The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, Dover Street, 1851 - 182 psl. |
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... Dying , that none of all our blood should know The shadow from the substance , and that one Should come to fight with shadows and to fall . For so , my mother said , the story ran . And , truly , waking dreams were , more or less , An ...
... Dying , that none of all our blood should know The shadow from the substance , and that one Should come to fight with shadows and to fall . For so , my mother said , the story ran . And , truly , waking dreams were , more or less , An ...
18 psl.
... dying lately , left her , as I hear , The lady of three castles in that land : Thro ' her this matter might be sifted clean . ' And Cyril whisper'd : ' Take me with you too . ' Then laughing ' what , if these weird seizures come Upon ...
... dying lately , left her , as I hear , The lady of three castles in that land : Thro ' her this matter might be sifted clean . ' And Cyril whisper'd : ' Take me with you too . ' Then laughing ' what , if these weird seizures come Upon ...
53 psl.
... dying moon , and blow , Blow him again to me ; While my little one , while my pretty one , sleeps . Sleep and rest , sleep and rest , Father will come to thee soon ; Rest , rest , on mother's breast , Father will come to thee soon ...
... dying moon , and blow , Blow him again to me ; While my little one , while my pretty one , sleeps . Sleep and rest , sleep and rest , Father will come to thee soon ; Rest , rest , on mother's breast , Father will come to thee soon ...
73 psl.
... dying , dying , dying . O hark , O hear ! how thin and clear , And thinner , clearer , farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow , let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow ...
... dying , dying , dying . O hark , O hear ! how thin and clear , And thinner , clearer , farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow , let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow ...
75 psl.
... which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad , so fresh , the days that are no more . Ah , sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half - awaken'd birds To dying A MEDLEY . 75.
... which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad , so fresh , the days that are no more . Ah , sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half - awaken'd birds To dying A MEDLEY . 75.
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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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1 psl. - 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.
78 psl. - 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...
73 psl. - 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!
76 psl. - 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.
76 psl. - ... 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.
76 psl. - 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...
186 psl. - 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.
76 psl. - 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.
69 psl. - 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...