The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, Dover Street, 1851 - 182 páginas |
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... truth ! Take me I'll serve you better in a strait ; I grate on rusty hinges here : ' but ' No ! ' Roar'd the rough king , ' you shall not ; we ourself Will crush her pretty maiden fancies dead In iron gauntlets : break the council up ...
... truth ! Take me I'll serve you better in a strait ; I grate on rusty hinges here : ' but ' No ! ' Roar'd the rough king , ' you shall not ; we ourself Will crush her pretty maiden fancies dead In iron gauntlets : break the council up ...
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... truth , I rate your chance Almost at naked nothing . ' Thus the king ; And I , tho ' nettled that he seem'd to slur With garrulous ease and oily courtesies Our formal compact , yet , not less ( all frets But chafing me on fire to find ...
... truth , I rate your chance Almost at naked nothing . ' Thus the king ; And I , tho ' nettled that he seem'd to slur With garrulous ease and oily courtesies Our formal compact , yet , not less ( all frets But chafing me on fire to find ...
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... truth The highest is the measure of the man , And not the Kaffir , Hottentot , Malay , Nor those horn - handed breakers of the glebe , But Homer , Plato , Verulam ; even so With woman and in arts of government Elizabeth and others ...
... truth The highest is the measure of the man , And not the Kaffir , Hottentot , Malay , Nor those horn - handed breakers of the glebe , But Homer , Plato , Verulam ; even so With woman and in arts of government Elizabeth and others ...
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... truth ; Receive it ; and in me behold the Prince Your countryman , affianced years ago To the Lady Ida : here , for here she was , And thus ( what other way was left ) I came . ' ' O Sir , O Prince , I have no country ; none ; If any ...
... truth ; Receive it ; and in me behold the Prince Your countryman , affianced years ago To the Lady Ida : here , for here she was , And thus ( what other way was left ) I came . ' ' O Sir , O Prince , I have no country ; none ; If any ...
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... truth at once , but with no word from me ; And now thus early risen she goes to inform The Princess : Lady Psyche will be crush'd ; But you may yet be saved , and therefore fly : But heal me with your pardon ere you go . ' ' What pardon ...
... truth at once , but with no word from me ; And now thus early risen she goes to inform The Princess : Lady Psyche will be crush'd ; But you may yet be saved , and therefore fly : But heal me with your pardon ere you go . ' ' What pardon ...
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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...