The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, Dover Street, 1851 - 182 psl. |
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... fair theories only made to gild A stormless summer . ' ' Let the Princess judge Of that ' she said : ' farewell Sir - and to you . I shudder at the sequel , but I go . ' ' Are you that Lady Psyche ' I rejoin'd , ' The fifth in line from ...
... fair theories only made to gild A stormless summer . ' ' Let the Princess judge Of that ' she said : ' farewell Sir - and to you . I shudder at the sequel , but I go . ' ' Are you that Lady Psyche ' I rejoin'd , ' The fifth in line from ...
45 psl.
... fair within her eyes , As bottom agates seen to wave and float In crystal currents of clear morning seas . So stood that same fair creature at the door . Then Lady Psyche ' Ah - Melissa - you ! You heard us ? ' and Melissa , ' O pardon ...
... fair within her eyes , As bottom agates seen to wave and float In crystal currents of clear morning seas . So stood that same fair creature at the door . Then Lady Psyche ' Ah - Melissa - you ! You heard us ? ' and Melissa , ' O pardon ...
61 psl.
... my prince to gain His rightful bride , and here I promise you Some palace in our land , where you shall reign The head and heart of all our fair she - world , And your great name flow on with broadening time For A MEDLEY . 61.
... my prince to gain His rightful bride , and here I promise you Some palace in our land , where you shall reign The head and heart of all our fair she - world , And your great name flow on with broadening time For A MEDLEY . 61.
71 psl.
... fair philosophies That lift the fancy ; for indeed these fields Are lovely , lovelier not the Elysian lawns , Where paced the Demigods of old , and saw The soft white vapour streak the crowned towers Built to the Sun : ' then , turning ...
... fair philosophies That lift the fancy ; for indeed these fields Are lovely , lovelier not the Elysian lawns , Where paced the Demigods of old , and saw The soft white vapour streak the crowned towers Built to the Sun : ' then , turning ...
95 psl.
... gray lock a life Less mine than yours : my nurse would tell me of you ; I babbled for you , as babies for the moon , Vague brightness ; when a boy , you stoop'd to me From all high places , lived in all fair lights A MEDLEY . 95.
... gray lock a life Less mine than yours : my nurse would tell me of you ; I babbled for you , as babies for the moon , Vague brightness ; when a boy , you stoop'd to me From all high places , lived in all fair lights A MEDLEY . 95.
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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...