The Princess: A MedleyHoughton, Mifflin, 1884 - 190 pages |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 34
Page 149
... ed . III . He had climb'd , etc. That is , in getting over or through the college walls and gates , in nocturnal escapades . 113. Breathed . So printed ( and correctly , according to Tennyson's rule ) , in the early eds . , but " breath ...
... ed . III . He had climb'd , etc. That is , in getting over or through the college walls and gates , in nocturnal escapades . 113. Breathed . So printed ( and correctly , according to Tennyson's rule ) , in the early eds . , but " breath ...
Page 150
... early eds . read : “ We seven took one 190-194 . She remember'd , etc. The early eds . have : " I remember that : A pleasant game , ' she said ; I liked it more Than magic music , forfeits , all the rest . But these what kind of tales ...
... early eds . read : “ We seven took one 190-194 . She remember'd , etc. The early eds . have : " I remember that : A pleasant game , ' she said ; I liked it more Than magic music , forfeits , all the rest . But these what kind of tales ...
Page 151
... early eds . read : " And nearly canoniz'd by all she knew . " 26. He cared , etc. This line is not in the early eds . 66 27. Pedant's . Pedagogue's . Cf. Shakespeare , L. L. L. iii . 1. 179 : A domineering pedant o'er the boy ; " T. N. ...
... early eds . read : " And nearly canoniz'd by all she knew . " 26. He cared , etc. This line is not in the early eds . 66 27. Pedant's . Pedagogue's . Cf. Shakespeare , L. L. L. iii . 1. 179 : A domineering pedant o'er the boy ; " T. N. ...
Page 154
... early eds . have " town and thorpe , " with " tilth " for vines in the next line . For tilth in this sense , Dawson compares P. L. xi . 430 : 66 a field , Part arable and tilth . " Our poet uses it again in Enoch Arden , 676 : " Or ...
... early eds . have " town and thorpe , " with " tilth " for vines in the next line . For tilth in this sense , Dawson compares P. L. xi . 430 : 66 a field , Part arable and tilth . " Our poet uses it again in Enoch Arden , 676 : " Or ...
Page 155
... early eds . , which go on thus : " For him , he reverenced , " etc. 193. Presented . Represented , played the part of . Cf. Shakespeare , Temp . iv . 1. 167 : " When I presented Ceres , " etc. 194. High tide . Cf. K. John , iii . 1. 86 ...
... early eds . , which go on thus : " For him , he reverenced , " etc. 193. Presented . Represented , played the part of . Cf. Shakespeare , Temp . iv . 1. 167 : " When I presented Ceres , " etc. 194. High tide . Cf. K. John , iii . 1. 86 ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
agrin Anne Thackeray Ritchie answer'd Arac arms ask'd babe babe in arm blow boscage breathe brows call'd catalepsy child cried Cyril Danaë dark daughter Dawson notes Dawson remarks dead death dream early eds ears echoes edition enter'd eyes fair father fixt Florian flowers flying follow follow'd girl hand head hear heard heart king Lady Blanche Lady Psyche land light Lilia lips lives look'd Lord Tennyson Lucius Junius Brutus Madame de Staël maiden maids Melissa morning mother moved night noble o'er ourself palace Palace of Art passage poem poet Prince Princess Princess Ida prol Psyche's rode rose sang sapience seem'd shadow Shakespeare shame shook song soul speak spoke star stood strange sweet talk'd tears Tennyson thee thou thought thro turn'd vext voice wild wind Winter's Tale woman women word
Popular passages
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...