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answer'd Arac arms Arthur Hallam ask'd babe beautiful betwixt boys brows call'd CHARLOTTE BRONTË child cried Cyril dark dead death doubt dream dropt E. V. Lucas edition reads ELIZABETH WORDSWORTH eyes fair fall'n father fight Florian flowers flying follow Ganymede girl half hall hand head hear heard heart Ida's king Lady Blanche Lady Psyche land light Lilia lines lips lives look'd Lord LORD TENNYSON Lucius Junius Brutus maiden maids Melissa Memoriam mind morning mother moved night noble o'er Originally ran ourselves palace Palace of Art poem poet Prince Princess Princess Ida Psyche's rose sang seem'd shadow shame shivering points shook side song soul spake speak spoke star Stephen Gwynn stood strange sweet talk'd tears tender Tennyson thee thou thought thro touch turn'd voice W. M. THACKERAY wild wind woman women word
Էջ 43 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Էջ 62 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, 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.
Էջ 138 - 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 words...
Էջ 62 - On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Էջ 60 - 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.
Էջ 133 - 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 fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me.
Էջ 108 - Took the face-cloth from the face; Yet she neither moved nor wept. Rose a nurse of ninety years, Set his child upon her knee — Like summer tempest came her tears — " Sweet my child, I live for thee.
Էջ 133 - 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.
Էջ 134 - To sit a star upon the sparkling spire; And come, for Love is of the valley, come For Love is of the valley, come thou down And find him; by the happy threshold...
Էջ 135 - ... 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.