The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, 1851 - 182 pages |
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... maiden Aunt Took this fair day for text , and from it preach'd An universal culture for the crowd , And all things great ; but we , unworthier , told Of college : he had climb'd across the spikes , And he had squeezed himself betwixt ...
... maiden Aunt Took this fair day for text , and from it preach'd An universal culture for the crowd , And all things great ; but we , unworthier , told Of college : he had climb'd across the spikes , And he had squeezed himself betwixt ...
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... maiden Aunt . ' Why not a summer's as a winter's tale ? A tale for summer as befits the time , And something it should be to suit the place , Heroic , for a hero lies beneath , Grave , solemn ! ' Walter warp'd his mouth at this To ...
... maiden Aunt . ' Why not a summer's as a winter's tale ? A tale for summer as befits the time , And something it should be to suit the place , Heroic , for a hero lies beneath , Grave , solemn ! ' Walter warp'd his mouth at this To ...
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A Medley Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Hid in the ruins ; till the maiden Aunt ( A little sense of wrong had touch'd her face With colour ) turn'd to me with ' As you will ; Heroic if you will , or what you will , Or be yourself your ...
A Medley Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Hid in the ruins ; till the maiden Aunt ( A little sense of wrong had touch'd her face With colour ) turn'd to me with ' As you will ; Heroic if you will , or what you will , Or be yourself your ...
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... maiden fancies ; loved to live alone Among her women ; certain , would not wed . That morning in the presence room I stood With Cyril and with Florian , my two friends : The first , a gentleman of broken means ( His 16 THE PRINCESS ;
... maiden fancies ; loved to live alone Among her women ; certain , would not wed . That morning in the presence room I stood With Cyril and with Florian , my two friends : The first , a gentleman of broken means ( His 16 THE PRINCESS ;
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... : ' but ' No ! ' Roar'd the rough king , ' you shall not ; we ourself Will crush her pretty maiden fancies dead In iron gauntlets : break the council up . ' But when the council broke , I rose and past 18 THE PRINCESS ;
... : ' but ' No ! ' Roar'd the rough king , ' you shall not ; we ourself Will crush her pretty maiden fancies dead In iron gauntlets : break the council up . ' But when the council broke , I rose and past 18 THE PRINCESS ;
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Page 171 - 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 noble words...
Page 78 - O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South, Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves, And tell her, tell her what I tell to thee. ' O tell her, Swallow, thou that knowest each, That bright and fierce and fickle is the South, And dark and true and tender is the North.
Page 73 - 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 75 - 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 180 - For me, the genial day, the happy crowd, The sport half-science, fill me with a faith. This fine old world of ours is but a child Yet in the go-cart. Patience ! Give it time To learn its limbs : there is a hand that guides.
Page 156 - I strove against the stream and all in vain; Let the great river take me to the main. No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield; Ask me no more.
Page 168 - 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 76 - 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 134 - Then they praised him, soft and low, CalPd 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.
Page 76 - 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!