The Princess: A MedleyEdward Moxon, Dover Street, 1851 - 182 psl. |
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... thou needs must bear the yoke , I wish it Gentle as freedom ' -here she kiss'd it : then- ' All good go with thee ! take it Sir ' and so Laid the soft babe in his hard - mailed hands , Who turn'd half - round to Psyche as she sprang To ...
... thou needs must bear the yoke , I wish it Gentle as freedom ' -here she kiss'd it : then- ' All good go with thee ! take it Sir ' and so Laid the soft babe in his hard - mailed hands , Who turn'd half - round to Psyche as she sprang To ...
165 psl.
... now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire - fly wakens : waken thou with me . Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost , And A MEDLEY . 165.
... now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire - fly wakens : waken thou with me . Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost , And A MEDLEY . 165.
166 psl.
... thou , and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me . ' I heard her turn the page ; she found a small Sweet Idyl , and once more , as low , she read : ' Come down , O maid , from yonder mountain height : What pleasure lives in height ( the ...
... thou , and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me . ' I heard her turn the page ; she found a small Sweet Idyl , and once more , as low , she read : ' Come down , O maid , from yonder mountain height : What pleasure lives in height ( the ...
167 psl.
... thou down And find him ; by the happy threshold , he , Or hand in hand with Plenty in the maize , Or red with spirted purple of the vats , Or foxlike in the vine ; nor cares to walk With Death and Morning on the Silver Horns , Nor wilt thou ...
... thou down And find him ; by the happy threshold , he , Or hand in hand with Plenty in the maize , Or red with spirted purple of the vats , Or foxlike in the vine ; nor cares to walk With Death and Morning on the Silver Horns , Nor wilt thou ...
168 psl.
A Medley Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. So waste not thou ; but come ; for all the vales Await thee ; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee ; the children call , and I Thy shepherd pipe , and sweet is every sound , Sweeter thy voice ...
A Medley Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. So waste not thou ; but come ; for all the vales Await thee ; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee ; the children call , and I Thy shepherd pipe , and sweet is every sound , Sweeter thy voice ...
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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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