Tennyson's The Princess: A MedleyGlobe School Book Company, 1900 - 138 pages |
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... kind of work . While it was still early in his career , yet it was not too early for a sus- tained masterpiece , something of dignified tone , lofty theme , and chastened style . Through all of the criticism evoked by his preceding ...
... kind of work . While it was still early in his career , yet it was not too early for a sus- tained masterpiece , something of dignified tone , lofty theme , and chastened style . Through all of the criticism evoked by his preceding ...
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... kind of prolonged trochee , as the ana- pæst is a prolonged iambus , takes the place of the first iambic foot in 66 Muttering dissolved ; then with a smile that look'd . ” Of the third in " Whispers of war , entering the sudden light ...
... kind of prolonged trochee , as the ana- pæst is a prolonged iambus , takes the place of the first iambic foot in 66 Muttering dissolved ; then with a smile that look'd . ” Of the third in " Whispers of war , entering the sudden light ...
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... kind of lyric in which Tennyson is peculiarly successful is that which contains a suggestion of a story and is couched in very simple meter . These may be termed ballad - lyrics . The best example is " Home they brought her warrior dead ...
... kind of lyric in which Tennyson is peculiarly successful is that which contains a suggestion of a story and is couched in very simple meter . These may be termed ballad - lyrics . The best example is " Home they brought her warrior dead ...
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... Kind ? what kind ? Chimeras , crotchets , Christmas solecisms , 200 Seven - headed monsters only made to kill Time by the fire in winter . " " Kill him now , The tyrant ! kill him in the summer too , " Said Lilia ; " Why not now ? " the ...
... Kind ? what kind ? Chimeras , crotchets , Christmas solecisms , 200 Seven - headed monsters only made to kill Time by the fire in winter . " " Kill him now , The tyrant ! kill him in the summer too , " Said Lilia ; " Why not now ? " the ...
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... kind and hospitable . Or , maybe , I myself , my bride once seen , Whate'er my grief to find her less than fame , May rue the bargain made . " And Florian said : " I have a sister at the foreign court , 75 Who moves about the Princess ...
... kind and hospitable . Or , maybe , I myself , my bride once seen , Whate'er my grief to find her less than fame , May rue the bargain made . " And Florian said : " I have a sister at the foreign court , 75 Who moves about the Princess ...
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accented Alfred Lord Tennyson alliteration ANNE THACKERAY RITCHIE answer'd Aphrodite Arac arms Arthur Hallam babe beauty betwixt blank verse blow breathe brows call'd CANTO catalectic Charles Kingsley child Cyril Danaë dark daughter dead death dream echoes EDMUND LUSHINGTON enemies have fall'n enter'd Explain lines eyes face father Florian flowers flying follow foot girl give half hall hand head hear heard heart Heaven king Lady Blanche Lady Psyche land light Lilia lips lives look'd Lord lyric maiden maids Melissa morning mother moved night noble o'er Oppian ourself pause poem poet poetry Prince Princess Ida Psyche's rime rode rose sang seem'd shadow shame Sisera song sound spake spoke stanza star stood sweet syllable talk'd tears Tennyson thee thou thought thro Tomyris tone-color trochee turn'd voice wild wind Woaded woman women words Zeus
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Page 45 - 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 100 - 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' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.
Page 102 - 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 99 - 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 102 - 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 noble...
Page 31 - Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
Page 103 - Happy he With such a mother ! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him, and tho' he trip and fall He shall not blind his soul with clay.
Page 120 - Therefore is the name of it called Babel ; because the Lord did there confound the language of all the earth: and from thence did the Lord scatter them abroad upon the face of all the earth.
Page 100 - ... 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 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...
Page 47 - O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South, Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves, And tell her, tell her, what I tell to thee. "0 tell her, Swallow, thou that knowest each, That bright and fierce and fickle is the South, And dark and true and tender is the North. "O Swallow, Swallow, if I could follow, and light Upon her lattice, I would pipe and trill, And cheep and twitter twenty million loves.