The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, 1866 - 188 |
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Strona 79
... tender is the North . ' 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 ...
... tender is the North . ' 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 ...
Strona 80
... tender ash delays To clothe herself , when all the woods are green ? ' 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 ...
... tender ash delays To clothe herself , when all the woods are green ? ' 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 ...
Strona 112
... tender things that being caught feign death , Spoke not , nor stirr❜d . By this a murmur ran Thro ' all the camp and inward raced the scouts With rumour of Prince Arac hard at hand . We left her by the woman , and without Found 112 THE ...
... tender things that being caught feign death , Spoke not , nor stirr❜d . By this a murmur ran Thro ' all the camp and inward raced the scouts With rumour of Prince Arac hard at hand . We left her by the woman , and without Found 112 THE ...
Strona 129
... tender orphan hands Felt at my heart , and seem'd to charm from thence The wrath I nursed against the world : farewell . ' I ceased ; he said : ' Stubborn , but she may sit Upon a king's right hand in thunder - storms , And breed up ...
... tender orphan hands Felt at my heart , and seem'd to charm from thence The wrath I nursed against the world : farewell . ' I ceased ; he said : ' Stubborn , but she may sit Upon a king's right hand in thunder - storms , And breed up ...
Strona 140
... tender ministries Of female hands and hospitality . ' She spoke , and with the babe yet in her arms , Descending , burst the great bronze valves , and led A hundred maids in train across the Park . Some cowl'd , and some bare - headed ...
... tender ministries Of female hands and hospitality . ' She spoke , and with the babe yet in her arms , Descending , burst the great bronze valves , and led A hundred maids in train across the Park . Some cowl'd , and some bare - headed ...
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answer'd Arac arms ask'd babe betwixt Blow boys broken brows call'd cataract cheek child clamour clash'd cried Cyril dark dash'd daughter dead dear death dipt dream dropt dying enemies have fall'n enter'd eyes face fair father fell fight Florian flowers flying follow'd gain'd gazed girl glance glowworm half hall hand head hear heard heart Heaven king kiss'd knew Lady Blanche Lady Psyche land laugh'd light Lilia lips lives look'd maiden maids Melissa morning mother moved Muses night noble o'er ourself palace peace Prince Princess Princess Ida Psyche's push'd rapt rode roll'd rose sang seem'd shadow shame shook smile song soul spake speak spoke star stept stood strange sweet Sweet and low Sweet dream talk'd tears tender thee thou thought thro troth True woman trumpet turn'd vext voice wild Winter's tale woman women
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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...