The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, Dover Street, 1851 - 182 psl. |
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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 ...
34 psl.
... light , Till toward the centre set the starry tides , And eddied into suns , that wheeling cast The planets : then the monster , then the man ; Tattoo'd or woaded , winter - clad in skins , Raw from the prime , and crushing down his ...
... light , Till toward the centre set the starry tides , And eddied into suns , that wheeling cast The planets : then the monster , then the man ; Tattoo'd or woaded , winter - clad in skins , Raw from the prime , and crushing down his ...
52 psl.
... light from wall to wall , While the great organ almost burst his pipes , Groaning for power , and rolling thro ' the court A long melodious thunder to the sound Of solemn psalms , and silver litanies , The work of Ida , to call down ...
... light from wall to wall , While the great organ almost burst his pipes , Groaning for power , and rolling thro ' the court A long melodious thunder to the sound Of solemn psalms , and silver litanies , The work of Ida , to call down ...
63 psl.
... light of eyes That lent my knee desire to kneel , and shook My pulses , till to horse we got , and so Went forth in long retinue following up The river as it narrow'd to the hills . I rode beside her and to me she said : ' O friend , we ...
... light of eyes That lent my knee desire to kneel , and shook My pulses , till to horse we got , and so Went forth in long retinue following up The river as it narrow'd to the hills . I rode beside her and to me she said : ' O friend , we ...
66 psl.
... me tell you , girl , Howe'er you babble , great deeds cannot die : They with the sun and moon renew their light For ever , blessing those that look on them . Children - that men may pluck them from our hearts 66 THE PRINCESS ;
... me tell you , girl , Howe'er you babble , great deeds cannot die : They with the sun and moon renew their light For ever , blessing those that look on them . Children - that men may pluck them from our hearts 66 THE PRINCESS ;
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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...