The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, Dover Street, 1851 - 182 páginas |
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... ring upon it you did . ' She held it out ; and as a parrot turns Up thro ' gilt wires a crafty loving 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 ...
... ring upon it you did . ' She held it out ; and as a parrot turns Up thro ' gilt wires a crafty loving 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 ...
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... rings of Spring In every bole , a song on every spray Of birds that piped their Valentines , and woke Desire in me to infuse my tale of love In the old king's ears , who promised help , and oozed All o'er with honey'd answer as we rode ...
... rings of Spring In every bole , a song on every spray Of birds that piped their Valentines , and woke Desire in me to infuse my tale of love In the old king's ears , who promised help , and oozed All o'er with honey'd answer as we rode ...
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... rings the gateway bell , And learns her gone and far from home ; He saddens , all the magic light Dies off at once from bower and hall , And all the place is dark , and all The chambers emptied of delight : So find I every pleasant spot ...
... rings the gateway bell , And learns her gone and far from home ; He saddens , all the magic light Dies off at once from bower and hall , And all the place is dark , and all The chambers emptied of delight : So find I every pleasant spot ...
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... long forgotten mind . But what of that ? My darken'd ways Shall ring with music all the same ; To breathe my loss is more than fame , To utter love more sweet than praise . LXXVII . AGAIN at Christmas did we weave The holly 106.
... long forgotten mind . But what of that ? My darken'd ways Shall ring with music all the same ; To breathe my loss is more than fame , To utter love more sweet than praise . LXXVII . AGAIN at Christmas did we weave The holly 106.
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... ring , And one an inner , here and there ; And last the master - bowman , he , Would cleave the mark . A willing ear We lent him . Who , but hung to hear The rapt oration flowing free From point to point with power and grace , And music ...
... ring , And one an inner , here and there ; And last the master - bowman , he , Would cleave the mark . A willing ear We lent him . Who , but hung to hear The rapt oration flowing free From point to point with power and grace , And music ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON answer'd Arac arms beat betwixt blood blow break breast breathe brows call'd cataract Celt child cried Cyril dark dash'd dead dear death deep dipt doubt DOVER STREET dream dropt dying earth EDWARD MOXON eyes face fair faith fall'n fancy father fear Florian flower flying grief half hall hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven hills hour king Lady Psyche land light Lilia lips lives look'd maiden maids Melissa mind moon morning mother move Muses night noble o'er once peace Prince Princess Princess Ida rapt Ring rose round sang seem'd shadow shame sleep song sorrow soul spake speak spirit spoke star stept stood strange sweet talk'd tears thee thine things thou thought thro touch'd trumpet truth turn'd unto vext voice wassail wild wild bells wind Winter's tale woman words
Pasajes populares
Página 1 - I held it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Página 78 - THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave ; Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul ? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams ? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
Página 73 - 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!
Página 76 - Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete; That not a worm is cloven in vain; That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain.
Página 76 - ... 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.
Página 76 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Página 186 - I trust I have not wasted breath: I think we are not wholly brain, Magnetic mockeries; not in vain, Like Paul with beasts, I fought with Death; Not only cunning casts in clay: Let Science prove we are, and then What matters Science unto men, At least to me? I would not stay.
Página 76 - 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.
Página 69 - That each, who seems a separate whole, Should move his rounds, and fusing all The skirts of self again, should fall Remerging in the general Soul, Is faith as vague as all unsweet: Eternal form shall still divide The eternal soul from all beside; And I shall know him when we meet...