Tennyson's The Princess: A MedleyGlobe School Book Company, 1900 - Počet stran: 138 |
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... morning Walter show'd the house , Greek , set with busts : from vases in the hall , Flowers of all heavens , and lovelier than their names , Grew side by side ; and on the pavement lay Carved stones of the Abbey ruin in the park , 15 ...
... morning Walter show'd the house , Greek , set with busts : from vases in the hall , Flowers of all heavens , and lovelier than their names , Grew side by side ; and on the pavement lay Carved stones of the Abbey ruin in the park , 15 ...
Strana 10
... morning in the presence room I stood With Cyril and with Florian , my two friends : The first , a gentleman of broken means ( His father's fault ) , but given to starts and bursts Of revel ; and the last , my other heart , 55 And almost ...
... morning in the presence room I stood With Cyril and with Florian , my two friends : The first , a gentleman of broken means ( His father's fault ) , but given to starts and bursts Of revel ; and the last , my other heart , 55 And almost ...
Strana 20
... morning doves That sun their milky bosoms on the thatch , A patient range of pupils ; she herself 90 Erect behind a desk of satin wood , A quick brunette , well - molded , falcon - eyed , And on the hither side , or so she look'd , Of ...
... morning doves That sun their milky bosoms on the thatch , A patient range of pupils ; she herself 90 Erect behind a desk of satin wood , A quick brunette , well - molded , falcon - eyed , And on the hither side , or so she look'd , Of ...
Strana 24
... warmth of Florian is not cold , But branches current yet in kindred veins . " " " Are you that Psyche , " Florian added ; " she With whom I sang about the morning hills , 230 Flung ball , flew kite , and raced the 24 THE PRINCESS.
... warmth of Florian is not cold , But branches current yet in kindred veins . " " " Are you that Psyche , " Florian added ; " she With whom I sang about the morning hills , 230 Flung ball , flew kite , and raced the 24 THE PRINCESS.
Strana 27
... morning seas . So stood that same fair creature at the door . Then Lady Psyche , " Ah - Melissa -- you ! 310 You heard us ? " And Melissa , " Oh , pardon me ! I heard , I could not help it , did not wish : But , dearest Lady , pray you ...
... morning seas . So stood that same fair creature at the door . Then Lady Psyche , " Ah - Melissa -- you ! 310 You heard us ? " And Melissa , " Oh , pardon me ! I heard , I could not help it , did not wish : But , dearest Lady , pray you ...
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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.