Tennyson's The Princess: A MedleyGlobe School Book Company, 1900 - Počet stran: 138 |
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Strana 21
... laws Salique And little - footed China , touch'd on Mahomet With much contempt , and came to chivalry : 120 When some respect , however slight , was paid To woman , superstition all awry : However then commenced the dawn : a beam Had ...
... laws Salique And little - footed China , touch'd on Mahomet With much contempt , and came to chivalry : 120 When some respect , however slight , was paid To woman , superstition all awry : However then commenced the dawn : a beam Had ...
Strana 28
... 360 The morals , something of the frame , the rock , The star , the bird , the fish , the shell , the flower , Electric , chemic laws , and all the rest , And whatsoever can be taught and known ; Till , 28 THE PRINCESS.
... 360 The morals , something of the frame , the rock , The star , the bird , the fish , the shell , the flower , Electric , chemic laws , and all the rest , And whatsoever can be taught and known ; Till , 28 THE PRINCESS.
Strana 46
... laws , in the end Found golden : let the past be past ; let be Their cancel'd Babels : tho ' the rough kex break 60 The starr'd mosaic , and the beard - blown goat Hang on the shaft , and the wild fig tree 46 THE PRINCESS.
... laws , in the end Found golden : let the past be past ; let be Their cancel'd Babels : tho ' the rough kex break 60 The starr'd mosaic , and the beard - blown goat Hang on the shaft , and the wild fig tree 46 THE PRINCESS.
Strana 56
... laws , which learnt , We , conscious of what temper you are built , Came all in haste to hinder wrong , but fell Into his father's hands , who has this night , You lying close upon his territory , 385 Slipt round and in the dark ...
... laws , which learnt , We , conscious of what temper you are built , Came all in haste to hinder wrong , but fell Into his father's hands , who has this night , You lying close upon his territory , 385 Slipt round and in the dark ...
Strana 68
... law within ? Severer in the logic of a life ? Twice as magnetic to sweet influences Of earth and heaven ? and she of whom you speak , 185 My mother , looks as whole as some serene Creation minted in the golden moods Of sovereign artists ...
... law within ? Severer in the logic of a life ? Twice as magnetic to sweet influences Of earth and heaven ? and she of whom you speak , 185 My mother , looks as whole as some serene Creation minted in the golden moods Of sovereign artists ...
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Strana 45 - 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 100 - That like a 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 102 - 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...
Strana 99 - Now sleeps the crimson petal, 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 like a ghost she glimmers on to me. " Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me.
Strana 102 - 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 noble...
Strana 31 - Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to 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 103 - 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 120 - Therefore is the name of it called Babel ; because the Lord did there confound the language of all the earth: and from thence did the Lord scatter them abroad upon the face of all the earth.
Strana 100 - ... dusky doors: But follow ; let the torrent dance thee down To find him in the valley; let the wild Lean-headed Eagles yelp alone, and leave The monstrous ledges there to slope, and spill Their thousand wreaths of dangling water-smoke, That like a 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...
Strana 47 - 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. "0 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. "O Swallow, Swallow, if I could follow, and light Upon her lattice, I would pipe and trill, And cheep and twitter twenty million loves.