The Princess: A Medley

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American Book Company, 1896 - 140 էջ

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Էջ 130 - Nor wilt thou snare him in the white ravine, Nor find him dropt upon the firths of ice, That huddling slant in furrow-cloven falls To roll the torrent out of 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 watersmoke, That like a broken purpose waste in air : So waste not thou ; but come ; for all the vales Await thee; azure...
Էջ 69 - 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 68 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Էջ 122 - Ask me no more. Ask me no more. What answer should I give? I love not hollow cheek or faded eye ; Yet, O my friend, I will not have thee die! Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live ; Ask me no more.
Էջ 129 - Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height: What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang) In height and cold, the splendour of the hills? But cease to move so near the Heavens, and cease To glide a sunbeam by the blasted Pine, 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...
Էջ 132 - 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.
Էջ 132 - 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 129 - ... the crimson petal, now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The firefly 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...
Էջ 55 - 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. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest.
Էջ 36 - That all the1 more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears ! For when we came where lies the child We lost in other years, There above the little grave, O there above the little grave, We kiss'd again with tears.

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