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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 , shrieks ...
... 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 , shrieks ...
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... and to fall . For so , my mother said , the story ran . And , truly , waking dreams were , more or less , An old and strange affection of the house . Myself too had weird seizures , Heaven knows what : PRINCE I was , blue - eyed , and fair.
... and to fall . For so , my mother said , the story ran . And , truly , waking dreams were , more or less , An old and strange affection of the house . Myself too had weird seizures , Heaven knows what : PRINCE I was , blue - eyed , and fair.
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... dream . Our great court - Galen poised his gilt - head cane , And paw'd his beard , and mutter'd " catalepsy . " My mother pitying made a thousand prayers ; My mother was as mild as any saint , Half - canonized by all that look'd on her ...
... dream . Our great court - Galen poised his gilt - head cane , And paw'd his beard , and mutter'd " catalepsy . " My mother pitying made a thousand prayers ; My mother was as mild as any saint , Half - canonized by all that look'd on her ...
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... 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 , Ladies , in entering here , to cast and fling The tricks , which make us toys of men , that so , Some ...
... 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 , Ladies , in entering here , to cast and fling The tricks , which make us toys of men , that so , Some ...
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... 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 , Ladies , in entering here , to cast and fling The tricks , which make us toys of men , that so , Some ...
... 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 , Ladies , in entering here , to cast and fling The tricks , which make us toys of men , that so , Some ...
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Page 196 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. ' Forward the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns !
Page 197 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd ; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd ; Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Page 270 - FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
Page 160 - 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 untD me.
Page 285 - O YOU chorus of indolent reviewers, Irresponsible, indolent reviewers, Look, I come to the test, a tiny poem All composed in a metre of Catullus, All in quantity, careful of my motion, Like the skater on ice that hardly bears him, Lest I fall unawares before the people, Waking laughter in indolent reviewers. Should I flounder awhile without a tumble Thro...
Page 179 - BURY the Great Duke With an empire's lamentation, Let us bury the Great Duke To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation, Mourning when their leaders fall, Warriors carry the warrior's pall, And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.
Page 71 - 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, dyin£, 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 33 - O lift your natures up: Embrace our aims : work out your freedom. Girls, Knowledge is now no more a fountain seal'd : Drink deep, until the habits of the slave. The sins of emptiness, gossip and spite And slander, die. Better not be at all Than not be noble.
Page 225 - ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaay? Proputty, proputty, proputty — that's what I 'ears 'em saay. Proputty, proputty, proputty — Sam, thou's an ass for thy paai'ns : Theer's moor sense i' one o' 'is legs nor in all thy braai'ns.
Page 265 - Glory of Virtue, to fight, to struggle, to right the wrong — Nay, but she aim'd not at glory, no lover of glory she : Give her the glory of going on, and still to be.