The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, 1848 - 164 |
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Strona 41
... peace ! and why should I not play The Spartan Mother with emotion , be The Lucius Junius Brutus of my kind ? Him you call great : he for the common weal , The fading politics of mortal Rome , As I might slay this child , if good need ...
... peace ! and why should I not play The Spartan Mother with emotion , be The Lucius Junius Brutus of my kind ? Him you call great : he for the common weal , The fading politics of mortal Rome , As I might slay this child , if good need ...
Strona 44
... , Madam , all those hard things That Sheba came to ask of Solomon . ' ' Be it so , ' the other , ' that we may live to lead The new light up , and culminate in peace , For Solomon may come to Sheba yet . ' Said 44 THE PRINCESS ;
... , Madam , all those hard things That Sheba came to ask of Solomon . ' ' Be it so , ' the other , ' that we may live to lead The new light up , and culminate in peace , For Solomon may come to Sheba yet . ' Said 44 THE PRINCESS ;
Strona 62
... Peace , you young savage of the Northern wild ! What ! tho ' your Prince's love were like a God's , Have we not made ourselves the sacrifice ? You are bold indeed : we are not talk'd to thus : Yet will we say for children , would they ...
... Peace , you young savage of the Northern wild ! What ! tho ' your Prince's love were like a God's , Have we not made ourselves the sacrifice ? You are bold indeed : we are not talk'd to thus : Yet will we say for children , would they ...
Strona 93
... peace . Not peace , she look'd , the Head : but rising up Robed in the long night of her deep hair , so To the open window moved , remaining there Fixt like a beacon - tower above the waves Of tempest , when the crimson - rolling eye ...
... peace . Not peace , she look'd , the Head : but rising up Robed in the long night of her deep hair , so To the open window moved , remaining there Fixt like a beacon - tower above the waves Of tempest , when the crimson - rolling eye ...
Strona 94
... Peace ! there are those to avenge us , and they come : If not , myself were like enough , O girls , ― To unfurl the maiden banner of our rights , And clad in iron burst the ranks of war , Or , falling , protomartyr of our cause , Die ...
... Peace ! there are those to avenge us , and they come : If not , myself were like enough , O girls , ― To unfurl the maiden banner of our rights , And clad in iron burst the ranks of war , Or , falling , protomartyr of our cause , Die ...
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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 157 - 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 thee down To find him in the valley ; let the wild Lean-headed Eagles yelp alone, and leave The monstrous ledges there to slope, and spill Their thousand wreaths of dangling water-smoke, That like a broken purpose...
Strona 70 - And thinking of the days that are no more. 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. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened 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.
Strona 71 - 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 27 - she said, 'And Lady Psyche.' 'Which was prettiest, Best-natured?' 'Lady Psyche.' 'Hers are we,' One voice, we cried; and I sat down and wrote, In such a hand as when a field of corn Bows all its ears before the roaring East; 'Three ladies of the Northern empire pray Your Highness would enroll them with your own, As Lady Psyche's pupils.
Strona 155 - Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the...
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 164 - O we will walk this world, Yoked in all exercise of noble end, And so through those dark gates across the wild That no man knows. Indeed I love thee ; come Yield thyself up : my hopes and thine are one : Accomplish thou my manhood and thyself, Lay thy sweet hands in mine and trust to me.
Strona 160 - Within her — let her make herself her own To give or keep, to live and learn and be All that not harms distinctive womanhood.
Strona 35 - Two heads in council, two beside the hearth, Two in the tangled business of the world, Two in the liberal offices of life...