The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, 1854 - Всего страниц: 183 |
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... blowing bosks of wilderness , We gain'd the mother - city thick with towers , And in the imperial palace found the king . His name was Gama ; crack'd and small his voice , But bland the smile that like a wrinkling wind On glassy water ...
... blowing bosks of wilderness , We gain'd the mother - city thick with towers , And in the imperial palace found the king . His name was Gama ; crack'd and small his voice , But bland the smile that like a wrinkling wind On glassy water ...
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... 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 . Sleep and rest , sleep and rest , Father will come to thee ...
... 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 . Sleep and rest , sleep and rest , Father will come to thee ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... blow , He sees his brood about thy knee ; The next , like fire he meets the foe , And strikes him dead for thine and thee . So Lilia sang : we thought her half - possess'd , She struck such warbling fury thro ' the words ; And , after ...
... blow , He sees his brood about thy knee ; The next , like fire he meets the foe , And strikes him dead for thine and thee . So Lilia sang : we thought her half - possess'd , She struck such warbling fury thro ' the words ; And , after ...
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... them rose a cry As if to greet the king ; they made a halt ; The horses yell'd ; they clash'd their arms ; the drum Beat ; merrily - blowing shrill'd the martial fife ; And in the blast and bray of the long horn A MEDLEY . 119.
... them rose a cry As if to greet the king ; they made a halt ; The horses yell'd ; they clash'd their arms ; the drum Beat ; merrily - blowing shrill'd the martial fife ; And in the blast and bray of the long horn A MEDLEY . 119.
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Стр. 66 - 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.
Стр. 160 - 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; And so these twain, upon the skirts of Time, Sit side by side, full-summ'd in all their powers, Dispensing harvest, sowing the To-be, Self-reverent each and reverencing each, Distinct in individualities, But like each other ev'n as those who love. Then comes the statelier Eden back to men: Then reign the world's great bridals, chaste...
Стр. 67 - 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. 162 - And girdled her with music. 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.
Стр. 64 - 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.
Стр. 105 - And roughly spake My father : ' Tut, you know them not, the girls. Boy, when I hear you prate I almost think That idiot legend credible. Look you, sir ! 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.
Стр. 66 - 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.
Стр. 160 - 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...
Стр. 157 - 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...
Стр. 64 - 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.