The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, 1851 - 182 sider |
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Side 28
... 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 . 11 . Ar break of day the College Portress came 38 THE PRINCESS ; 28.
... 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 . 11 . Ar break of day the College Portress came 38 THE PRINCESS ; 28.
Side 54
... tears ; 6 ' And fly ' she cried , ' O fly , while yet you may ! My mother knows : ' and when I ask'd her ' how ' My fault ' she wept my fault ! and yet not mine ; Yet mine in part . O hear me , pardon me . My mother , ' tis her wont ...
... tears ; 6 ' And fly ' she cried , ' O fly , while yet you may ! My mother knows : ' and when I ask'd her ' how ' My fault ' she wept my fault ! and yet not mine ; Yet mine in part . O hear me , pardon me . My mother , ' tis her wont ...
Side 68
... tear ; And up we came to where the river sloped To plunge in cataract , shattering on black blocks A breadth of thunder . O'er it shook the woods , And danced the colour , and , below , stuck out The bones of some vast bulk that lived ...
... tear ; And up we came to where the river sloped To plunge in cataract , shattering on black blocks A breadth of thunder . O'er it shook the woods , And danced the colour , and , below , stuck out The bones of some vast bulk that lived ...
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 . " Fresh as ...
... 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 . " Fresh as ...
Side 76
... tear , She sang of , shook and fell , an erring pearl Lost in her bosom : but with some disdain Answer'd the Princess ' If indeed there haunt About the moulder'd lodges of the Past So sweet a voice and vague , fatal to men , Well needs ...
... tear , She sang of , shook and fell , an erring pearl Lost in her bosom : but with some disdain Answer'd the Princess ' If indeed there haunt About the moulder'd lodges of the Past So sweet a voice and vague , fatal to men , Well needs ...
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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!