The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon & Company, 1866 - 183 |
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... king , ' you shall not ; we ourself Will crush her pretty maiden fancies dead In iron gauntlets : break the council up . ' But when the council broke , I rose and past C 2 A MEDLEY . 19 Whom all men rate as kind and hospitable: ...
... king , ' you shall not ; we ourself Will crush her pretty maiden fancies dead In iron gauntlets : break the council up . ' But when the council broke , I rose and past C 2 A MEDLEY . 19 Whom all men rate as kind and hospitable: ...
Strona 66
... dead self , nor shun to do it , Being other since we learnt our meaning here , To lift the woman's fall'n divinity Upon an even pedestal with man . ' She paused , and added with a haughtier smile ' And as to precontracts , we move , my ...
... dead self , nor shun to do it , Being other since we learnt our meaning here , To lift the woman's fall'n divinity Upon an even pedestal with man . ' She paused , and added with a haughtier smile ' And as to precontracts , we move , my ...
Strona 81
... dead . But great is song Used to great ends : ourself have often tried Valkyrian hymns , or into rhythm have dash'd The passion of the prophetess ; for song Is duer unto freedom , force and growth Of spirit than to junketing and love ...
... dead . But great is song Used to great ends : ourself have often tried Valkyrian hymns , or into rhythm have dash'd The passion of the prophetess ; for song Is duer unto freedom , force and growth Of spirit than to junketing and love ...
Strona 94
... , her hand shook , and we heard In the dead hush the papers that she held Rustle at once the lost lamb at her feet Sent out a bitter bleating for its dam ; The plaintive cry jarr'd on her ire ; she crush'd 94 THE PRINCESS ;
... , her hand shook , and we heard In the dead hush the papers that she held Rustle at once the lost lamb at her feet Sent out a bitter bleating for its dam ; The plaintive cry jarr'd on her ire ; she crush'd 94 THE PRINCESS ;
Strona 100
... dead . She stretch'd her arms and call'd Across the tumult and the tumult fell . 0 ' What fear ye brawlers ? am not I your Head ? On me , me , me , the storm first breaks : I dare All these male thunderbolts : what is it ye fear ? Peace ...
... dead . She stretch'd her arms and call'd Across the tumult and the tumult fell . 0 ' What fear ye brawlers ? am not I your Head ? On me , me , me , the storm first breaks : I dare All these male thunderbolts : what is it ye fear ? Peace ...
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