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Side 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.
... 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.
Side 19
... Florian said : ' I have a sister at the foreign court , Who moves about the Princess ; she , you know , Who wedded with a nobleman from thence : He , dying lately , left her , as I hear , The lady of three castles in that land : Thro ...
... Florian said : ' I have a sister at the foreign court , Who moves about the Princess ; she , you know , Who wedded with a nobleman from thence : He , dying lately , left her , as I hear , The lady of three castles in that land : Thro ...
Side 20
... Florian , unperceived , Cat - footed thro ' the town and half in dread To hear my father's clamour at our backs With Ho ! from some bay - window shake the night ; But all was quiet : from the bastion'd walls Like threaded spiders , one ...
... Florian , unperceived , Cat - footed thro ' the town and half in dread To hear my father's clamour at our backs With Ho ! from some bay - window shake the night ; But all was quiet : from the bastion'd walls Like threaded spiders , one ...
Side 35
... Florian , but no livelier than the dame That whisper'd ' Asses ' ears ' among the sedge , ' My sister . ' ' Comely too by all that's fair ' Said Cyril . O hush , hush ! ' and she began . ' This world was once a fluid haze of light ...
... Florian , but no livelier than the dame That whisper'd ' Asses ' ears ' among the sedge , ' My sister . ' ' Comely too by all that's fair ' Said Cyril . O hush , hush ! ' and she began . ' This world was once a fluid haze of light ...
Side 41
... Florian , Yet hangs his portrait in my father's hall ( The gaunt old Baron with his beetle brow Sun - shaded in the heat of dusty fights ) As he bestrode my Grandsire , when he fell , And all else fled : we point to it , and we say ...
... Florian , Yet hangs his portrait in my father's hall ( The gaunt old Baron with his beetle brow Sun - shaded in the heat of dusty fights ) As he bestrode my Grandsire , when he fell , And all else fled : we point to it , and we say ...
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answer'd Arac arms ask'd babe betwixt Blow boys breast brows call'd cataract cheek child clamour clash'd 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 fixt Florian flowers flying follow'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 ourself 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 74 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying. Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, 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. O love, they die in yon rich sky. They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul. And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set...
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 136 - Call'd 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. Rose a nurse of ninety years, Set his child upon her knee — Like summer tempest came her tears — ‘Sweet my child, I live for thee.
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 169 - 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 38 - everywhere Two heads in council, two beside the hearth, Two in the tangled business of the world, Two in the liberal offices of life. Two plummets dropt for one to sound the abyss Of science and the secrets of the mind...
Side 74 - 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 ! 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 20 - Proud 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 shall win." Then, ere the silver sickle of that month Became her golden shield, I stole from court With Cyril and with Florian, unperceived, Cat-footed thro...
Side 167 - 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. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the...
Side 55 - Morn in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by other drest with care Descended to the court that lay three parts In shadow, but the Muses' heads were touch'd Above the darkness from their native East.