Tennyson's The PrincessGinn, 1897 - Počet stran: 187 |
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Strana xvii
... fair women and brave men , who , if they be somewhat stagy and traditional , at least are more sharply defined than the actors in our poet's other romances ! Besides , The Princess has a distinct purpose , the illustration of woman's ...
... fair women and brave men , who , if they be somewhat stagy and traditional , at least are more sharply defined than the actors in our poet's other romances ! Besides , The Princess has a distinct purpose , the illustration of woman's ...
Strana xxx
... fair and chaste as they be . There is no land like England Where'er the light of day be ; There are no maids like English maids So beautiful as they be . Let us remember also with gratitude and admiration that Tenny- son was a woman's ...
... fair and chaste as they be . There is no land like England Where'er the light of day be ; There are no maids like English maids So beautiful as they be . Let us remember also with gratitude and admiration that Tenny- son was a woman's ...
Strana 3
... fair head , and sallying thro ' the gate , Had beat her foes with slaughter from her walls . 20. A series of ivory balls of various sizes , one inside another , or carved with extreme delicacy and elaborate design by the Chinese and ...
... fair head , and sallying thro ' the gate , Had beat her foes with slaughter from her walls . 20. A series of ivory balls of various sizes , one inside another , or carved with extreme delicacy and elaborate design by the Chinese and ...
Strana 8
... fair day for text , and from it preached An universal culture for the crowd , And all things great ; but we , unworthier , told Of college : he had climbed across the spikes , And he had squeezed himself betwixt the bars , And he had ...
... fair day for text , and from it preached An universal culture for the crowd , And all things great ; but we , unworthier , told Of college : he had climbed across the spikes , And he had squeezed himself betwixt the bars , And he had ...
Strana 17
... fair in face , Of temper amorous , as the first of May , With lengths of yellow ringlet , like a girl , For on my cradle shone the Northern star . There lived an ancient legend in our house . Some sorcerer , whom a far - off grandsire ...
... fair in face , Of temper amorous , as the first of May , With lengths of yellow ringlet , like a girl , For on my cradle shone the Northern star . There lived an ancient legend in our house . Some sorcerer , whom a far - off grandsire ...
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Strana 87 - And thinking of the days that are no more. 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.
Strana 172 - ... broken purpose waste in air : 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, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.
Strana 151 - The leperous distilment; whose effect Holds such an enmity with blood of man, That, swift as quicksilver, it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body ; And, with a sudden vigour, it doth posset And curd, like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood...
Strana 176 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
Strana 85 - O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Strana 141 - Then they praised him, soft and low, Called him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and noblest foe ; Yet she neither spoke nor moved. Stole a maiden from her place, Lightly to the warrior stept, Took the face-cloth from the face ; Yet she neither moved nor wept. Rose a nurse of ninety years, Set his child upon her knee — Like summer tempest came her tears "Sweet my child, I live for thee.
Strana 88 - 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.
Strana 85 - 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. from cliff and scar. The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying; Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Strana 35 - As thro' the land at eve we went, And pluck'd the ripen'd ears, We fell out, my wife and I, O we fell out I know not why, And kiss'd again with tears. And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears! For when we came where lies the child We lost in other years, There above the little grave, O there above the little grave, We kiss'd again with tears.
Strana 81 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.