The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, 1848 - 164 Seiten |
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... fire - balloon Rose gem - like up before the dusky groves And dropt a fairy parachute and past : And there thro ' twenty posts of telegraph They flash'd a saucy message to and fro Between the mimic stations ; so that sport With Science ...
... fire - balloon Rose gem - like up before the dusky groves And dropt a fairy parachute and past : And there thro ' twenty posts of telegraph They flash'd a saucy message to and fro Between the mimic stations ; so that sport With Science ...
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... fire , Thro ' one wide chasm of time and frost they gave The park , the crowd , the house ; but all within The sward was trim as any garden lawn : And here we lit on Aunt Elizabeth , And Lilia with the rest , and Ralph himself , A ...
... fire , Thro ' one wide chasm of time and frost they gave The park , the crowd , the house ; but all within The sward was trim as any garden lawn : And here we lit on Aunt Elizabeth , And Lilia with the rest , and Ralph himself , A ...
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... And Walter nodded at me ; He began , The rest would follow ; so we tost the ball : What kind of tales ? why , such as served to kill Time by the fire in winter . ' ' Kill him now ! Tell one , ' she said : ' kill him 14 PROLOGUE .
... And Walter nodded at me ; He began , The rest would follow ; so we tost the ball : What kind of tales ? why , such as served to kill Time by the fire in winter . ' ' Kill him now ! Tell one , ' she said : ' kill him 14 PROLOGUE .
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... formal compact , yet not less all frets But chafing me on fire to find my bride , Set out once more with those two gallant boys ; Then pushing onward under sun and stars Many a long league back to the North , we A MEDLEY . 23.
... formal compact , yet not less all frets But chafing me on fire to find my bride , Set out once more with those two gallant boys ; Then pushing onward under sun and stars Many a long league back to the North , we A MEDLEY . 23.
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... fire on a mast - head , Prophet of storm : a handmaid on each side Bow'd toward her , combing out her long black hair Damp from the river ; and close behind her stood Eight daughters of the plough , stronger than men , Huge women ...
... fire on a mast - head , Prophet of storm : a handmaid on each side Bow'd toward her , combing out her long black hair Damp from the river ; and close behind her stood Eight daughters of the plough , stronger than men , Huge women ...
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answer'd Arac arms ask'd babe betwixt bosom bow'd boys breathe broken brother brows call'd cheek child clash'd cried cuckoo Cyril dark daughter dead dear death dipt dropt enemies have fall'n ev'n eyes face fair father fear fell fixt Florian flowers flying follow'd gain'd gates gazing girl glance glow-worm golden hall hand head hear heard heart Heaven king kiss'd knew Lady Blanche Lady Psyche land laugh'd leopards light Lilia lips lives look'd maiden maids Melissa morning mother moved night noble o'er ourselves palace pardon peace Prince Princess Psyche's push'd rapt rode roll'd rose round sang seem'd shame shook smile song soul spake speak spoke star stood Swallow sweet Sweet dream talk'd tell tender thee thou thought thro troth True woman trumpet turn'd Vashti vext voice wild Winter's Tale woman women
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Seite 70 - 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.
Seite 157 - 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 thee down To find him in the valley ; let the wild Lean-headed Eagles yelp alone, and leave The monstrous ledges there to slope, and spill Their thousand wreaths of dangling water-smoke, That like a broken purpose...
Seite 70 - And thinking of the days that are no more. 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. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Seite 71 - Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. 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!
Seite 27 - she said, 'And Lady Psyche.' 'Which was prettiest, Best-natured?' 'Lady Psyche.' 'Hers are we,' One voice, we cried; and I sat down and wrote, In such a hand as when a field of corn Bows all its ears before the roaring East; 'Three ladies of the Northern empire pray Your Highness would enroll them with your own, As Lady Psyche's pupils.
Seite 155 - 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...
Seite 160 - For woman is not undevelopt man, . But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain: his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow; The man be more of woman, she of man; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care...
Seite 164 - O we will walk this world, Yoked in all exercise of noble end, And so through those dark gates across the wild That no man knows. Indeed I love thee ; come Yield thyself up : my hopes and thine are one : Accomplish thou my manhood and thyself, Lay thy sweet hands in mine and trust to me.
Seite 160 - Within her — let her make herself her own To give or keep, to live and learn and be All that not harms distinctive womanhood.
Seite 35 - Two heads in council, two beside the hearth, Two in the tangled business of the world, Two in the liberal offices of life...