Tennyson's The PrincessGinn, 1897 - 187 pages |
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... turned the wind to the south , and naturally the wind said , ' Follow . ' I believe the resemblance which you note is just a chance one . Shelley's lines are not familiar to me , tho ' , of course , if they occur in the Prometheus , I ...
... turned the wind to the south , and naturally the wind said , ' Follow . ' I believe the resemblance which you note is just a chance one . Shelley's lines are not familiar to me , tho ' , of course , if they occur in the Prometheus , I ...
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... turned to me with As you will ; Heroic if you will , or what you will , Or be yourself your hero if you will . ' ' Take Lilia , then , for heroine , ' clamored he , ' And make her some great Princess , six feet high , Grand , epic ...
... turned to me with As you will ; Heroic if you will , or what you will , Or be yourself your hero if you will . ' ' Take Lilia , then , for heroine , ' clamored he , ' And make her some great Princess , six feet high , Grand , epic ...
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... turned cud of wrath , and cooked his spleen , Communing with his captains of the war . At last I spoke . ' My father , let me go . It cannot be but some gross error lies In this report , this answer of a king Whom all men rate as kind ...
... turned cud of wrath , and cooked his spleen , Communing with his captains of the war . At last I spoke . ' My father , let me go . It cannot be but some gross error lies In this report , this answer of a king Whom all men rate as kind ...
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... turning round we saw The Lady Blanche's daughter where she stood , Melissa , with her hand upon the lock , A rosy blonde , and in a college gown That clad her like an April daffodilly ( Her mother's color ) , with her lips apart , And ...
... turning round we saw The Lady Blanche's daughter where she stood , Melissa , with her hand upon the lock , A rosy blonde , and in a college gown That clad her like an April daffodilly ( Her mother's color ) , with her lips apart , And ...
Page 58
... turned to go , but Cyril took the child , And held her round the knees against his waist , And blew the swoln cheek of a trumpeter , While Psyche watched them , smiling , and the child Pushed her flat hand against his face and laughed ...
... turned to go , but Cyril took the child , And held her round the knees against his waist , And blew the swoln cheek of a trumpeter , While Psyche watched them , smiling , and the child Pushed her flat hand against his face and laughed ...
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Page 87 - 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 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 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 - 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 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 35 - 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 81 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.