The princess. With illustr. from drawings by D. Maclise |
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... gate , Had beat her foes with slaughter from her walls . ' O miracle of women , ' said the book , ' O noble heart who , being strait - besieged By this wild king to force her to his wish , Nor bent , nor broke , nor shunn'd a soldier's ...
... gate , Had beat her foes with slaughter from her walls . ' O miracle of women , ' said the book , ' O noble heart who , being strait - besieged By this wild king to force her to his wish , Nor bent , nor broke , nor shunn'd a soldier's ...
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... gate , LET NO MAN ENTER IN ON PAIN OF DEATH ? ' And if I had ' he answer'd who could think The softer Adams of your Academe , O sister , Sirens tho ' they be , were such As chanted on the blanching bones of men ? ' ' But you will find ...
... gate , LET NO MAN ENTER IN ON PAIN OF DEATH ? ' And if I had ' he answer'd who could think The softer Adams of your Academe , O sister , Sirens tho ' they be , were such As chanted on the blanching bones of men ? ' ' But you will find ...
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... gate , And our three lives . True - we had limed ourselves With open eyes , and we must take the chance . But such extremes , I told her , well might harm The woman's cause . " Not more than now , " she said , " So puddled as it is with ...
... gate , And our three lives . True - we had limed ourselves With open eyes , and we must take the chance . But such extremes , I told her , well might harm The woman's cause . " Not more than now , " she said , " So puddled as it is with ...
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... gates of Hell with Paradise , And play the slave to gain the tyranny . Poor soul ! I had a maid of honour once ; She wept her true eyes blind for such a one , A rogue of canzonets and serenades . I loved her . Peace be with her . She is ...
... gates of Hell with Paradise , And play the slave to gain the tyranny . Poor soul ! I had a maid of honour once ; She wept her true eyes blind for such a one , A rogue of canzonets and serenades . I loved her . Peace be with her . She is ...
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... gates . A little space was left between the horns , Thro ' which I clamber'd o'er at top with pain , Dropt on the sward , and up the linden walks , And , tost on thoughts that changed from hue to hue , Now poring on the glowworm , now ...
... gates . A little space was left between the horns , Thro ' which I clamber'd o'er at top with pain , Dropt on the sward , and up the linden walks , And , tost on thoughts that changed from hue to hue , Now poring on the glowworm , now ...
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Стр. 50 - 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. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon...
Стр. 74 - 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. 151 - 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 elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.
Стр. 70 - 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. 76 - O Swallow, Swallow, if I could follow, and light Upon her lattice, I would pipe and trill, And cheep and twitter twenty million loves. " O were I thou that she might take me in, And lay me on her bosom, and her heart Would rock the snowy cradle till I died.
Стр. 138 - Ask me no more : the moon may draw the sea ; The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape, With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape ; But O too fond, when have I answer'd thee? Ask me no more.
Стр. 73 - 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. 117 - 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.
Стр. 139 - Ask me no more. Ask me no more: what answer should I give? I love not hollow cheek or faded eye : Yet, O my friend, I will not have thee die ! Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live; Ask me no more.
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.