Melissa , knowing , saying not she knew : Her 58 THE PRINCESS ;
... , I told her , well might harm The woman's cause . " Not more than now , " she said , " So puddled as it is with favouritism . " I tried the mother's heart . Shame might befal Melissa , knowing , saying not she knew : Her 58 THE PRINCESS ;
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... of war , Or , falling , protomartyr of our cause , Die yet I blame ye not so much for fear ; Six thousand years of fear have made ye that From which I would redeem ye : but for those That stir this hubbub - you and you — I 96 THE PRINCESS.
... of war , Or , falling , protomartyr of our cause , Die yet I blame ye not so much for fear ; Six thousand years of fear have made ye that From which I would redeem ye : but for those That stir this hubbub - you and you — I 96 THE PRINCESS.
Page 99
... cause , But on my shoulder hung their heavy hands , The weight of destiny : so from her face They push'd us , down the steps , and thro ' the court , And with grim laughter thrust us out at gates . We cross'd the street and gain'd a ...
... cause , But on my shoulder hung their heavy hands , The weight of destiny : so from her face They push'd us , down the steps , and thro ' the court , And with grim laughter thrust us out at gates . We cross'd the street and gain'd a ...
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... up she sat , And raised the cloak from brows as pale and smooth , As those that mourn half - shrouded over death In deathless marble . Her ' she said ' my friend- Parted from her - betray'd her cause and mine- Where A MEDLEY . 105.
... up she sat , And raised the cloak from brows as pale and smooth , As those that mourn half - shrouded over death In deathless marble . Her ' she said ' my friend- Parted from her - betray'd her cause and mine- Where A MEDLEY . 105.
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A Medley Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Parted from her - betray'd her cause and mine- Where shall I breathe ? why kept ye not your faith ? O base and bad ! what comfort ? none for me ! ' To whom remorseful Cyril Yet I 6 pray Take ...
A Medley Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Parted from her - betray'd her cause and mine- Where shall I breathe ? why kept ye not your faith ? O base and bad ! what comfort ? none for me ! ' To whom remorseful Cyril Yet I 6 pray Take ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON answer'd Arac arms ask'd babe betwixt Blow bosom boys breast breathe broken brother brows call'd cataract cheek child cried Cyril dark dash'd daughter dead dear death dipt dream dropt dying enemies have fall'n enter'd eyes face fair father fear fell fixt Florian flying follow'd gain'd gazing girl glance glowworm half hall hand head hear heard heart Heaven king kiss'd knew Lady Blanche Lady Psyche land laugh'd light Lilia lips lives look'd maiden maids Melissa morning mother moved night noble o'er once ourselves palace peace Prince Princess Psyche's rapt rode roll'd rose sang seem'd shame shook smile song soul spake speak spoke star stept stood sweet Sweet and low Sweet dream talk'd tears tender thee thou thought thro touch'd troth True woman trumpet turn'd vext voice wild winter's tale woman women
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Page 70 - THE splendour 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. 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 70 - 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. O love, they die in yon rich sky. They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul. And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Page 72 - 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.
Page 51 - SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Page 163 - And come, for Love is of the valley, come, For Love is of the valley, come thou down And find him; by the happy threshold, he, Or hand in hand with Plenty in the maize, Or red with spirted purple of the vats, Or foxlike in the vine ; nor cares to walk With Death and Morning on the silver horns, Nor wilt thou snare him in the white ravine, Nor find him dropt upon the firths of ice, That huddling slant in furrow-cloven falls To roll the torrent out of dusky doors : But follow; let the torrent dance...
Page 26 - As thro' the land at eve we went, And pluck'd the ripen'd ears, We fell out, my wife and I, O we fell out I know not why, And kiss'd again with tears. And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears! For when we came where lies the child We lost in other years, There above the little grave, O there above the little grave, We kiss'd again with tears.
Page 73 - 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 73 - Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd 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 159 - Glowing all over noble shame ; and all Her falser self slipt from her like a robe, And left her woman, lovelier in her mood Than in her mould that other, when she came From barren deeps to conquer all with love...
Page 110 - Man is the hunter ; woman is his game : The sleek and shining creatures of the chase, We hunt them for the beauty of their skins ; They love us for it, and we ride them down.