The Princess of Alfred Tennyson Re-cast as a DramaLee and Shepard, 1881 - 63 pages |
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... Ladies of the Court and Tutors in the College . MELISSA , Daughter of Lady Blanche . GIRL - STUDENTS . COLLEGE PORTRESS . WOMAN - POST . WOMAN- GUARDS . HERALDS . ACT I. SCENE I. - A Presence - room in DRAMATIS PERSONE. ...
... Ladies of the Court and Tutors in the College . MELISSA , Daughter of Lady Blanche . GIRL - STUDENTS . COLLEGE PORTRESS . WOMAN - POST . WOMAN- GUARDS . HERALDS . ACT I. SCENE I. - A Presence - room in DRAMATIS PERSONE. ...
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... MELISSA unobserved . ) LADY PSYCHE . Let the Princess judge Of that farewell , sir to you all , farewell . I shudder at the sequel , but I go . - she that is PRINCE . Are you that Lady Psyche , The fifth in line from that old Florian ...
... MELISSA unobserved . ) LADY PSYCHE . Let the Princess judge Of that farewell , sir to you all , farewell . I shudder at the sequel , but I go . - she that is PRINCE . Are you that Lady Psyche , The fifth in line from that old Florian ...
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... MELISSA ( coming forward toward LADY PSYCHE ) . brought a message here from Lady Blanche . LADY PSYCHE . Ah - Melissa MELISSA . O pardon me ! - you ! You heard us ? I heard , I could not help it , did not wish : But , dearest lady ...
... MELISSA ( coming forward toward LADY PSYCHE ) . brought a message here from Lady Blanche . LADY PSYCHE . Ah - Melissa MELISSA . O pardon me ! - you ! You heard us ? I heard , I could not help it , did not wish : But , dearest lady ...
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... MELISSA . PRINCE ( surveying the room ) . Why , sirs , they do all this as well as we . CYRIL . They hunt old trails , it may be , very well ; But when did woman ever yet invent ? FLORIAN . Ungracious ! can it be that you have learnt No ...
... MELISSA . PRINCE ( surveying the room ) . Why , sirs , they do all this as well as we . CYRIL . They hunt old trails , it may be , very well ; But when did woman ever yet invent ? FLORIAN . Ungracious ! can it be that you have learnt No ...
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... MELISSA in terror , exclaiming . ) MELISSA . Fly ! fly ! while yet you may ! My mother knows . PRINCE . HOW ? Why ? MELISSA ( weeping ) . My fault , my fault ! and yet not mine : Yet mine in part . O hear me , pardon me ! My mother ...
... MELISSA in terror , exclaiming . ) MELISSA . Fly ! fly ! while yet you may ! My mother knows . PRINCE . HOW ? Why ? MELISSA ( weeping ) . My fault , my fault ! and yet not mine : Yet mine in part . O hear me , pardon me ! My mother ...
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answer blood Blow blush brows bugle Camp child countrywomen dare dawn dead dear death dream dying echoes Exeunt eyes fail fair fallen fancies father fear fight flies too high flowers flying follow Forever GAMA GAMA'S PALACE gate girl halls hand head hear heart Heaven HERALD Hist hither honor INTERLUDE KING KING'S kisses knew LADY BLANCHE LADY PSYCHE land Last night learnt leopards letter lives look maiden maids moon mother noble ourself pardon plot PORTRESS pre-contract pretty PRINCE and FLORIAN PRINCE ARAC PRINCESS to PRINCE PRINCESS'S PALACE SCENE I.-A SCENE II Sdeath shadows Sire sister Psyche song soul spake speak strange swallow Sweet and low talk tears tell TENNYSON thee THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON thou thought three to three troth trumpet trust Twas VOICE warrior wild woman women wrong yestermorn
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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 - Then they praised him, soft and low, Called 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. 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.
Page 62 - 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 36 - O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.