The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, 1851 - 182 pages |
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Page 44
... thee to death To see you , My brother ! it was duty spoke , not I. My needful seeming harshness , pardon it . Our mother , is she well ? ' With that she kiss'd His forehead , then , a moment after , clung About him , and betwixt them ...
... thee to death To see you , My brother ! it was duty spoke , not I. My needful seeming harshness , pardon it . Our mother , is she well ? ' With that she kiss'd His forehead , then , a moment after , clung About him , and betwixt them ...
Page 53
... 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 pretty one , sleep ...
... 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 pretty one , sleep ...
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... thee , O Vashti , noble Vashti ! Summon'd out She kept her state , and left the drunken king To brawl at Shushan underneath the palms . ' ' Alas your Highness breathes full East , ' I said , ' On that which leans to you . I know the ...
... thee , O Vashti , noble Vashti ! Summon'd out She kept her state , and left the drunken king To brawl at Shushan underneath the palms . ' ' Alas your Highness breathes full East , ' I said , ' On that which leans to you . I know the ...
Page 78
... thee . ' 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 . 6 O Swallow , Swallow , if I could follow , and light Upon her lattice , I would pipe ...
... thee . ' 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 . 6 O Swallow , Swallow , if I could follow , and light Upon her lattice , I would pipe ...
Page 79
... thee . ' I ceased and all the ladies , each at each , Like the Ithacensian suitors in old time , Stared with great eyes , and laugh'd with alien lips , And knew not what they meant ; for still my voice Rang false but smiling ' Not for thee ...
... thee . ' I ceased and all the ladies , each at each , Like the Ithacensian suitors in old time , Stared with great eyes , and laugh'd with alien lips , And knew not what they meant ; for still my voice Rang false but smiling ' Not for thee ...
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Page 171 - 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 78 - O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South, Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves, And tell her, tell her what I tell to thee. ' 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 73 - 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.
Page 75 - 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.
Page 180 - For me, the genial day, the happy crowd, The sport half-science, fill me with a faith. This fine old world of ours is but a child Yet in the go-cart. Patience ! Give it time To learn its limbs : there is a hand that guides.
Page 156 - I strove against the stream and all in vain; Let the great river take me to the main. No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield; Ask me no more.
Page 168 - And come, for Love 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 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...
Page 76 - 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 134 - Then they praised him, soft and low, CalPd him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and noblest foe; Yet she neither spoke nor moved. Stole a maiden from her place, Lightly to the warrior stept, Took the face-cloth from the face; Yet she neither moved nor wept.
Page 76 - 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!