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... ( A little sense of wrong had touch'd her face With colour ) turn'd to me with ' As you will Heroic if you will , or what you will , Or be yourself your hero if you will . ' ; 6 ' Take Lilia , then , for heroine ' 12 PROLOGUE .
... ( A little sense of wrong had touch'd her face With colour ) turn'd to me with ' As you will Heroic if you will , or what you will , Or be yourself your hero if you will . ' ; 6 ' Take Lilia , then , for heroine ' 12 PROLOGUE .
Side 87
... wrong him more than I That struck him : this is proper to the clown , Tho ' smock'd , or furr'd and purpled , still the clown , To harm the thing that trusts him , and to shame That which he says he loves for Cyril , howe'er He deal in ...
... wrong him more than I That struck him : this is proper to the clown , Tho ' smock'd , or furr'd and purpled , still the clown , To harm the thing that trusts him , and to shame That which he says he loves for Cyril , howe'er He deal in ...
Side 89
... wrong , Her round white shoulder shaken with her sobs , Melissa knelt ; but Lady Blanche erect Stood up and spake , an affluent orator . ' It was not thus , O Princess , in old days : You prized my counsel , lived upon my lips : I led ...
... wrong , Her round white shoulder shaken with her sobs , Melissa knelt ; but Lady Blanche erect Stood up and spake , an affluent orator . ' It was not thus , O Princess , in old days : You prized my counsel , lived upon my lips : I led ...
Side 95
... wrong , but fell Into his father's hands , who has this night , You lying close upon his territory , Slipt round and in the dark invested you , And here he keeps me hostage for his son . ' The second was my father's running thus : ' You ...
... wrong , but fell Into his father's hands , who has this night , You lying close upon his territory , Slipt round and in the dark invested you , And here he keeps me hostage for his son . ' The second was my father's running thus : ' You ...
Side 102
... wrong'd and lied and thwarted us— I wed with thee ! I bound by precontract Your bride , your bondslave ! not tho ' all the gold That veins the world were pack'd to make your crown , And every spoken tongue should lord you . Sir , Your ...
... wrong'd and lied and thwarted us— I wed with thee ! I bound by precontract Your bride , your bondslave ! not tho ' all the gold That veins the world were pack'd to make your crown , And every spoken tongue should lord you . Sir , Your ...
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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.