The princess. With illustr. from drawings by D. Maclise |
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Side 66
... cause . " Not more than now , " she said , " So puddled as it is with favouritism . " I tried the mother's heart . Shame might befal Melissa , knowing , saying not she knew : Her answer was " Leave me to deal with that . " I spoke of ...
... cause . " Not more than now , " she said , " So puddled as it is with favouritism . " I tried the mother's heart . Shame might befal Melissa , knowing , saying not she knew : Her answer was " Leave me to deal with that . " I spoke of ...
Side 107
... cause , Die yet I blame ye not so much for fear ; Six thousand years of fear have made ye that From which I would redeem ye : but for those That stir this hubbub - you and you -- I know Your faces there in the crowd - to - morrow morn ...
... cause , Die yet I blame ye not so much for fear ; Six thousand years of fear have made ye that From which I would redeem ye : but for those That stir this hubbub - you and you -- I know Your faces there in the crowd - to - morrow morn ...
Side 109
... cause , But on my shoulder hung their heavy hands , The weight of destiny : so from her face They push'd us , down the steps , and thro ' the court , And with grim laughter thrust us out at gates . We cross'd the street and gain'd a ...
... cause , But on my shoulder hung their heavy hands , The weight of destiny : so from her face They push'd us , down the steps , and thro ' the court , And with grim laughter thrust us out at gates . We cross'd the street and gain'd a ...
Side 111
... cause , But on my shoulder hung their heavy hands , The weight of destiny : so from her face They push'd us , down the steps , and thro ' the court , And with grim laughter thrust us out at gates . We cross'd the street and gain'd a ...
... cause , But on my shoulder hung their heavy hands , The weight of destiny : so from her face They push'd us , down the steps , and thro ' the court , And with grim laughter thrust us out at gates . We cross'd the street and gain'd a ...
Side 109
... cause , But on my shoulder hung their heavy hands , The weight of destiny : so from her face They push'd us , down the steps , and thro ' the court , And with grim laughter thrust us out at gates . We cross'd the street and gain'd a ...
... cause , But on my shoulder hung their heavy hands , The weight of destiny : so from her face They push'd us , down the steps , and thro ' the court , And with grim laughter thrust us out at gates . We cross'd the street and gain'd a ...
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Side 50 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon...
Side 74 - 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 151 - That like a broken purpose waste in air : So waste not thou ; but come; for all the vales Await thee ; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee; the children call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.
Side 70 - 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 76 - O Swallow, Swallow, if I could follow, and light Upon her lattice, I would pipe and trill, And cheep and twitter twenty million loves. " O were I thou that she might take me in, And lay me on her bosom, and her heart Would rock the snowy cradle till I died.
Side 138 - Ask me no more : the moon may draw the sea ; The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape, With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape ; But O too fond, when have I answer'd thee? Ask me no more.
Side 73 - 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 117 - 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 139 - Ask me no more. Ask me no more: what answer should I give? I love not hollow cheek or faded eye : Yet, O my friend, I will not have thee die ! Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live; Ask me no more.
Side 73 - 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.