The Princess: A MedleyHoughton, Mifflin, 1884 - 190 pages |
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... death , But now when all was lost or seem'd as lost Her stature more than mortal in the burst Of sunrise , her arm lifted , eyes on fire — Brake with a blast of trumpets from the gate , And , falling on them like a thunderbolt , She ...
... death , But now when all was lost or seem'd as lost Her stature more than mortal in the burst Of sunrise , her arm lifted , eyes on fire — Brake with a blast of trumpets from the gate , And , falling on them like a thunderbolt , She ...
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... death For any male thing but to peep at us . ' Petulant she spoke , and at herself she laugh'd ; A rosebud set with little wilful thorns , And sweet as English air could make her , she : But Walter hail'd a score of names upon her , And ...
... death For any male thing but to peep at us . ' Petulant she spoke , and at herself she laugh'd ; A rosebud set with little wilful thorns , And sweet as English air could make her , she : But Walter hail'd a score of names upon her , And ...
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... him with his richest wines , And show'd the late - writ letters of the king . He with a long low sibilation , stared As blank as death in marble ; then exclaim'd . 150 160 170 Averring it was clear against all rules For any man PART I. 31.
... him with his richest wines , And show'd the late - writ letters of the king . He with a long low sibilation , stared As blank as death in marble ; then exclaim'd . 150 160 170 Averring it was clear against all rules For any man PART I. 31.
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... 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 . LET NO MAN ENTER IN ON PAIN OF DEATH II.
... 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 . LET NO MAN ENTER IN ON PAIN OF DEATH II.
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... DEATH II . AT break of day the College Portress came : She brought us Academic silks , in hue The lilac , with a silken hood to each , And zoned with gold ; and now when these were on , And we as rich as moths from dusk cocoons , She ...
... DEATH II . AT break of day the College Portress came : She brought us Academic silks , in hue The lilac , with a silken hood to each , And zoned with gold ; and now when these were on , And we as rich as moths from dusk cocoons , She ...
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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 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 63 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story ; 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, dying, dying...
Page 124 - ... 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. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me.
Page 158 - Nor was his name unheard or unadored In ancient Greece ; and in Ausonian land Men called him Mulciber ; and how he fell From heaven, they fabled, thrown by angry Jove 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 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 123 - 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 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 128 - Yet was there one thro' whom I loved her, one Not learned, save in gracious household ways, Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants, No Angel, but a dearer being, all dipt In Angel instincts, breathing Paradise...
Page 126 - Blame not thyself too much,' I said, ' nor blame Too much the sons of men and barbarous laws ; These were the rough ways of the world till now. Henceforth thou hast a helper, me, that know The woman's cause is man's ; they rise or sink Together, dwarf d or godlike, bond or free...