The Princess: A MedleyHoughton, Mifflin, 1890 - 190 pages |
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... HEAD MASTER OF THE HIGH SCHOOL , CAMBRIDGE , MASS . WITH ILLUSTRATIONS bien ou rien The Riverside Dress BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON , MIFFLIN AND COMPANY The Riverside Press , Cambridge 1890 HARVARD UNIVERSITY LIBRARY Copyright , 1883 ...
... HEAD MASTER OF THE HIGH SCHOOL , CAMBRIDGE , MASS . WITH ILLUSTRATIONS bien ou rien The Riverside Dress BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON , MIFFLIN AND COMPANY The Riverside Press , Cambridge 1890 HARVARD UNIVERSITY LIBRARY Copyright , 1883 ...
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... head , and sallying thro ' the gate , Had beat her foes with slaughter from her walls . 6 ' O miracle of women , ' said the book , O noble heart who , being strait - besieged By this wild king to force her to his wish , 30 20 IO - Nor ...
... head , and sallying thro ' the gate , Had beat her foes with slaughter from her walls . 6 ' O miracle of women , ' said the book , O noble heart who , being strait - besieged By this wild king to force her to his wish , 30 20 IO - Nor ...
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... heads : The patient leaders of their Institute Taught them with facts . One rear'd a font of stone And drew , from butts of water on the slope , The fountain of the moment , playing , now A twisted snake , and now a rain of pearls , Or ...
... heads : The patient leaders of their Institute Taught them with facts . One rear'd a font of stone And drew , from butts of water on the slope , The fountain of the moment , playing , now A twisted snake , and now a rain of pearls , Or ...
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... heads I saw The feudal warrior lady - clad ; which brought My book to mind : and opening this I read Of old Sir Ralph a ... head ( she lay Beside him ) ' lives there such a woman now ? ' 6 Quick answer'd Lilia , ' There are thousands now ...
... heads I saw The feudal warrior lady - clad ; which brought My book to mind : and opening this I read Of old Sir Ralph a ... head ( she lay Beside him ) ' lives there such a woman now ? ' 6 Quick answer'd Lilia , ' There are thousands now ...
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... 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 , So gracious was her tact and tenderness : But ...
... 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 , So gracious was her tact and tenderness : But ...
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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...