The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, Dover Street, 1851 - 182 páginas |
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... 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 . Love is 80 THE PRINCESS ;
... 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 . Love is 80 THE PRINCESS ;
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... dash'd Unopen'd at her feet : a tide of fierce Invective seem'd to wait behind her lips , As waits a river level with the dam Ready to burst and flood the world with foam : And so she would have spoken , but there rose A hubbub in the ...
... dash'd Unopen'd at her feet : a tide of fierce Invective seem'd to wait behind her lips , As waits a river level with the dam Ready to burst and flood the world with foam : And so she would have spoken , but there rose A hubbub in the ...
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... dash'd Your cities into shards with catapults , She would not love ; —or brought her chain'd , a slave , The lifting of whose eyelash is my lord , Not ever would she love ; but brooding turn The book of scorn , till all my little chance ...
... dash'd Your cities into shards with catapults , She would not love ; —or brought her chain'd , a slave , The lifting of whose eyelash is my lord , Not ever would she love ; but brooding turn The book of scorn , till all my little chance ...
Página 114
... dash'd with death He reddens what he kisses : thus I won Your mother , a good mother , a good wife , Worth winning ; but this firebrand - gentleness To such as her ! if Cyril spake her true , To catch a dragon in a cherry net , To trip ...
... dash'd with death He reddens what he kisses : thus I won Your mother , a good mother , a good wife , Worth winning ; but this firebrand - gentleness To such as her ! if Cyril spake her true , To catch a dragon in a cherry net , To trip ...
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... dash'd to the vale : and yet her will Bred will in me to overcome it or fall . But when I told the king that I was pledged To fight in tourney for my bride , he clash'd His iron palms together with a cry ; Himself would tilt it out ...
... dash'd to the vale : and yet her will Bred will in me to overcome it or fall . But when I told the king that I was pledged To fight in tourney for my bride , he clash'd His iron palms together with a cry ; Himself would tilt it out ...
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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
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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...