Tennyson's The Princess: A MedleyGlobe School Book Company, 1900 - Počet stran: 138 |
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Strana xix
... turn of fate beside the sick- bed of the wounded lover . We give him our heartiest congratulations on his eventual recovery and success . It is only when we set ourselves to criticising that we are INTRODUCTION xix Critical Comments.
... turn of fate beside the sick- bed of the wounded lover . We give him our heartiest congratulations on his eventual recovery and success . It is only when we set ourselves to criticising that we are INTRODUCTION xix Critical Comments.
Strana 6
... turns 170 Up thro ' gilt wires a crafty loving eye , And takes a lady's finger with all care , And bites it for true heart and not for harm , So he with Lilia's . Daintily she shriek'd And wrung it . " Doubt my word again ! " he said ...
... turns 170 Up thro ' gilt wires a crafty loving eye , And takes a lady's finger with all care , And bites it for true heart and not for harm , So he with Lilia's . Daintily she shriek'd And wrung it . " Doubt my word again ! " he said ...
Strana 7
... turn ; and so We forged a sevenfold story . Kind ? what kind ? Chimeras , crotchets , Christmas solecisms , 200 Seven - headed monsters only made to kill Time by the fire in winter . " " Kill him now , The tyrant ! kill him in the ...
... turn ; and so We forged a sevenfold story . Kind ? what kind ? Chimeras , crotchets , Christmas solecisms , 200 Seven - headed monsters only made to kill Time by the fire in winter . " " Kill him now , The tyrant ! kill him in the ...
Strana 8
... turn ! Seven and yet one , like shadows in a dream . — Heroic seems our Princess as required – But something made to suit with time and place , 225 A Gothic ruin and a Grecian house , A talk of college and of ladies ' rights , A feudal ...
... turn ! Seven and yet one , like shadows in a dream . — Heroic seems our Princess as required – But something made to suit with time and place , 225 A Gothic ruin and a Grecian house , A talk of college and of ladies ' rights , A feudal ...
Strana 11
... turn'd cud of wrath , and cook'd his spleen , Communing with his captains of the war . At last I spoke . " My father , let me go . It cannot be but some gross error lies In this report , this answer of a king , 70 Whom all men rate as ...
... turn'd cud of wrath , and cook'd his spleen , Communing with his captains of the war . At last I spoke . " My father , let me go . It cannot be but some gross error lies In this report , this answer of a king , 70 Whom all men rate as ...
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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.