A Sketch Explanatory of Lord Tennyson's Poems: The Princessrequest, 1885 - Počet stran: 93 |
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... thee to death , My brother ! it was duty spoke , not I. My needful seeming harshness , pardon it . ' " With that she kissed her brother and asked him a thousand questions of home . But , to their great dismay , they found that during ...
... thee to death , My brother ! it was duty spoke , not I. My needful seeming harshness , pardon it . ' " With that she kissed her brother and asked him a thousand questions of home . But , to their great dismay , they found that during ...
Strana 32
... thee soon ; Rest , rest , on mother's breast , Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest , Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep my little one , sleep , my pretty one , sleep ...
... thee soon ; Rest , rest , on mother's breast , Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest , Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep my little one , sleep , my pretty one , sleep ...
Strana 45
... thee . O tell her , Swallow , that thou knowest each , That bright and fierce and fickle is the South , And dark and true and tender is the North . O Swallow , Swallow , if I could follow , and light Upon her lattice , I would pipe and ...
... thee . O tell her , Swallow , that thou knowest each , That bright and fierce and fickle is the South , And dark and true and tender is the North . O Swallow , Swallow , if I could follow , and light Upon her lattice , I would pipe and ...
Strana 46
... thee . " This was received by the ladies with surprise , for the Prince says : Rang false . " " Still my voice " A mere love poem , " says the Princess ; " O for such , my friend , We hold them slight : they mind us of the time When we ...
... thee . " This was received by the ladies with surprise , for the Prince says : Rang false . " " Still my voice " A mere love poem , " says the Princess ; " O for such , my friend , We hold them slight : they mind us of the time When we ...
Strana 51
... thee ! I bound by pre - contract Your bride , your bondslave ! not tho ' all the gold That veins the world were pack'd to make your crown , And every spoken tongue should lord you . Sir , Your falsehood and yourself are hateful to us ...
... thee ! I bound by pre - contract Your bride , your bondslave ! not tho ' all the gold That veins the world were pack'd to make your crown , And every spoken tongue should lord you . Sir , Your falsehood and yourself are hateful to us ...
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Strana 78 - 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 62 - 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 45 - O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South, Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves, And tell her, tell her, what I tell to thee. ' O tell her, Swallow, thou that knowest each, That bright and fierce and fickle is the South, And dark and true and tender is the North.
Strana 78 - Dear, but let us type them now In our own lives, and this proud watchword rest Of equal; seeing either sex alone Is half itself, and in true marriage lies Nor equal, nor unequal: each fulfils Defect in each, and always thought in thought, Purpose in purpose, will in will, they grow, The single pure and perfect animal, The two-cell'd heart beating, with one full stroke, Life.
Strana 25 - everywhere Two heads in council, two beside the hearth, Two in the tangled business of the world, Two in the liberal offices of life, Two plummets dropt for one to sound the abyss Of science, and the secrets of the mind...
Strana 79 - Happy he With such a mother ! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him, and tho' he trip and fall He shall not blind his soul with clay.
Strana 79 - Yet was there one thro' whom I loved her, one Not learned, save in gracious household ways, Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants, No Angel, but a dearer being, all dipt In Angel instincts, breathing Paradise...
Strana 62 - Then they praised, him, soft and low, Call'd 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.
Strana 44 - 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 79 - And so through those dark gates across the wild That no man knows. Indeed I love thee ; come Yield thyself up : my hopes and thine are one : Accomplish thou my manhood and thyself, Lay thy sweet hands in mine and trust to me.