Tennyson's The PrincessGinn, 1897 - 187 pages |
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... child , and becomes all but a vengeful fury , with all the peculiar faults of woman , and none of the peculiar excellences of man . The poem being , as its title imports , a medley of jest and earnest , allows a metrical license of hich ...
... child , and becomes all but a vengeful fury , with all the peculiar faults of woman , and none of the peculiar excellences of man . The poem being , as its title imports , a medley of jest and earnest , allows a metrical license of hich ...
Page xxvii
... child We lost in other years , There above the little grave , We kissed again with tears . [ WALTERS , Tennyson , pp ... child Is woman's wisdom . Tennyson once admitted half regretfully that ' the public did not see that the child was ...
... child We lost in other years , There above the little grave , We kissed again with tears . [ WALTERS , Tennyson , pp ... child Is woman's wisdom . Tennyson once admitted half regretfully that ' the public did not see that the child was ...
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... child may exercise , when all other influences fail , is revealed in the song beginning ' Home they brought her warrior dead . ' Women are not to be hard and inexorable , are not to despise the love of worthy men , are not , indeed , to ...
... child may exercise , when all other influences fail , is revealed in the song beginning ' Home they brought her warrior dead . ' Women are not to be hard and inexorable , are not to despise the love of worthy men , are not , indeed , to ...
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... child , but makes them pay a penalty heavier than death . . . . So firm a believer was Tennyson in holy marriage that he could tell of the happiness of the leper's wife ; he cherished women so much , felt so deeply for them in their ...
... child , but makes them pay a penalty heavier than death . . . . So firm a believer was Tennyson in holy marriage that he could tell of the happiness of the leper's wife ; he cherished women so much , felt so deeply for them in their ...
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... child Yet in the go - cart . Patience ! Give it time To learn its limbs ; there is a hand that guides . This faith ... Children's Hospital . Still the poem of The Princess is not an exhaustive solution of the question treated . All men ...
... child Yet in the go - cart . Patience ! Give it time To learn its limbs ; there is a hand that guides . This faith ... Children's Hospital . Still the poem of The Princess is not an exhaustive solution of the question treated . All men ...
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Page 87 - 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 172 - ... broken purpose waste in air : So waste not thou ; but come ; for all the vales Await thee; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee ; the children call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.
Page 176 - 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, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
Page 85 - 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 151 - The leperous distilment; whose effect Holds such an enmity with blood of man, That, swift as quicksilver, it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body ; And, with a sudden vigour, it doth posset And curd, like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood...
Page 141 - 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 88 - 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 85 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. 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 168 - 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.
Page 171 - 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 watersmoke, That like a broken purpose waste in air : So waste not thou ; but come ; for all the vales...