The Princess: A MedleyHenry S. King & Company, 1881 - 183 sider |
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answer'd Arac arms ask'd babe betwixt Blow boys broken brows call'd cataract cheek child clamour clash'd cried Cyril dark dash'd daughter dead dear death dipt dream dropt dying enemies have fall'n enter'd eyes face fair father fell fight Florian flowers flying follow'd gain'd gazed girl glance glowworm half hall hand head hear heard heart Heaven king kiss'd knew Lady Blanche Lady Psyche land laugh'd light Lilia lips lives look'd maiden maids Melissa morning mother moved night noble o'er ourself palace peace Prince Princess Princess Ida Psyche's push'd rapt rode roll'd rose sang seem'd shadow shame shook smile song spake speak spoke star stept stood strange sweet Sweet and low Sweet dream talk'd tears tender thee thou thought thro troth True woman trumpet turn'd UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN vext voice wild Winter's tale woman women
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Side 184 - ... 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 water-smoke, That like a 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...
Side 182 - There to herself, all in low tones, she read. •'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.
Side 79 - 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.
Side 188 - Then comes the statelier Eden back to men : Then reign the world's great bridals, chaste and calm : Then springs the crowning race of human-kind. May these things be ! " Sighing she spoke "I fear They will not.
Side 113 - Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums, That beat to battle where he stands ; Thy face across his fancy comes, And gives the battle to his hands : A moment, while the trumpets blow, He sees his brood about thy knee ; The next, like fire he meets the foe, And strikes him dead for thine and thee. So Lilia sang : we thought her half-possess'd, She struck such warbling fury thro...
Side 197 - The sport half-science, fill me with a faith. This fine old world of ours is but a child Yet in the go-cart. Patience ! Give it time To learn its limbs : there is a hand that guides.
Side 94 - Might have been worse and sinn'd in grosser lips Beyond all pardon — as it is, I hold These flashes on the surface are not he. He has a solid base of temperament: But as the waterlily starts and slides Upon the level in little puffs of wind, Tho' anchor'd to the bottom, such is he.
Side 28 - Hers are we," One voice, we cried ; and I sat down and wrote, In such a hand as when a field of corn Bows all its ears before the roaring East; " Three ladies of the Northern empire pray Your Highness would enroll them with your own, As Lady Psyche's pupils.
Side 79 - The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Side 29 - As thro* the land at eve we went, And pluck'd the ripen'd ears, We fell out, my wife and I, O we fell out I know not why, And kiss'd again with tears. And blessings on the falling out That all the 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.