The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, Dover Street, 1851 - 182 หน้า |
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... flying terms , But miss'd the mignonette of Vivian - place , The little hearth - flower Lilia . Thus he spoke , Part banter , part affection . ' True , ' she said , ' We doubt not that . O yes , you miss'd us much . I'll stake my ruby ...
... flying terms , But miss'd the mignonette of Vivian - place , The little hearth - flower Lilia . Thus he spoke , Part banter , part affection . ' True , ' she said , ' We doubt not that . O yes , you miss'd us much . I'll stake my ruby ...
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... - window shake the night ; But all was quiet : from the bastion'd walls Like threaded spiders , one by one , we dropt , And flying reach'd the frontier : then we crost To c 2 A MEDLEY . 19 But when the council broke, I rose and past ...
... - window shake the night ; But all was quiet : from the bastion'd walls Like threaded spiders , one by one , we dropt , And flying reach'd the frontier : then we crost To c 2 A MEDLEY . 19 But when the council broke, I rose and past ...
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A Medley Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. And flying reach'd the frontier : then we crost To a livelier land ; and so by tilth and grange , And vines , and blowing bosks of wilderness , We gain'd the mother - city thick with towers , And ...
A Medley Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. And flying reach'd the frontier : then we crost To a livelier land ; and so by tilth and grange , And vines , and blowing bosks of wilderness , We gain'd the mother - city thick with towers , And ...
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... fly , And snared the squirrel of the glen ? are you That Psyche , wont to bind my throbbing brow , To smoothe my pillow , mix the foaming draught Of fever , tell me pleasant tales , and read My sickness down to happy dreams ? are you ...
... fly , And snared the squirrel of the glen ? are you That Psyche , wont to bind my throbbing brow , To smoothe my pillow , mix the foaming draught Of fever , tell me pleasant tales , and read My sickness down to happy dreams ? are you ...
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... flying while you sat beside the well ? The creature laid his muzzle on your lap , And sobb'd , and you sobb'd with it , and the blood Was sprinkled on your kirtle , and you wept . That was fawn's blood , not brother's , yet you wept . O ...
... flying while you sat beside the well ? The creature laid his muzzle on your lap , And sobb'd , and you sobb'd with it , and the blood Was sprinkled on your kirtle , and you wept . That was fawn's blood , not brother's , yet you wept . O ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON answer'd Arac arms beat betwixt blood blow break breast breathe brows call'd cataract Celt child cried Cyril dark dash'd dead dear death deep dipt doubt DOVER STREET dream dropt dying earth EDWARD MOXON eyes face fair faith fall'n fancy father fear Florian flower flying grief half hall hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven hills hour king Lady Psyche land light Lilia lips lives look'd maiden maids Melissa mind moon morning mother move Muses night noble o'er once peace Prince Princess Princess Ida rapt Ring rose round sang seem'd shadow shame sleep song sorrow soul spake speak spirit spoke star stept stood strange sweet talk'd tears thee thine things thou thought thro touch'd trumpet truth turn'd unto vext voice wassail wild wild bells wind Winter's tale woman words
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หน้า 1 - I held it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
หน้า 78 - THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave ; Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul ? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams ? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
หน้า 73 - THE splendour 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 O hark, O hear!
หน้า 76 - Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete; That not a worm is cloven in vain; That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain.
หน้า 76 - ... 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.
หน้า 76 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
หน้า 186 - I trust I have not wasted breath: I think we are not wholly brain, Magnetic mockeries; not in vain, Like Paul with beasts, I fought with Death; Not only cunning casts in clay: Let Science prove we are, and then What matters Science unto men, At least to me? I would not stay.
หน้า 76 - On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
หน้า 69 - That each, who seems a separate whole, Should move his rounds, and fusing all The skirts of self again, should fall Remerging in the general Soul, Is faith as vague as all unsweet: Eternal form shall still divide The eternal soul from all beside; And I shall know him when we meet...