The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, 1850 - 177 pages |
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... song To give us breathing - space . ' So I began , And the rest follow'd : and the women sang Between the rougher voices of the men , Like linnets in the pauses of the wind : And here I give the story and the songs . I. A PRINCE I was ...
... song To give us breathing - space . ' So I began , And the rest follow'd : and the women sang Between the rougher voices of the men , Like linnets in the pauses of the wind : And here I give the story and the songs . I. A PRINCE I was ...
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... song , and careless of the snare . There stood a bust of Pallas for a sign , By two sphere lamps blazon'd like Heaven and Earth With constellation and with continent , Above an entry : riding in , we call'd ; A plump - arm'd Ostleress ...
... song , and careless of the snare . There stood a bust of Pallas for a sign , By two sphere lamps blazon'd like Heaven and Earth With constellation and with continent , Above an entry : riding in , we call'd ; A plump - arm'd Ostleress ...
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... song oar'd a shallop by , Or under arches of the marble bridge Hung , shadow'd from the heat : some hid and sought In the orange thickets : others tost a ball Above the fountain - jets , and back again With laughter : others lay about ...
... song oar'd a shallop by , Or under arches of the marble bridge Hung , shadow'd from the heat : some hid and sought In the orange thickets : others tost a ball Above the fountain - jets , and back again With laughter : others lay about ...
Page 74
... song of your own land , ' she said , ' Not such as moans about the retrospect , But deals with the other distance and the hues Of promise ; not a death's - head at the wine . ' Then I remember'd one myself had made What time I 74 THE ...
... song of your own land , ' she said , ' Not such as moans about the retrospect , But deals with the other distance and the hues Of promise ; not a death's - head at the wine . ' Then I remember'd one myself had made What time I 74 THE ...
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... song Used to great ends : ourself have often tried Valkyrian hymns , or into rhythm have dash'd The passion of the prophetess ; for song Is duer unto freedom , force and growth Of spirit than to junketing and love . Love is A MEDLEY . 77 ...
... song Used to great ends : ourself have often tried Valkyrian hymns , or into rhythm have dash'd The passion of the prophetess ; for song Is duer unto freedom , force and growth Of spirit than to junketing and love . Love is A MEDLEY . 77 ...
Common terms and phrases
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
Popular passages
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.