The Princess: A MedleyW. D. Ticknor, 1848 - 168 |
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Strona 42
... are grown , and yet I knew you at the first . I am very glad , and I am very vext To see you , Florian . I give thee to death , My brother ! it was duty spoke , not I. My needful seeming harshness , pardon it . Our mother 42 THE PRINCESS ;
... are grown , and yet I knew you at the first . I am very glad , and I am very vext To see you , Florian . I give thee to death , My brother ! it was duty spoke , not I. My needful seeming harshness , pardon it . Our mother 42 THE PRINCESS ;
Strona 61
... thee , O Vashti , noble Vashti ! Summon'd out She kept her state , and left the drunken king To brawl at Shushan underneath the palms . ' ' Alas your Highness breathes full East , ' I said , ' On that which leans to you . I know A ...
... thee , O Vashti , noble Vashti ! Summon'd out She kept her state , and left the drunken king To brawl at Shushan underneath the palms . ' ' Alas your Highness breathes full East , ' I said , ' On that which leans to you . I know A ...
Strona 73
... thee . ' O tell her , Swallow , thou that knowest each , That bright and fierce and fickle is the South , And dark and true and tender is the North . ' O Swallow , Swallow , if I could follow , and light Upon her lattice , I would pipe ...
... thee . ' O tell her , Swallow , thou that knowest each , That bright and fierce and fickle is the South , And dark and true and tender is the North . ' O Swallow , Swallow , if I could follow , and light Upon her lattice , I would pipe ...
Strona 74
... thee . ' I ceased , and all the ladies , each at each , Like the Ithacensian suitors in old time , Stared with great eyes , and laugh'd with alien lips , And knew not what they meant ; for still my voice Rang false but smiling , ' Not ...
... thee . ' I ceased , and all the ladies , each at each , Like the Ithacensian suitors in old time , Stared with great eyes , and laugh'd with alien lips , And knew not what they meant ; for still my voice Rang false but smiling , ' Not ...
Strona 75
... thee sister , or the meadow - crake Grate her harsh kindred in the grass : and this A mere love - poem ! O for such , my friend , We prize them slight : they mind us of the time When we made bricks in Egypt . Knaves are men , That lute ...
... thee sister , or the meadow - crake Grate her harsh kindred in the grass : and this A mere love - poem ! O for such , my friend , We prize them slight : they mind us of the time When we made bricks in Egypt . Knaves are men , That lute ...
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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.
Strona 71 - 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 161 - Then comes the statelier Eden back to men : Then reign the world's great bridals, chaste and calm : Then springs the crowning race of human-kind. May these things be ! " Sighing she spoke "I fear They will not.
Strona 161 - Dear, but let us type them now In our own lives, and this proud watchword rest Of equal; seeing either sex alone Is half itself, and in true marriage lies Nor equal, nor unequal : each fulfils Defect in each, and always thought in thought, Purpose in purpose, will in will, they grow, The single pure and perfect animal, The two-cell'd heart beating, with one full stroke, Life.
Strona 154 - My spirit closed with Ida's at the lips ; Till back I fell, and from mine arms she rose 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...
Strona 157 - 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...
Strona 74 - O tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown: Say to her, I do but wanton in the South, But in the North long since my nest is made. O tell her, brief is life but love is long And brief the sun of summer in the North And brief the moon of beauty in the South. O Swallow, flying from the golden woods Fly to her, and pipe and woo her, and make her mine. And tell her, tell her, that I follow thee.
Strona 160 - 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...
Strona 71 - 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 51 - Rest, rest, on mother's breast. Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. Morn in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by other drest with care Descended to the court that lay three parts In shadow, but the Muses' heads were touch'd Above the darkness from their native East.