The Princess, Maud, Locksley Hall, and The Talking OakHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1882 - 339 pages |
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... dream . - Heroic seems our Princess as required But something made to suit with Time and place , A Gothic ruin and a Grecian house , A talk of college and of ladies ' rights , A feudal knight in silken masquerade , And , yonder ...
... dream . - Heroic seems our Princess as required But something made to suit with Time and place , A Gothic ruin and a Grecian house , A talk of college and of ladies ' rights , A feudal knight in silken masquerade , And , yonder ...
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... dreams were , more or less , An old and strange affection of the house . Myself too had weird seizures , Heaven knows ... dream . Our great court - Galen poised his gilt - head cane , And paw'd his beard , and mutter'd " catalepsy . " My ...
... dreams were , more or less , An old and strange affection of the house . Myself too had weird seizures , Heaven knows ... dream . Our great court - Galen poised his gilt - head cane , And paw'd his beard , and mutter'd " catalepsy . " My ...
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... of knowledge and of Your language proves you still the child . Indeed , We dream not of him : when we set our hand To this great work , we purposed with ourself Never to wed . You likewise will do well , 34 THE PRINCESS .
... of knowledge and of Your language proves you still the child . Indeed , We dream not of him : when we set our hand To this great work , we purposed with ourself Never to wed . You likewise will do well , 34 THE PRINCESS .
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... dreams ? are you That brother - sister Psyche , both in one ? You were that Psyche , but what are you now ? " " You are that Psyche , " Cyril said , " for whom I would be that for ever which I seem , Woman , if I might sit beside your ...
... dreams ? are you That brother - sister Psyche , both in one ? You were that Psyche , but what are you now ? " " You are that Psyche , " Cyril said , " for whom I would be that for ever which I seem , Woman , if I might sit beside your ...
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... dreams , The second - sight of some Astræan age , Sat compass'd with professors : they , the while , Discuss'd a doubt and tost it to and fro : A clamor thicken'd , mixt with inmost terms Of art and science : Lady Blanche alone Of faded ...
... dreams , The second - sight of some Astræan age , Sat compass'd with professors : they , the while , Discuss'd a doubt and tost it to and fro : A clamor thicken'd , mixt with inmost terms Of art and science : Lady Blanche alone Of faded ...
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Page 69 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Page 67 - The splendor 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.
Page 21 - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change. Thro...
Page 69 - 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.
Page 18 - I, to herd with narrow foreheads, vacant of our glorious gains, Like a beast with lower pleasures, like a beast with lower pains! Mated with a squalid savage— what to me were sun or clime? I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time...
Page 13 - They to whom my foolish passion were a target for their scorn : Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a mouldered string ? I am shamed through all my nature to have loved so slight a thing.
Page 69 - 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-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.
Page 147 - Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang) In height and cold, the splendour of the hills ? But cease to move so near the Heavens, and cease To glide a sunbeam by the blasted Pine, To sit a star upon the sparkling spire ; And come, for Love is of the valley, come, For Love is of the valley, come thou down And find him...
Page 78 - A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee: Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us, What and where they be.
Page 22 - Ancient founts of inspiration well thro' all my fancy yet. Howsoever these things be, a long farewell to Locksley Hall! Now for me the woods may wither, now for me the roof-tree fall. Comes a vapor from the margin, blackening over heath and holt, Cramming all the blast before it, in its breast a thunderbolt. Let it fall on Locksley Hall, with rain or hail, or fire or snow; For the mighty wind arises, roaring seaward, and I go.