The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, 1850 - Всего страниц: 177 |
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... thought and when and where and how And often told a tale from mouth to mouth As here at Christmas . ' She remember'd that : A pleasant game , she thought : she liked it more Than magic music , forfeits , all the rest . 10 PROLOGUE .
... thought and when and where and how And often told a tale from mouth to mouth As here at Christmas . ' She remember'd that : A pleasant game , she thought : she liked it more Than magic music , forfeits , all the rest . 10 PROLOGUE .
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... thought a king a king ; He held his sceptre like a pedant's wand To lash offence , and with long arms and hands Reach'd out , and pick'd offenders from the mass For judgment . Now it chanced that I had been , While life was yet in bud ...
... thought a king a king ; He held his sceptre like a pedant's wand To lash offence , and with long arms and hands Reach'd out , and pick'd offenders from the mass For judgment . Now it chanced that I had been , While life was yet in bud ...
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... thoughts would swarm as bees about their queen . But when the days drew nigh that I should wed , My father sent ambassadors with furs And jewels , gifts , to fetch her : these brought back A present , a great labour of the loom ; And ...
... thoughts would swarm as bees about their queen . But when the days drew nigh that I should wed , My father sent ambassadors with furs And jewels , gifts , to fetch her : these brought back A present , a great labour of the loom ; And ...
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... thought , As children ; they must lose the child , assume The woman then , Sir , awful odes she wrote , About this losing of the child , -and rhymes And dismal lyrics prophesying change , Beyond all reason : these the women sang ; And ...
... thought , As children ; they must lose the child , assume The woman then , Sir , awful odes she wrote , About this losing of the child , -and rhymes And dismal lyrics prophesying change , Beyond all reason : these the women sang ; And ...
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... ; all the swine were sows , And all the dogs'- But while he jested thus , A thought flash'd thro ' me which I clothed in act , Remembering how we three presented Maid Or Nymph , or Goddess , at high tide of 22 THE PRINCESS ;
... ; all the swine were sows , And all the dogs'- But while he jested thus , A thought flash'd thro ' me which I clothed in act , Remembering how we three presented Maid Or Nymph , or Goddess , at high tide of 22 THE PRINCESS ;
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answer answer'd arms began Blanche Blow boys break breathe brother brows cause child close comes cried Cyril dark dead dear death dream dying eyes face fair fall father fear fell fight fire Florian flying follow gave girl give glance half hall hand hard head hear heard heart Heaven hour keep kind king knew Lady Lady Psyche land laws less light Lilia lips lives look look'd maiden maids Melissa mind morning mother moved night noble o'er once ourselves past peace Prince Princess Psyche rest rose round sang seem'd shame side song soul speak spoke star stood sweet tears tell thee things thou thought thro till took true turn turn'd voice walls wild wind woman women wrong
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Стр. 70 - 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 ! 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. 70 - 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.
Стр. 72 - 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. 51 - SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and 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.
Стр. 163 - 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. 26 - 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.
Стр. 73 - 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. 73 - 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!
Стр. 159 - Glowing all over noble shame ; and all Her falser self slipt from her like a robe, And left her woman, lovelier in her mood Than in her mould that other, when she came From barren deeps to conquer all with love...
Стр. 110 - 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.