The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, 1851 - 182 sider |
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Side 2
... And that was old Sir Ralph's at Ascalon : A good knight he ! we keep a chronicle With all about him ' —which he brought , and I Dived in a hoard of tales that dealt with knights Half - legend , half - historic , counts and 2 PROLOGUE .
... And that was old Sir Ralph's at Ascalon : A good knight he ! we keep a chronicle With all about him ' —which he brought , and I Dived in a hoard of tales that dealt with knights Half - legend , half - historic , counts and 2 PROLOGUE .
Side 7
... keep us children ! OI wish That I were some great Princess , I would build Far off from men a college like a man's , And I would teach them all that men are taught ; We are twice as quick ! ' And here she shook aside The hand that play ...
... keep us children ! OI wish That I were some great Princess , I would build Far off from men a college like a man's , And I would teach them all that men are taught ; We are twice as quick ! ' And here she shook aside The hand that play ...
Side 46
... keep your hoods about the face ; They do so that affect abstraction here . Speak little ; mix not with the rest ; and hold Your promise : all , I trust , may yet be well . ' We turn'd to go , but Cyril took the child 46 THE PRINCESS ;
... keep your hoods about the face ; They do so that affect abstraction here . Speak little ; mix not with the rest ; and hold Your promise : all , I trust , may yet be well . ' We turn'd to go , but Cyril took the child 46 THE PRINCESS ;
Side 64
... keep Your purport , you will shock him ev'n to death , Or baser courses , children of despair . ' ' Poor boy ' she said ' can he not read - no books ? Quoit , tennis , ball - no games ? nor deals in that Which men delight in , martial ...
... keep Your purport , you will shock him ev'n to death , Or baser courses , children of despair . ' ' Poor boy ' she said ' can he not read - no books ? Quoit , tennis , ball - no games ? nor deals in that Which men delight in , martial ...
Side 91
... keep the sense . I spoke not then at first , but watch'd them well , Saw that they kept apart , no mischief done ; And yet this day ( tho ' you should hate me for it ) I came to tell you ; found that you had gone , Ridd'n to the hills ...
... keep the sense . I spoke not then at first , but watch'd them well , Saw that they kept apart , no mischief done ; And yet this day ( tho ' you should hate me for it ) I came to tell you ; found that you had gone , Ridd'n to the hills ...
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Side 171 - 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, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto noble words...
Side 78 - O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South, Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves, And tell her, tell her what I tell to thee. ' O tell her, Swallow, thou that knowest each, That bright and fierce and fickle is the South, And dark and true and tender is the North.
Side 73 - 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 75 - 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 180 - For me, the genial day, the happy crowd, The sport half-science, fill me with a faith. This fine old world of ours is but a child Yet in the go-cart. Patience ! Give it time To learn its limbs : there is a hand that guides.
Side 156 - I strove against the stream and all in vain; Let the great river take me to the main. No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield; Ask me no more.
Side 168 - And come, for Love is of the valley, come, For Love is of the valley, come thou down And find him; by the happy threshold, he, Or hand in hand with Plenty in the maize, Or red with spirted purple of the vats, 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...
Side 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.
Side 134 - Then they praised him, soft and low, CalPd him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and noblest foe; Yet she neither spoke nor moved. Stole a maiden from her place, Lightly to the warrior stept, Took the face-cloth from the face; Yet she neither moved nor wept.
Side 76 - 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!