The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, Dover Street, 1851 - 182 |
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... never man , I think , So moulder'd in a sinecure as he : For while our cloisters echo'd frosty feet , And our long walks were stript as bare as brooms , We did but talk you over , pledge you all In wassail ; often , like as many girls ...
... never man , I think , So moulder'd in a sinecure as he : For while our cloisters echo'd frosty feet , And our long walks were stript as bare as brooms , We did but talk you over , pledge you all In wassail ; often , like as many girls ...
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... all his veins- ' No doubt that we might make it worth his while . She once had past that he heard her speak ; way ; She scared him ; life ! he never saw the like ; She look'd as grand as doomsday and as grave : A MEDLEY . 23.
... all his veins- ' No doubt that we might make it worth his while . She once had past that he heard her speak ; way ; She scared him ; life ! he never saw the like ; She look'd as grand as doomsday and as grave : A MEDLEY . 23.
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... Never to wed . You likewise will do well , Ladies , in entering here , to cast and fling The tricks , which make us toys of men , that so , Some future time , if so indeed you will , You may with those self - styled our lords ally Your ...
... Never to wed . You likewise will do well , Ladies , in entering here , to cast and fling The tricks , which make us toys of men , that so , Some future time , if so indeed you will , You may with those self - styled our lords ally Your ...
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... never knew my father , but she says ( God help her ) she was wedded to a fool ; And still she rail'd against the state of things . She had the care of Lady Ida's youth , And from the Queen's decease she brought her up . But when your ...
... never knew my father , but she says ( God help her ) she was wedded to a fool ; And still she rail'd against the state of things . She had the care of Lady Ida's youth , And from the Queen's decease she brought her up . But when your ...
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... never come ! I dread His wildness , and the chances of the dark . ' And yet , ' I said , ' you wrong him more than I That struck him : this is proper to the clown , Tho ' smock'd , or furr'd and purpled , still the clown , To harm the ...
... never come ! I dread His wildness , and the chances of the dark . ' And yet , ' I said , ' you wrong him more than I That struck him : this is proper to the clown , Tho ' smock'd , or furr'd and purpled , still the clown , To harm the ...
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Strona 1 - I held it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Strona 78 - THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave ; Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul ? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams ? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
Strona 73 - 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!
Strona 76 - Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete; That not a worm is cloven in vain; That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain.
Strona 76 - ... 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 76 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Strona 186 - I trust I have not wasted breath: I think we are not wholly brain, Magnetic mockeries; not in vain, Like Paul with beasts, I fought with Death; Not only cunning casts in clay: Let Science prove we are, and then What matters Science unto men, At least to me? I would not stay.
Strona 76 - 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 69 - That each, who seems a separate whole, Should move his rounds, and fusing all The skirts of self again, should fall Remerging in the general Soul, Is faith as vague as all unsweet: Eternal form shall still divide The eternal soul from all beside; And I shall know him when we meet...