The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, 1853 - 183 sider |
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... , visiting the son , —the son A Walter too , -with others of our set , Five others we were seven at Vivian - place . And me that morning Walter show'd the house , B Greek , set with busts : from vases in the THE PRINCESS: ...
... , visiting the son , —the son A Walter too , -with others of our set , Five others we were seven at Vivian - place . And me that morning Walter show'd the house , B Greek , set with busts : from vases in the THE PRINCESS: ...
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... ? And maiden fancies ; loved to live alone Among her women ; certain , would not wed . That morning in the presence room I stood With Cyril and with Florian , my two friends : C The first , a gentleman of broken means ( His A MEDLEY . 17.
... ? And maiden fancies ; loved to live alone Among her women ; certain , would not wed . That morning in the presence room I stood With Cyril and with Florian , my two friends : C The first , a gentleman of broken means ( His A MEDLEY . 17.
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... morning doves That sun their milky bosoms on the thatch , A patient range of pupils ; she herself Erect behind a desk of satin - wood , A quick brunette , well - moulded , falcon - eyed , And on the hither side , or so she look'd 34 THE ...
... morning doves That sun their milky bosoms on the thatch , A patient range of pupils ; she herself Erect behind a desk of satin - wood , A quick brunette , well - moulded , falcon - eyed , And on the hither side , or so she look'd 34 THE ...
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... morning hills , Flung ball , flew kite , and raced the purple fly , And snared the squirrel of the glen ? are you That Psyche , wont to bind my throbbing brow , To smoothe my pillow , mix the foaming draught Of fever , tell me pleasant ...
... morning hills , Flung ball , flew kite , and raced the purple fly , And snared the squirrel of the glen ? are you That Psyche , wont to bind my throbbing brow , To smoothe my pillow , mix the foaming draught Of fever , tell me pleasant ...
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... morning seas . So stood that same fair creature at the door . Then Lady Psyche ' Ah - Melissa - you ! You heard us ? ' and Melissa , ' O pardon me ! I heard , I could not help it , did not wish : But , dearest Lady , pray you fear me ...
... morning seas . So stood that same fair creature at the door . Then Lady Psyche ' Ah - Melissa - you ! You heard us ? ' and Melissa , ' O pardon me ! I heard , I could not help it , did not wish : But , dearest Lady , pray you fear me ...
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answer'd Arac arms ask'd babe betwixt Blow boys breathe broken brows call'd cataract cheek child clamour 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 ourselves 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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Side 166 - There to herself, all in low tones, she read. •'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.
Side 77 - 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.
Side 171 - d or godlike, bond or free : For she that out of Lethe scales with man The shming steps of Nature, shares with man His nights, his days, moves with him to one goal, Stays all the fair young planet in her hands — If she be small, slight-natured, miserable, How shall men grow...
Side 80 - Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, delaying as the tender ash delays to clothe herself, when all the woods are green!
Side 74 - 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, dyin£, 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.
Side 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.
Side 29 - As thro' the land at eve we went. And pluck'd the ripen'd ears, We fell out, my wife and I, O we fell out I know not why, And kiss'd again with tears. And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears ! For when we came where lies the child We lost in other years, There above the little grave, O there above the little grave, We kiss'd again with tears.
Side 77 - 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.
Side 173 - Of equal; seeing either sex alone Is half itself, and in true marriage lies Nor equal, nor unequal: each fulfils Defect in each, and always thought in thought, Purpose in purpose, will in will, they grow, The single pure and perfect animal, The two-cell'd heart beating, with one full stroke, Life.
Side 166 - My spirit closed with Ida's at the lips ; Till back I fell, and from mine arms she rose Glowing all over noble shame ; and all Her falser self slipt from her like a robe, And left her woman, lovelier in her mood Than in her mould that other, when she came From barren deeps to conquer all with love ; And down the streaming crystal dropt ; and she Far-fleeted by the purple island-sides, Naked, a double light in air and wave, To meet her Graces, where they...