The Princess of Alfred Tennyson: Re-cast as a DramaW.H. Baker, 1881 - 63 pages |
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... shadow , dying foretold That none of all our blood should ever know The shadow from the substance , and that one Should come to fight with shadows , and to fall . For so , my mother says , the story ran . And , truly , waking dreams ...
... shadow , dying foretold That none of all our blood should ever know The shadow from the substance , and that one Should come to fight with shadows , and to fall . For so , my mother says , the story ran . And , truly , waking dreams ...
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... shadow of a dream , When like a flash the weird affection came , Camp , college , army , turned to hollow shows , And , gasping , I awoke in the broad day . CYRIL . Such fancies , Prince , are only bred of dreams And shadows : bid them ...
... shadow of a dream , When like a flash the weird affection came , Camp , college , army , turned to hollow shows , And , gasping , I awoke in the broad day . CYRIL . Such fancies , Prince , are only bred of dreams And shadows : bid them ...
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... craft of healing . Were you sick , Ourself would tend upon you . So we work Amid the fleeing shadows of the dawn , And mould the woman of the fuller day . ( They approach PRINCE . flowery dell , with a 32 THE PRINCESS .
... craft of healing . Were you sick , Ourself would tend upon you . So we work Amid the fleeing shadows of the dawn , And mould the woman of the fuller day . ( They approach PRINCE . flowery dell , with a 32 THE PRINCESS .
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... abstracted and bewildered . CYRIL , having entered , approaches yawning . CYRIL . O hard task ! no fighting shadows here ! Better to clear prime forests , heave and thump A league of street in summer solstice down , Than THE PRINCESS . 33.
... abstracted and bewildered . CYRIL , having entered , approaches yawning . CYRIL . O hard task ! no fighting shadows here ! Better to clear prime forests , heave and thump A league of street in summer solstice down , Than THE PRINCESS . 33.
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... shadows ! Now , make yourself a man to fight with men . Go ! Cyril told us all . CYRIL ( advancing ) . Your pardon , Prince , For my rude song . [ Exit KING . PRINCE ( they shake hands ) . And yours for my more rude Retort ; let that ...
... shadows ! Now , make yourself a man to fight with men . Go ! Cyril told us all . CYRIL ( advancing ) . Your pardon , Prince , For my rude song . [ Exit KING . PRINCE ( they shake hands ) . And yours for my more rude Retort ; let that ...
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50 Cents answer Baker & Company Blow blush brother Comedy in Five Comedy in Four Comedy in Three Costumes CYRIL dead dear death Drama dream dying Enter Exeunt Exit fallen fancies Farce in Three father fear Five Acts five females flies too high flying Four Acts four females GAMA GAMA'S PALACE girl Hamilton Place hand head hear heard heart Heaven HERALD INTERLUDE KING kneeling knew LADY BLANCHE LADY PSYCHE land learnt lives maiden maids Massachusetts MELISSA modern mother Nine males ourself pardon Play in Four Plays a full Plays Price Plays two hours PORTRESS price by Walter PRINCE and FLORIAN PRINCE ARAC PRINCESS to PRINCE PRINCESS'S PALACE SCENE I.-A SCENE II Seven males shadows Sire sister sister Psyche song spake speak swallow Sweet and low tell thee thou Three Acts three interiors trumpet VOICE Walter H wild woman WOMAN-POST
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Page 38 - 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 36 - 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 56 - 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...
Page 61 - nor blame Too much the sons of men and barbarous laws ; These were the rough ways of the world till now. Henceforth thou hast a helper, me, that know The woman's cause is man's : they rise or sink Together, dwarfed or godlike, bond or free : For she that out of Lethe scales with man The shining steps of Nature, shares with man His nights, his days, moves with him to one goal, Stays all the fair young planet in her hands — If she be small, slight-natured, miserable, How shall men grow...
Page 24 - 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 ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep, my little one, sleep, my...
Page 62 - 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, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto noble words...
Page 38 - O tell her, Swallow, thou that knowest each, That bright and fierce and fickle is the South, And dark and true and tender is the North.
Page 37 - 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. 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.
Page 29 - Lore 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...