The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, Dover Street, 1851 - 182 หน้า |
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... a voice and vague , fatal to men , Well needs it we should cram our ears with wool And so pace by : but thine are fancies hatch'd In silken - folded idleness ; nor is it Wiser to weep a true occasion lost , But trim 76 THE PRINCESS ;
... a voice and vague , fatal to men , Well needs it we should cram our ears with wool And so pace by : but thine are fancies hatch'd In silken - folded idleness ; nor is it Wiser to weep a true occasion lost , But trim 76 THE PRINCESS ;
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... thine and thee . So Lilia sang : we thought her half - possess'd , She struck such warbling fury thro ' the words ; And , after , feigning pique at what she call'd The raillery , or grotesque , or false sublime— Like one that wishes at ...
... thine and thee . So Lilia sang : we thought her half - possess'd , She struck such warbling fury thro ' the words ; And , after , feigning pique at what she call'd The raillery , or grotesque , or false sublime— Like one that wishes at ...
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... thine eyes ; my doubts are dead , My haunting sense of hollow shows : the change , This truthful change in thee has kill'd it . Dear , Look up , and let thy nature strike on mine Like yonder morning on the blind half - world ; 174 THE ...
... thine eyes ; my doubts are dead , My haunting sense of hollow shows : the change , This truthful change in thee has kill'd it . Dear , Look up , and let thy nature strike on mine Like yonder morning on the blind half - world ; 174 THE ...
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... . Indeed I love thee : come , Yield thyself up : my hopes and thine are one : Accomplish thou my manhood and thyself ; Lay thy sweet hands in mine and trust to me . ' CONCLUSION . So closed our tale , of which I A MEDLEY . 175.
... . Indeed I love thee : come , Yield thyself up : my hopes and thine are one : Accomplish thou my manhood and thyself ; Lay thy sweet hands in mine and trust to me . ' CONCLUSION . So closed our tale , of which I A MEDLEY . 175.
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... Thine are these orbs of light and shade ; Thou madest Life in man and brute ; Thou madest Death ; and lo , thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made . Thou wilt not leave us in the dust : Thou madest man , he knows not why ; He ...
... Thine are these orbs of light and shade ; Thou madest Life in man and brute ; Thou madest Death ; and lo , thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made . Thou wilt not leave us in the dust : Thou madest man , he knows not why ; He ...
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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...