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Side 10
... doubt not that . O yes , you miss'd us much . I'll stake my ruby ring upon it you did . ' She held it out ; and as a parrot turns Up thro ' gilt wires a crafty loving eye , And takes a lady's finger with all care , And bites it for true ...
... doubt not that . O yes , you miss'd us much . I'll stake my ruby ring upon it you did . ' She held it out ; and as a parrot turns Up thro ' gilt wires a crafty loving eye , And takes a lady's finger with all care , And bites it for true ...
Side 24
... his veins- ' No doubt that we might make it worth his while . She once had past that way ; he heard her speak ; She scared him ; life ! he never saw the like ; She look'd as grand as doomsday and as grave : 24 THE PRINCESS ;
... his veins- ' No doubt that we might make it worth his while . She once had past that way ; he heard her speak ; She scared him ; life ! he never saw the like ; She look'd as grand as doomsday and as grave : 24 THE PRINCESS ;
Side 52
... doubt and tost it to and fro : A clamour thicken'd , mixt with inmost terms Of art and science : Lady Blanche alone Of faded form and haughtiest lineaments , With all her autumn tresses falsely brown , Shot sidelong daggers at us , a ...
... doubt and tost it to and fro : A clamour thicken'd , mixt with inmost terms Of art and science : Lady Blanche alone Of faded form and haughtiest lineaments , With all her autumn tresses falsely brown , Shot sidelong daggers at us , a ...
Side 68
... into stone . ' I answer'd nothing , doubtful in myself If that strange Poet - princess with her grand Imaginations might at all be won . And she broke out interpreting my thoughts : ' No doubt we seem a kind of monster to 68 THE PRINCESS ;
... into stone . ' I answer'd nothing , doubtful in myself If that strange Poet - princess with her grand Imaginations might at all be won . And she broke out interpreting my thoughts : ' No doubt we seem a kind of monster to 68 THE PRINCESS ;
Side 69
Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) ' No doubt we seem a kind of monster to you ; We are used to that for women , up till this Cramp'd under worse than South - sea - isle taboo , Dwarfs of the gynæceum , fail so far In high desire , they know ...
Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) ' No doubt we seem a kind of monster to you ; We are used to that for women , up till this Cramp'd under worse than South - sea - isle taboo , Dwarfs of the gynæceum , fail so far In high desire , they know ...
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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.