The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, 1866 - 188 |
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... dream.— Heroic seems our Princess as required- But something made to suit with Time and place , A Gothic ruin and a Grecian house , A talk of college and of ladies ' rights , A feudal knight in silken masquerade , And , yonder , shrieks ...
... dream.— Heroic seems our Princess as required- But something made to suit with Time and place , A Gothic ruin and a Grecian house , A talk of college and of ladies ' rights , A feudal knight in silken masquerade , And , yonder , shrieks ...
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... dreams were , more or less , An old and strange affection of the house . Myself too had weird seizures , Heaven knows what : On a sudden in the midst of men and day , 15 15 And while I walk'd and talk'd as heretofore , I THE PRINCESS; A ...
... dreams were , more or less , An old and strange affection of the house . Myself too had weird seizures , Heaven knows what : On a sudden in the midst of men and day , 15 15 And while I walk'd and talk'd as heretofore , I THE PRINCESS; A ...
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... dream . Our great court - Galen poised his gilt - head cane , And paw'd his beard , and mutter'd ' catalepsy . ' My mother pitying made a thousand prayers ; My mother was as mild as any saint , Half - canonized by all that look'd on her ...
... dream . Our great court - Galen poised his gilt - head cane , And paw'd his beard , and mutter'd ' catalepsy . ' My mother pitying made a thousand prayers ; My mother was as mild as any saint , Half - canonized by all that look'd on her ...
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... dream not of him : when we set our hand To this great work , we purposed with ourself 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 ...
... dream not of him : when we set our hand To this great work , we purposed with ourself 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 ...
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... dreams ? are you That brother - sister Psyche , both in one ? You were that Psyche , but what are you now ? ' ' You are that Psyche , ' Cyril said , ' for whom I would be that for ever which I seem Woman , if I might sit beside your ...
... dreams ? are you That brother - sister Psyche , both in one ? You were that Psyche , but what are you now ? ' ' You are that Psyche , ' Cyril said , ' for whom I would be that for ever which I seem Woman , if I might sit beside your ...
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Strona 54 - 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.
Strona 136 - 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 74 - 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 ! 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 168 - To sit a star upon the sparkling spire; 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...
Strona 76 - 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 67 - What ! tho' your Prince's love were like a God's, Have we not made ourself the sacrifice 1 You are bold indeed : we are not talk'd to thus : Yet will we say for children, would they grew Like field-flowers everywhere ! we like them well : But children die ; and let me tell you, girl, Howe'er you babble, great deeds cannot die ; They with the sun and moon renew their light For ever, blessing those that look on them.
Strona 77 - 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 77 - Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. 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 180 - The little boys begin to shoot and stab, A kingdom topples over with a shriek Like an old woman, and down rolls the world In mock heroics stranger than our own ; Revolts, republics, revolutions, most No graver than a schoolboys...
Strona 20 - Proud look'd the lips: but while I meditated A wind arose and rush'd upon the South, And shook the songs, the whispers, and the shrieks Of the wild woods together; and a Voice Went with it, " Follow, follow, thou shall win." Then, ere the silver sickle of that month Became her golden shield, I stole from court With Cyril and with Florian, unperceived, Cat-footed thro...