The Princess: A MedleyHoughton, Mifflin, 1890 - 190 pages |
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... father thought a king a king ; He cared not for the affection of the house ; He held his sceptre like a pedant's wand To lash offence , and with long arms and hands Reach'd out , and pick'd offenders from the mass For judgment . Now it ...
... father thought a king a king ; He cared not for the affection of the house ; He held his sceptre like a pedant's wand To lash offence , and with long arms and hands Reach'd out , and pick'd offenders from the mass For judgment . Now it ...
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... father's fault ) but given to starts and bursts Of revel ; and the last , my other heart , And almost my half - self , for still we moved Together , twinn'd as horse's ear and eye . Now , while they spake , I saw my father's face Grow ...
... father's fault ) but given to starts and bursts Of revel ; and the last , my other heart , And almost my half - self , for still we moved Together , twinn'd as horse's ear and eye . Now , while they spake , I saw my father's face Grow ...
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... father's clamor at our backs With Ho ! from some bay - window shake the night ; But all was quiet : from the bastion'd walls Like threaded spiders , one by one , we dropt , And flying reach'd the frontier : then we crost 80 90 100 To a ...
... father's clamor at our backs With Ho ! from some bay - window shake the night ; But all was quiet : from the bastion'd walls Like threaded spiders , one by one , we dropt , And flying reach'd the frontier : then we crost 80 90 100 To a ...
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... father's frontier : I said no , Yet being an easy man , gave it : and there , All wild to found an University For maidens , on the spur she fled ; and more We know not , only this they see no men , Not even her brother Arac , nor the ...
... father's frontier : I said no , Yet being an easy man , gave it : and there , All wild to found an University For maidens , on the spur she fled ; and more We know not , only this they see no men , Not even her brother Arac , nor the ...
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... father's court . We sent mine host to purchase female gear ; He brought it , and himself , a sight to shake The midriff of despair with laughter , holp To lace us up , till each in maiden plumes We rustled him we gave a costly bribe To ...
... father's court . We sent mine host to purchase female gear ; He brought it , and himself , a sight to shake The midriff of despair with laughter , holp To lace us up , till each in maiden plumes We rustled him we gave a costly bribe To ...
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Page 125 - ... 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 water-smoke, That like a 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'...
Page 65 - 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 127 - 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...
Page 123 - Now droops the milk-white 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 65 - 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 158 - Sheer o'er the crystal battlements : from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star...
Page 49 - 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.
Page 132 - 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 35 - As thro' the land at eve we went, And pluck'd the ripen'd ears, We fell out, my wife and I, O we fell out I know not why, And kiss'd again with tears. And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears ! For when we came where lies the child We lost in other years, There above the little grave, O there above the little grave, We kiss'd again with tears.
Page 127 - ... 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...