The princess. With illustr. from drawings by D. Maclise |
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Side 21
... night ; But all was quiet from the bastion'd walls Like threaded spiders , one by one , we dropt , And flying reach'd the frontier : then we crost To a livelier land ; and so by tilth and grange , And vines , and blowing bosks of ...
... night ; But all was quiet from the bastion'd walls Like threaded spiders , one by one , we dropt , And flying reach'd the frontier : then we crost To a livelier land ; and so by tilth and grange , And vines , and blowing bosks of ...
Side 30
... bed , where half in doze I seem'd To float about a glimmering night , and watch A full sea glazed with muffled moonlight , swell On some dark shore just seen that it was rich . As thro ' the land at eve we went , 30 THE PRINCESS ;
... bed , where half in doze I seem'd To float about a glimmering night , and watch A full sea glazed with muffled moonlight , swell On some dark shore just seen that it was rich . As thro ' the land at eve we went , 30 THE PRINCESS ;
Side 52
... night long breast - deep in corn , We issued gorged with knowledge , and I spoke : ' Why , Sirs , they do all this as well as we . ' " They hunt old trails ' said Cyril ' very well ; But when did woman ever yet invent ? ' ' Ungracious ...
... night long breast - deep in corn , We issued gorged with knowledge , and I spoke : ' Why , Sirs , they do all this as well as we . ' " They hunt old trails ' said Cyril ' very well ; But when did woman ever yet invent ? ' ' Ungracious ...
Side 60
... night of tears ; And fly ' she cried , ' O fly , while yet you may ! My mother knows : and when I ask'd her ' how ' My fault ' she wept Yet mine in part . my fault ! and yet not mine ; O hear me , pardon me . My mother , ' tis her wont ...
... night of tears ; And fly ' she cried , ' O fly , while yet you may ! My mother knows : and when I ask'd her ' how ' My fault ' she wept Yet mine in part . my fault ! and yet not mine ; O hear me , pardon me . My mother , ' tis her wont ...
Side 61
... night to night To rail at Lady Psyche and her side . She says the Princess should have been the Head , Herself and Lady Psyche the two arms ; And so it was agreed when first they came ; But Lady Psyche was the right hand now , And she ...
... night to night To rail at Lady Psyche and her side . She says the Princess should have been the Head , Herself and Lady Psyche the two arms ; And so it was agreed when first they came ; But Lady Psyche was the right hand now , And she ...
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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.