The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, Dover Street, 1851 - 182 sider |
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Side 15
... look'd on her , So gracious was her tact and tenderness : But my good father thought a king a king ; He cared not for the affection of the house ; He held his sceptre like a pedant's wand To lash offence , and with long arms and hands ...
... look'd on her , So gracious was her tact and tenderness : But my good father thought a king a king ; He cared not for the affection of the house ; He held his sceptre like a pedant's wand To lash offence , and with long arms and hands ...
Side 19
... look'd the lips : but while I meditated A wind arose and rush'd upon the South , And shook the songs , the whispers , and the shrieks Of the wild woods together ; and a Voice Went with it ' Follow , follow , thou shalt win . ' Then ...
... look'd the lips : but while I meditated A wind arose and rush'd upon the South , And shook the songs , the whispers , and the shrieks Of the wild woods together ; and a Voice Went with it ' Follow , follow , thou shalt win . ' Then ...
Side 22
... look upon her As on a kind of paragon ; and I ( Pardon me saying it ) were much loth to breed Dispute betwixt myself and mine but since : ( And I confess with right ) you think me bound In some sort , I can give you letters to her ; And ...
... look upon her As on a kind of paragon ; and I ( Pardon me saying it ) were much loth to breed Dispute betwixt myself and mine but since : ( And I confess with right ) you think me bound In some sort , I can give you letters to her ; And ...
Side 23
... look'd across a land of hope , We dropt with evening on a rustic town Set in a gleaming river's crescent - curve , Close at the boundary of the liberties ; There enter'd an old hostel , call'd mine host To council , plied him with his ...
... look'd across a land of hope , We dropt with evening on a rustic town Set in a gleaming river's crescent - curve , Close at the boundary of the liberties ; There enter'd an old hostel , call'd mine host To council , plied him with his ...
Side 24
A Medley Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. She look'd as grand as doomsday and as grave : And he , he reverenced his liege - lady there ; He always made a point to post with mares ; His daughter and his housemaid were the boys : The land ...
A Medley Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. She look'd as grand as doomsday and as grave : And he , he reverenced his liege - lady there ; He always made a point to post with mares ; His daughter and his housemaid were the boys : The land ...
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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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Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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!
Side 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.
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 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...