Works: The princess. In memoriamHoughton, Mifflin, 1904 |
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Výsledky 6-10 z 67
Strana 92
... thou shalt win ; ' I thought on all the wrathful king had said , And how the strange betrothment was to end . Then I remember'd that burnt sorcerer's curse That one should fight with shadows and should fall ; And like a flash the weird ...
... thou shalt win ; ' I thought on all the wrathful king had said , And how the strange betrothment was to end . Then I remember'd that burnt sorcerer's curse That one should fight with shadows and should fall ; And like a flash the weird ...
Strana 102
... thou needs must bear the yoke , I wish it Gentle as freedom here she kiss'd it ; then - All good go with thee ! take it , sir , ' and so Laid the soft babe in his hard - mailed hands , Who turn'd half - round to Psyche as she sprang 102 ...
... thou needs must bear the yoke , I wish it Gentle as freedom here she kiss'd it ; then - All good go with thee ! take it , sir , ' and so Laid the soft babe in his hard - mailed hands , Who turn'd half - round to Psyche as she sprang 102 ...
Strana 116
... thou with me . Now droops the milk - white peacock like a ghost , And like a ghost she glimmers on to me . " Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars , And all thy heart lies open unto me . Now slides the silent meteor on , and leaves ...
... thou with me . Now droops the milk - white peacock like a ghost , And like a ghost she glimmers on to me . " Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars , And all thy heart lies open unto me . Now slides the silent meteor on , and leaves ...
Strana 117
... thou down And find him ; by the happy threshold , he , Or hand in hand with Plenty in the maize , Or red with spirted purple of the vats , Or foxlike in the vine ; nor cares to walk With Death and Morning on the Silver Horns , Nor wilt thou ...
... thou down And find him ; by the happy threshold , he , Or hand in hand with Plenty in the maize , Or red with spirted purple of the vats , Or foxlike in the vine ; nor cares to walk With Death and Morning on the Silver Horns , Nor wilt thou ...
Strana 119
... thou hast a helper , me , that know The woman's cause is man's ; they rise or sink Together , dwarf'd or godlike , bond or free . For she that out of Lethe scales with man The shining steps of Nature , shares with man His nights , his ...
... thou hast a helper , me , that know The woman's cause is man's ; they rise or sink Together , dwarf'd or godlike , bond or free . For she that out of Lethe scales with man The shining steps of Nature , shares with man His nights , his ...
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answer'd Arac arms beat betwixt blood blow break breast breathe brows call'd cataract Celt child cried Cyril dark dash'd dead dear death deep dipt doubt dream dropt dying earth eyes face fair faith fancy father fear Florian flower flying gloom glowworm grief half hall hand happy head hear heard heart heaven hills hour iron hills king Lady Psyche land light Lilia lips lives look look'd maiden maids Melissa moon morning mother move Muses night noble o'er once ourself peace Prince Princess Princess Ida rapt Ring rose round sang seem'd shadow shame sleep song sorrow soul spake speak spirit spoke star stept stood strange sweet talk'd tears thee thine things thou thought thro touch'd troth trumpet truth turn'd unto vext voice wassail whisper wild wild bells wind Winter's Tale woman words
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Strana 195 - 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 194 - 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 129 - 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 269 - 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 50 - 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 131 - 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 270 - 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 296 - 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 89 - 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 135 - 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...