Works: The princess. In memoriamHoughton, Mifflin, 1904 |
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Výsledky 6-10 z 33
Strana 64
... fear'd To meet a cold " We thank you , we shall hear of it From Lady Psyche ; " you had gone to her , She told , perforce , and winning easy grace , No doubt , for slight delay , remain❜d among us In our young nursery still unknown ...
... fear'd To meet a cold " We thank you , we shall hear of it From Lady Psyche ; " you had gone to her , She told , perforce , and winning easy grace , No doubt , for slight delay , remain❜d among us In our young nursery still unknown ...
Strana 66
... Fear Stared in her eyes , and chalk'd her face , and wing'd Her transit to the throne , whereby she fell Delivering seal'd dispatches which the Head Took half - amazed , and in her lion's mood Tore open , silent we with blind surmise ...
... Fear Stared in her eyes , and chalk'd her face , and wing'd Her transit to the throne , whereby she fell Delivering seal'd dispatches which the Head Took half - amazed , and in her lion's mood Tore open , silent we with blind surmise ...
Strana 70
... the crimson - rolling eye Glares ruin , and the wild birds on the light Dash themselves dead . She stretch'd her arms and call'd Across the tumult , and the tumult fell . What fear ye , brawlers ? am not I your 70 THE PRINCESS.
... the crimson - rolling eye Glares ruin , and the wild birds on the light Dash themselves dead . She stretch'd her arms and call'd Across the tumult , and the tumult fell . What fear ye , brawlers ? am not I your 70 THE PRINCESS.
Strana 71
... fear ; Six thousand years of fear have made you that From which I would redeem you . But for those That stir this hubbub you and you - I know Your faces there in the crowd to - morrow morn We hold a great convention ; then shall they ...
... fear ; Six thousand years of fear have made you that From which I would redeem you . But for those That stir this hubbub you and you - I know Your faces there in the crowd to - morrow morn We hold a great convention ; then shall they ...
Strana 79
... fear , indeed , you spent a stormy time With our strange girl ; and yet they say that still You love her . Give us , then , your mind at large : How say you , war or not ? ' Not war , if possible , O king , ' I said , ' lest from the ...
... fear , indeed , you spent a stormy time With our strange girl ; and yet they say that still You love her . Give us , then , your mind at large : How say you , war or not ? ' Not war , if possible , O king , ' I said , ' lest from the ...
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Strana 197 - Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death ; The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more.
Strana 196 - THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul ? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams ? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
Strana 131 - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust : Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die ; And thou hast made him : thou art just. Thou seemest human and divine, The highest, holiest manhood, thou. Our wills are ours, we know not how ; Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
Strana 271 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Strana 52 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story ; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Strana 133 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on steppingstones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Strana 272 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Strana 298 - Love is and was my Lord and King, And in his presence I attend To hear the tidings of my friend, Which every hour his couriers bring. Love is and was my King and Lord, And will be, tho...
Strana 91 - Man for the field and woman for the hearth : Man for the sword and for the needle she : Man with the head and woman with the heart: Man to command and woman to obey; All else confusion.
Strana 137 - I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain, A use in measured language lies, The sad mechanic exercise, Like dull narcotics, numbing pain. In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold; But that large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more. One writes that "other friends remain," That "loss is common to the race"— And...