The Princess: A MedleyHoughton, Mifflin, 1890 - 190 pages |
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... kings Who laid about them at their wills and died ; And mixt with these a lady , one that arm'd Her own fair head , and sallying thro ' the ... king to force her to his wish , 30 20 IO - Nor bent , nor broke , nor shunn'd a 18 THE PRINCESS :
... kings Who laid about them at their wills and died ; And mixt with these a lady , one that arm'd Her own fair head , and sallying thro ' the ... king to force her to his wish , 30 20 IO - Nor bent , nor broke , nor shunn'd a 18 THE PRINCESS :
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... 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 chanced that I ...
... 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 chanced that I ...
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... king ; he took the gifts ; He said there was a compact ; that was true : But then she had a will ; was he to blame ... king's letter , snow'd it down , and rent The wonder of the loom thro ' warp and woof From skirt to skirt ; and at the ...
... king ; he took the gifts ; He said there was a compact ; that was true : But then she had a will ; was he to blame ... king's letter , snow'd it down , and rent The wonder of the loom thro ' warp and woof From skirt to skirt ; and at the ...
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... king , ' you shall not ; we ourself Will crush her pretty maiden fancies dead In iron gauntlets : break the council up . ' But when the council broke , I rose and past Thro ' the wild woods that hung about the town ; Found a still place ...
... king , ' you shall not ; we ourself Will crush her pretty maiden fancies dead In iron gauntlets : break the council up . ' But when the council broke , I rose and past Thro ' the wild woods that hung about the town ; Found a still place ...
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... king . His name was Gama ; crack'd and small his voice , But bland the smile that like a wrinkling wind On glassy water drove his cheek in lines ; A little dry old man , without a star , Not like a king : three days he feasted us , And ...
... king . His name was Gama ; crack'd and small his voice , But bland the smile that like a wrinkling wind On glassy water drove his cheek in lines ; A little dry old man , without a star , Not like a king : three days he feasted us , And ...
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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...