The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, Dover Street, 1851 - 182 psl. |
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... hand in hand went ; otherwhere Pure sport : a herd of boys with clamour bowl'd And stump'd the wicket ; babies roll'd about Like tumbled fruit in grass ; and men and maids Arranged a country dance , and flew thro ' light 4 PROLOGUE .
... hand in hand went ; otherwhere Pure sport : a herd of boys with clamour bowl'd And stump'd the wicket ; babies roll'd about Like tumbled fruit in grass ; and men and maids Arranged a country dance , and flew thro ' light 4 PROLOGUE .
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... light And shadow , while the twangling violin Struck up with Soldier - laddie , and overhead The broad ambrosial aisles of lofty lime Made noise with bees and breeze from end to end . Strange was the sight and smacking of the time ; And ...
... light And shadow , while the twangling violin Struck up with Soldier - laddie , and overhead The broad ambrosial aisles of lofty lime Made noise with bees and breeze from end to end . Strange was the sight and smacking of the time ; And ...
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... light way ; but I would make it death For any male thing but to peep at us . ' Petulant she spoke , and at herself she laugh'd ; A rosebud set with little wilful thorns , And sweet as English air could make her , she : But Walter hail'd ...
... light way ; but I would make it death For any male thing but to peep at us . ' Petulant she spoke , and at herself she laugh'd ; A rosebud set with little wilful thorns , And sweet as English air could make her , she : But Walter hail'd ...
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... lights Began to glitter firefly - like in copse And linden alley : then we past an arch , Whereon a woman - statue rose with wings From four wing'd horses dark against the stars ; And some inscription ran along the front , But deep in ...
... lights Began to glitter firefly - like in copse And linden alley : then we past an arch , Whereon a woman - statue rose with wings From four wing'd horses dark against the stars ; And some inscription ran along the front , But deep in ...
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... Light coin , the tinsel clink of compliment . Your flight from out your bookless wilds would seem As arguing love of knowledge and of power ; Your language proves you still the child . Indeed , We dream not of him : when we set our hand ...
... Light coin , the tinsel clink of compliment . Your flight from out your bookless wilds would seem As arguing love of knowledge and of power ; Your language proves you still the child . Indeed , We dream not of him : when we set our hand ...
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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...