The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, 1848 - 164 |
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... less than fame , May rue the bargain made . ' And Florian said : " I have a sister at the foreign court , Who moves about the Princess ; she , you know , Who wedded with a nobleman from thence : He , dying lately , left her , as I hear ...
... less than fame , May rue the bargain made . ' And Florian said : " I have a sister at the foreign court , Who moves about the Princess ; she , you know , Who wedded with a nobleman from thence : He , dying lately , left her , as I hear ...
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... formal compact , yet not less all frets But chafing me on fire to find my bride , Set out once more with those two gallant boys ; Then pushing onward under sun and stars Many a long league back to the North , we c 2 A MEDLEY . 19.
... formal compact , yet not less all frets But chafing me on fire to find my bride , Set out once more with those two gallant boys ; Then pushing onward under sun and stars Many a long league back to the North , we c 2 A MEDLEY . 19.
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... less : Some men's were small ; not they the least of men ; For often fineness compensated size : Besides the brain was like the hand , and grew With using ; thence the man's , if more was more ; He took advantage of his strength to be ...
... less : Some men's were small ; not they the least of men ; For often fineness compensated size : Besides the brain was like the hand , and grew With using ; thence the man's , if more was more ; He took advantage of his strength to be ...
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... Less welcome find among us , if e'er you came Among us , debtors for our lives to you , Myself for something more . ' He said not what , " But Thanks , ' she answer'd ' go : we have been too long Together : keep your hoods about the ...
... Less welcome find among us , if e'er you came Among us , debtors for our lives to you , Myself for something more . ' He said not what , " But Thanks , ' she answer'd ' go : we have been too long Together : keep your hoods about the ...
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... less achievable By slow approaches , than by single act Of immolation , any phase of death , We were as prompt to spring against the pikes , Or down the fiery gulf as talk of it , To compass our dear sister's liberties . ' She bow'd as ...
... less achievable By slow approaches , than by single act Of immolation , any phase of death , We were as prompt to spring against the pikes , Or down the fiery gulf as talk of it , To compass our dear sister's liberties . ' She bow'd as ...
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Strona 153 - ... 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.
Strona 158 - 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, Interpreter between the Gods and men, Who...
Strona 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.
Strona 67 - 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.
Strona 67 - 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!
Strona 150 - 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; And down the streaming crystal dropt ; and she Far-fleeted by the purple island-sides, Naked, a double light in air and wave, To meet her Graces, where they deck'd her out For worship without end; nor end of mine, Stateliest, for thee! but mute she glided forth, Nor glanced behind her, and...
Strona 77 - Beyond all pardon — as it is, I hold These flashes on the surface are not he. He has a solid base of temperament: But as the waterlily starts and slides Upon the level in little puffs of wind, Tho' anchor'd to the bottom, such is he.
Strona 150 - 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.
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Strona 151 - Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height : What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang) In height and cold, the splendor 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...