The PrincessMaynard, 1897 - 147 |
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... sides a happy one . In the Positive theory , then , of marriage , its principal object is considered to be that of completing and con- firming the education of the heart by calling out the purest and strongest of human sympathies ...
... sides a happy one . In the Positive theory , then , of marriage , its principal object is considered to be that of completing and con- firming the education of the heart by calling out the purest and strongest of human sympathies ...
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... side by side ; and on the pavement lay Carved stones of the Abbey - ruin in the park , Huge Ammonites , and the first bones of Time ; And on the tables every clime and age Jumbled together ; celts and calumets , Claymore and snowshoe ...
... side by side ; and on the pavement lay Carved stones of the Abbey - ruin in the park , Huge Ammonites , and the first bones of Time ; And on the tables every clime and age Jumbled together ; celts and calumets , Claymore and snowshoe ...
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... side , or so she look'd , Of twenty summers . At her left , a child , In shining draperies , headed like a star , Her maiden babe , a double April old , Aglaïa slept . We sat the Lady glanced : Then Florian , but no livelier than the ...
... side , or so she look'd , Of twenty summers . At her left , a child , In shining draperies , headed like a star , Her maiden babe , a double April old , Aglaïa slept . We sat the Lady glanced : Then Florian , but no livelier than the ...
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... side be Victor , in the halloo Will topple to the trumpet down , and pass 210 With all fair theories only made to gild A stormless summer . " " Let the Princess judge Of that , " she said : " farewell , Sir - and to you . I shudder at ...
... side be Victor , in the halloo Will topple to the trumpet down , and pass 210 With all fair theories only made to gild A stormless summer . " " Let the Princess judge Of that , " she said : " farewell , Sir - and to you . I shudder at ...
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... side . She says the Princess should have been the Head , Herself and Lady Psyche the two arms ; And so it was agreed when first they came ; But Lady Psyche was the right hand now , And she the left , or not , or seldom used ; Hers more ...
... side . She says the Princess should have been the Head , Herself and Lady Psyche the two arms ; And so it was agreed when first they came ; But Lady Psyche was the right hand now , And she the left , or not , or seldom used ; Hers more ...
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Strona 69 - 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.
Strona 70 - 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. 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 71 - 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 137 - That huddling slant in furrow-cloven falls To roll the torrent out of dusky doors : But follow; let the torrent dance thee down To find him in the valley ; let the wild Lean-headed Eagles yelp alone, and leave The monstrous ledges there to slope, and spill Their thousand wreaths of dangling watersmoke, That like a broken purpose waste in air : So waste not thou ; but come ; for all the vales Await...
Strona 141 - 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.
Strona 139 - For woman is not undevelopt man, . But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain: his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. 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...
Strona 136 - The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, 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. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me.
Strona 5 - Of him that utter'd nothing base ; And should your greatness, and the care That yokes with empire, yield you time To make demand of modern rhyme If aught of ancient worth be there ; Then — -while a sweeter music wakes, And thro...
Strona 137 - ... 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 146 - This fine old world of ours is but a child Yet in the go-cart. Patience! Give it time To learn its limbs: there is a hand that guides.