Poetical Works, Svazek 1Ticknor and Fields, 1861 |
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Strana 266
... Psyche , Lady Blanche ; They fed her theories , in and out of place , Maintaining that with equal husbandry The woman were an equal to the man . They harped on this ; with this our banquets rang ; Our dances broke and buzzed in knots of ...
... Psyche , Lady Blanche ; They fed her theories , in and out of place , Maintaining that with equal husbandry The woman were an equal to the man . They harped on this ; with this our banquets rang ; Our dances broke and buzzed in knots of ...
Strana 269
... Psyche . " " Which was prettiest , Best - natured ? " 66 ' Lady Psyche . " " Hers are we , " One voice , we cried ; and I sat down and wrote , In such a hand as when a field of corn Bows all its ears before the roaring East ; " Three ...
... Psyche . " " Which was prettiest , Best - natured ? " 66 ' Lady Psyche . " " Hers are we , " One voice , we cried ; and I sat down and wrote , In such a hand as when a field of corn Bows all its ears before the roaring East ; " Three ...
Strana 272
... Psyche will harangue The fresh arrivals of the week before ; For they press in from all the provinces , And fill the hive . " She spoke , and , bowing , waved Dismissal ; back again we crost the court To Lady Psyche's : as we entered in ...
... Psyche will harangue The fresh arrivals of the week before ; For they press in from all the provinces , And fill the hive . " She spoke , and , bowing , waved Dismissal ; back again we crost the court To Lady Psyche's : as we entered in ...
Strana 275
... Psyche , take my life . And nail me like a weasel on a grange For warning : bury me beside the gate , And cut this epitaph above my bones ; Here lies a brother by a sister slain , All for the common good of womankind . ” " Let me die ...
... Psyche , take my life . And nail me like a weasel on a grange For warning : bury me beside the gate , And cut this epitaph above my bones ; Here lies a brother by a sister slain , All for the common good of womankind . ” " Let me die ...
Strana 276
... Psyche , " Florian added , " she With whom I sang about the morning hills , Flung ball , flew kite , and raced the purple fly , And snared the squirrel of the glen ? are you That Psyche , wont to bind my throbbing brow , To smooth my ...
... Psyche , " Florian added , " she With whom I sang about the morning hills , Flung ball , flew kite , and raced the purple fly , And snared the squirrel of the glen ? are you That Psyche , wont to bind my throbbing brow , To smooth my ...
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Strana 341 - ... 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. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So...
Strana 183 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea : I am become a name ; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but...
Strana 130 - Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere, •' Ah ! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go ? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes ? For now I see the true old times are dead, When every morning brought a noble chance, And every chance brought out a noble knight.
Strana 127 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: '•I heard the ripple washing in the reeds, And the wild water lapping on the crag.
Strana 93 - Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height; To hear each other's whisper'd speech; Eating the Lotos day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild-minded melancholy...
Strana 226 - EVE. DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord : Make Thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies. As these white robes are...
Strana 130 - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
Strana 182 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
Strana 24 - THE poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above ; Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. He saw thro' life and death, thro' good and ill, He saw thro
Strana 239 - He does not love me for my birth, Nor for my lands so broad and fair; He loves me for my own true worth, And that is well,