... Tennyson's The PrincessLongmans, Green, and Company, 1896 - 142 pages |
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... side . This is the event of the third day . In the fight the Prince and his party are overthrown , and himself dangerously hurt . On the field the Princess decides to convert the college into a hospital for her wounded friends , and she ...
... side . This is the event of the third day . In the fight the Prince and his party are overthrown , and himself dangerously hurt . On the field the Princess decides to convert the college into a hospital for her wounded friends , and she ...
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... all the others and restores the child , is recon- ciled to Lady Psyche , and opens her palace to the wounded of both sides - is the turning - point of her own career ; - and in her later character as the Princess of the INTRODUCTION xvii.
... all the others and restores the child , is recon- ciled to Lady Psyche , and opens her palace to the wounded of both sides - is the turning - point of her own career ; - and in her later character as the Princess of the INTRODUCTION xvii.
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... side that the Princess turns . The voices of life , wherever they are heard in the poem , lift them- selves against her ; and it is to them , and to the voice that wakes in her own bosom , that she yields . It must be borne in mind ...
... side that the Princess turns . The voices of life , wherever they are heard in the poem , lift them- selves against her ; and it is to them , and to the voice that wakes in her own bosom , that she yields . It must be borne in mind ...
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... side has been thought by some critics to overlay the work too ornately , and to conceal its weakness in structure and character . This is a view which can be taken only by those who find . the poem lacking in unity and substance , and ...
... side has been thought by some critics to overlay the work too ornately , and to conceal its weakness in structure and character . This is a view which can be taken only by those who find . the poem lacking in unity and substance , and ...
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... side by side ; and on the pavement lay Carved stones of the Abbey - ruin in the park , Huge Ammonites , and the first bones of Time ; And on the tables every clime and age Jumbled together ; celts and calumets , Claymore and snowshoe ...
... side by side ; and on the pavement lay Carved stones of the Abbey - ruin in the park , Huge Ammonites , and the first bones of Time ; And on the tables every clime and age Jumbled together ; celts and calumets , Claymore and snowshoe ...
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Page 123 - ... 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 water-smoke, That like a 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...
Page 125 - 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 61 - 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 122 - ... 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. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me.
Page 126 - Yet was there one thro' whom I loved her, one Not learned, save in gracious household ways, Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants, No Angel, but a dearer being, all dipt In Angel instincts, breathing Paradise...
Page 60 - 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.
Page 27 - All beauty compass'd in a female form, The Princess ; liker to the inhabitant Of some clear planet close upon the Sun, Than our man's earth ; such eyes were in her head, And so much grace and power, breathing down From over her arch'd brows, with every turn Lived thro' her to the tips of her long hands, Anti to her feet.
Page 126 - Happy he With such a mother ! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him, and tho' he trip and fall He shall not blind his soul with clay.
Page 122 - Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang) In height and cold, the splendour of the hills ? But cease to move so near the Heavens, and cease To glide a sunbeam by the blasted Pine, To sit a star upon the sparkling spire ; And come, for Love is of the valley, come, For Love is of the valley, come thou down And find him...
Page 60 - 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. 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,...