The princess. With illustr. from drawings by D. Maclise |
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... eyes on fire- Brake with a blast of trumpets from the gate , And , falling on them like a thunderbolt , She trampled some beneath her horses ' heels , And some were whelm'd with missiles of the wall , And some were push'd with lances ...
... eyes on fire- Brake with a blast of trumpets from the gate , And , falling on them like a thunderbolt , She trampled some beneath her horses ' heels , And some were whelm'd with missiles of the wall , And some were push'd with lances ...
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... eye , And takes a lady's finger with all care , And bites it for true heart and not for harm , So he with Lilia's . Daintily she shriek'd And wrung it . Doubt my word again ! ' he said . Come , listen ! here is proof that you were miss ...
... eye , And takes a lady's finger with all care , And bites it for true heart and not for harm , So he with Lilia's . Daintily she shriek'd And wrung it . Doubt my word again ! ' he said . Come , listen ! here is proof that you were miss ...
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... but given to starts and bursts Of revel ; and the last , my other heart , And almost my half - self , for still we moved Together , twinn'd as horse's ear and eye . IN THOMAS.Sc . Now , while they spake , I 16 THE PRINCESS ;
... but given to starts and bursts Of revel ; and the last , my other heart , And almost my half - self , for still we moved Together , twinn'd as horse's ear and eye . IN THOMAS.Sc . Now , while they spake , I 16 THE PRINCESS ;
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... eyes : I gave the letter to be sent with dawn ; And then to bed , where half in doze I seem'd To float about a glimmering night , and watch A full sea glazed with muffled moonlight , swell On some dark shore just seen that it was rich ...
... eyes : I gave the letter to be sent with dawn ; And then to bed , where half in doze I seem'd To float about a glimmering night , and watch A full sea glazed with muffled moonlight , swell On some dark shore just seen that it was rich ...
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... eyes were in her head , And so much grace and power , breathing down From over her arch'd brows , with every turn Lived thro ' her to the tips of her long hands , And to her feet . She rose her height , and said : ' We give you welcome ...
... eyes were in her head , And so much grace and power , breathing down From over her arch'd brows , with every turn Lived thro ' her to the tips of her long hands , And to her feet . She rose her height , and said : ' We give you welcome ...
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Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.