Tennyson's The Princess: A MedleyGlobe School Book Company, 1900 - Počet stran: 138 |
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... true poet . In the year 1847 , long before Darwin had commenced the present great revolution in scientific thought , evolutionary theories were propounded by the poet in the imaginary halls of his female university . Huxley himself ...
... true poet . In the year 1847 , long before Darwin had commenced the present great revolution in scientific thought , evolutionary theories were propounded by the poet in the imaginary halls of his female university . Huxley himself ...
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... True , " she said , " We doubt not that . Oh , yes , you miss'd us much ; I'll stake my ruby ring upon it you did ! " She held it out ; and as a parrot turns 170 Up thro ' gilt wires a crafty loving eye , And takes a lady's finger with ...
... True , " she said , " We doubt not that . Oh , yes , you miss'd us much ; I'll stake my ruby ring upon it you did ! " She held it out ; and as a parrot turns 170 Up thro ' gilt wires a crafty loving eye , And takes a lady's finger with ...
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... true : But then she had a will ; was he to blame ? And maiden fancies ; loved to live alone . Among her women ; certain , would not wed . 50 That morning in the presence room I stood With Cyril and with Florian , my two friends : The ...
... true : But then she had a will ; was he to blame ? And maiden fancies ; loved to live alone . Among her women ; certain , would not wed . 50 That morning in the presence room I stood With Cyril and with Florian , my two friends : The ...
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... true and pure , If I could love , why this were she : how pretty Her blushing was , and now she blush'd again 85 As if to close with Cyril's random wish : Not like your Princess cramm'd with erring pride , Nor like poor Psyche whom she ...
... true and pure , If I could love , why this were she : how pretty Her blushing was , and now she blush'd again 85 As if to close with Cyril's random wish : Not like your Princess cramm'd with erring pride , Nor like poor Psyche whom she ...
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... inscription on the gate , And our three lives . True- we had limed ourselves With open eyes , and we must take the chance . But such extremes , I told her , well might harm The woman's cause . ' Not more than now , 36 THE PRINCESS.
... inscription on the gate , And our three lives . True- we had limed ourselves With open eyes , and we must take the chance . But such extremes , I told her , well might harm The woman's cause . ' Not more than now , 36 THE PRINCESS.
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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.