Tennyson's The PrincessH. Holt, 1900 - 185 էջ |
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Էջ xxiv
... mother died this morning , as the form of a tele- gram , is declared in a business - like and brutal use of the prose way , which leaves the thing to be known to do duty , without a syllable of consideration or deference , for that ...
... mother died this morning , as the form of a tele- gram , is declared in a business - like and brutal use of the prose way , which leaves the thing to be known to do duty , without a syllable of consideration or deference , for that ...
Էջ xxx
... mother's to a suffering child , offices such as the presence of angels might procure , not in smoothing pillows , or administering drinks or viands , but inspiring calm and strength and cheer ; like creatures native unto gracious act ...
... mother's to a suffering child , offices such as the presence of angels might procure , not in smoothing pillows , or administering drinks or viands , but inspiring calm and strength and cheer ; like creatures native unto gracious act ...
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... mother said , the story ran . And , truly , waking dreams were , more or less , An old and strange affection of the ... mother pitying made a thousand prayers ; My mother was as mild as any saint , Half - canoniz'd by all that look ...
... mother said , the story ran . And , truly , waking dreams were , more or less , An old and strange affection of the ... mother pitying made a thousand prayers ; My mother was as mild as any saint , Half - canoniz'd by all that look ...
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... mother - city thick with towers , And in the imperial palace found the king . His name was Gama : crack'd and small his voice , But bland the smile that like a wrinkling wind On glassy water drove his cheek in lines ; A little dry old ...
... mother - city thick with towers , And in the imperial palace found the king . His name was Gama : crack'd and small his voice , But bland the smile that like a wrinkling wind On glassy water drove his cheek in lines ; A little dry old ...
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... mother of the sweetest little maid That ever crow'd for kisses . ' 6 Out upon it ! ' She answer'd , ' peace ! And why should I not play The Spartan Mother with emotion , be The Lucius Junius Brutus of my kind ? 260 Him you call great ...
... mother of the sweetest little maid That ever crow'd for kisses . ' 6 Out upon it ! ' She answer'd , ' peace ! And why should I not play The Spartan Mother with emotion , be The Lucius Junius Brutus of my kind ? 260 Him you call great ...
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Էջ xxii - Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain : Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters : who maketh the clouds his chariot ; who walketh upon the wings of the wind...
Էջ 43 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Էջ 100 - 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. 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...
Էջ 97 - 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 45 - 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 45 - 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 102 - Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants, No Angel, but a dearer being, all dipt In Angel instincts, breathing Paradise, Interpreter between the Gods and men, Who...
Էջ 101 - Then comes the statelier Eden back to men : Then reign the world's great bridals, chaste and calm : Then springs the crowning race of humankind. May these things be ! " Sighing she spoke,
Էջ xlvii - That shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed, In the beginning, how the heavens and earth Rose out of chaos...
Էջ 101 - Dear, but let us type them now In our own lives, and this proud watchword rest Of equal; seeing either sex alone Is half itself, and in true marriage lies Nor equal, nor unequal: each fulfils Defect in each, and always thought in thought, Purpose in purpose, will in will, they grow, The single pure and perfect animal, The two-cell'd heart beating, with one full stroke, Life.