The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, Dover Street, 1851 - 182 psl. |
Knygos viduje
Rezultatai 15 iš 10
19 psl.
... wild woods that hung about the town ; Found a still place , and pluck'd her likeness out ; Laid it on flowers , and watch'd it lying bathed In the green gleam of dewy - tassell'd trees : What were those fancies ? wherefore break her ...
... wild woods that hung about the town ; Found a still place , and pluck'd her likeness out ; Laid it on flowers , and watch'd it lying bathed In the green gleam of dewy - tassell'd trees : What were those fancies ? wherefore break her ...
73 psl.
... wild cataract leaps in glory . Blow , bugle , blow , set the wild echoes flying , Blow , bugle ; answer , echoes , dying , dying , dying . O hark , O hear ! how thin and clear , And thinner , clearer , farther going ! O sweet and far ...
... wild cataract leaps in glory . Blow , bugle , blow , set the wild echoes flying , Blow , bugle ; answer , echoes , dying , dying , dying . O hark , O hear ! how thin and clear , And thinner , clearer , farther going ! O sweet and far ...
77 psl.
... wild goat hang Upon the shaft , and the wild figtree split Their monstrous idols , care not while we hear A trumpet in the distance pealing news Of better , and Hope , a poising eagle , burns Above the unrisen morrow : ' then to me ...
... wild goat hang Upon the shaft , and the wild figtree split Their monstrous idols , care not while we hear A trumpet in the distance pealing news Of better , and Hope , a poising eagle , burns Above the unrisen morrow : ' then to me ...
113 psl.
... wild shore with ribs of wreck , Or like an old - world mammoth bulk'd in ice , Not to be molten out . ' And roughly spake My father , ' Tut , you know them not , the girls . Boy , when I hear you prate I almost think That idiot legend ...
... wild shore with ribs of wreck , Or like an old - world mammoth bulk'd in ice , Not to be molten out . ' And roughly spake My father , ' Tut , you know them not , the girls . Boy , when I hear you prate I almost think That idiot legend ...
115 psl.
... logic of a life ? Twice as magnetic to sweet influences Of earth and heaven ? and she of whom you speak , My mother , looks as whole as some serene Creation 12 A MEDLEY . 115 'Wild natures need wise curbs. The soldier? ...
... logic of a life ? Twice as magnetic to sweet influences Of earth and heaven ? and she of whom you speak , My mother , looks as whole as some serene Creation 12 A MEDLEY . 115 'Wild natures need wise curbs. The soldier? ...
Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
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
Populiarios ištraukos
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...