The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, Dover Street, 1851 - Всего страниц: 182 |
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... deep you might embower the nest , Some boy would spy it . ' At this upon the sward She tapt her tiny silken - sandal'd foot : ' That's your light way ; but I would make it death For any male thing but to peep at us . ' Petulant she ...
... deep you might embower the nest , Some boy would spy it . ' At this upon the sward She tapt her tiny silken - sandal'd foot : ' That's your light way ; but I would make it death For any male thing but to peep at us . ' Petulant she ...
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... deep in shadow : further on we gain'd A little street half garden and half house ; But scarce could hear each other speak for noise Of clocks and chimes , like silver hammers falling On silver anvils , and the splash and stir Of ...
... deep in shadow : further on we gain'd A little street half garden and half house ; But scarce could hear each other speak for noise Of clocks and chimes , like silver hammers falling On silver anvils , and the splash and stir Of ...
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... deep , until the habits of the slave , The sins of emptiness , gossip and spite And slander , die . Better not be at all Than not be noble . Leave us : you may go : To - day the Lady Psyche will harangue The fresh arrivals of the week ...
... deep , until the habits of the slave , The sins of emptiness , gossip and spite And slander , die . Better not be at all Than not be noble . Leave us : you may go : To - day the Lady Psyche will harangue The fresh arrivals of the week ...
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... Deep , indeed , Their debt of thanks to her who first had dared To leap the rotten pales of prejudice , Disyoke their necks from custom , and assert None lordlier than themselves but that which made Woman and man . She had founded ...
... Deep , indeed , Their debt of thanks to her who first had dared To leap the rotten pales of prejudice , Disyoke their necks from custom , and assert None lordlier than themselves but that which made Woman and man . She had founded ...
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... deep in corn , We issued gorged with knowledge , and I spoke : ' Why , Sirs , they do all this as well as we . ' C They hunt old trails ' said Cyril ' very well ; But when did woman ever yet invent ? ' ' Ungracious ! ' answer'd Florian ...
... deep in corn , We issued gorged with knowledge , and I spoke : ' Why , Sirs , they do all this as well as we . ' C They hunt old trails ' said Cyril ' very well ; But when did woman ever yet invent ? ' ' Ungracious ! ' answer'd Florian ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON answer'd Arac arms beat betwixt blood blow break breast breathe brows call'd cataract Celt child cried Cyril dark dash'd dead dear death deep dipt doubt DOVER STREET dream dropt dying earth EDWARD MOXON eyes face fair faith fall'n fancy father fear Florian flower flying grief half hall hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven hills hour king Lady Psyche land light Lilia lips lives look'd maiden maids Melissa mind moon morning mother move Muses night noble o'er once peace Prince Princess Princess Ida rapt Ring rose round sang seem'd shadow shame sleep song sorrow soul spake speak spirit spoke star stept stood strange sweet talk'd tears thee thine things thou thought thro touch'd trumpet truth turn'd unto vext voice wassail wild wild bells wind Winter's tale woman words
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Стр. 1 - I held it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Стр. 78 - THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave ; Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul ? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams ? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
Стр. 73 - 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!
Стр. 76 - Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete; That not a worm is cloven in vain; That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 76 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Стр. 186 - I trust I have not wasted breath: I think we are not wholly brain, Magnetic mockeries; not in vain, Like Paul with beasts, I fought with Death; Not only cunning casts in clay: Let Science prove we are, and then What matters Science unto men, At least to me? I would not stay.
Стр. 76 - 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.
Стр. 69 - That each, who seems a separate whole, Should move his rounds, and fusing all The skirts of self again, should fall Remerging in the general Soul, Is faith as vague as all unsweet: Eternal form shall still divide The eternal soul from all beside; And I shall know him when we meet...