The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, Dover Street, 1851 - 182 ˹éÒ |
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... statue propt against the wall , As gay as any . Lilia , wild with sport , Half child half woman as she was , had wound A scarf of orange round the stony helm , And robed the shoulders in a rosy silk , That PROLOGUE . 5 ་
... statue propt against the wall , As gay as any . Lilia , wild with sport , Half child half woman as she was , had wound A scarf of orange round the stony helm , And robed the shoulders in a rosy silk , That PROLOGUE . 5 ་
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... woman now ? ' Quick answer'd Lilia ' There are thousands now Such women , but convention beats them down : It is but bringing up ; no more than that : You men have done it : how I hate you all ! Ah , were I something great ! I wish I ...
... woman now ? ' Quick answer'd Lilia ' There are thousands now Such women , but convention beats them down : It is but bringing up ; no more than that : You men have done it : how I hate you all ! Ah , were I something great ! I wish I ...
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... woman were an equal to the man . They harp'd on this ; with this our banquets rang ; Our dances broke and buzz'd in knots of talk ; Nothing but this ; my very ears were hot To hear them : knowledge , so my daughter held , Was all in all ...
... woman were an equal to the man . They harp'd on this ; with this our banquets rang ; Our dances broke and buzz'd in knots of talk ; Nothing but this ; my very ears were hot To hear them : knowledge , so my daughter held , Was all in all ...
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... woman - statue rose with wings From four wing'd horses dark against the stars ; And some inscription ran along the front , But deep in shadow : further on we gain'd A little street half garden and half house ; But scarce could hear each ...
... woman - statue rose with wings From four wing'd horses dark against the stars ; And some inscription ran along the front , But deep in shadow : further on we gain'd A little street half garden and half house ; But scarce could hear each ...
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... woman's state in each , How far from just ; 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 ...
... woman's state in each , How far from just ; 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 ...
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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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˹éÒ 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.
˹éÒ 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...
˹éÒ 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!
˹éÒ 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.
˹éÒ 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.
˹éÒ 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...
˹éÒ 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.
˹éÒ 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.
˹éÒ 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...