The Princess: A MedleyHoughton, Mifflin, 1884 - 190 pages |
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... till the maiden Aunt ( A little sense of wrong had touch'd her face With color ) turn'd to me with ' As you will ; Heroic if you will , or what you will , Or be yourself your hero if you will . ' ' Take Lilia , then , for heroine ...
... till the maiden Aunt ( A little sense of wrong had touch'd her face With color ) turn'd to me with ' As you will ; Heroic if you will , or what you will , Or be yourself your hero if you will . ' ' Take Lilia , then , for heroine ...
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... till each in maiden plumes We rustled him we gave a costly bribe To guerdon silence , mounted our good steeds , And boldly ventured on the liberties . We follow'd up the river as we rode , And rode till midnight , when the college ...
... till each in maiden plumes We rustled him we gave a costly bribe To guerdon silence , mounted our good steeds , And boldly ventured on the liberties . We follow'd up the river as we rode , And rode till midnight , when the college ...
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... Till toward the centre set the starry tides , And eddied into suns , that wheeling cast The planets : then the monster , then the man ; Tattoo'd or woaded , winter - clad in skins , Raw from the prime , and crushing down his mate ; As ...
... Till toward the centre set the starry tides , And eddied into suns , that wheeling cast The planets : then the monster , then the man ; Tattoo'd or woaded , winter - clad in skins , Raw from the prime , and crushing down his mate ; As ...
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... till warming with her theme . She fulmined out her scorn of laws Salique And little - footed China , touch'd on Mahomet With much contempt , and came to chivalry ; When some respect , however slight , was paid To woman , superstition ...
... till warming with her theme . She fulmined out her scorn of laws Salique And little - footed China , touch'd on Mahomet With much contempt , and came to chivalry ; When some respect , however slight , was paid To woman , superstition ...
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... till as when a boat Tacks and the slacken'd sail flaps , all her voice Faltering and fluttering in her throat , she cried , ' My brother ! ' ' Well , my sister . ' ' O , ' she said , ' What do you here ? and in this dress ? and these ...
... till as when a boat Tacks and the slacken'd sail flaps , all her voice Faltering and fluttering in her throat , she cried , ' My brother ! ' ' Well , my sister . ' ' O , ' she said , ' What do you here ? and in this dress ? and these ...
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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...