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... hours ! ' Then came these dreadful words out one by one , ' Why - these - are - men : ' I shudder'd : ' and you know it . ' ' O ask me nothing , ' I said : ' And she knows too , And she conceals it ... hour more in Heaven 56 THE PRINCESS ;
... hours ! ' Then came these dreadful words out one by one , ' Why - these - are - men : ' I shudder'd : ' and you know it . ' ' O ask me nothing , ' I said : ' And she knows too , And she conceals it ... hour more in Heaven 56 THE PRINCESS ;
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Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) Yet let us breathe for one hour more in Heaven " He added , " lest some classic Angel speak In scorn of us , ' They mounted , Ganymedes , To tumble , Vulcans , on the second morn . ' But I will melt this ...
Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) Yet let us breathe for one hour more in Heaven " He added , " lest some classic Angel speak In scorn of us , ' They mounted , Ganymedes , To tumble , Vulcans , on the second morn . ' But I will melt this ...
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... hour . Then summon'd to the porch we went . She stood Among her maidens , higher by the head , Her back against a pillar , her foot on one Of those tame leopards . Kittenlike he roll'd And paw'd about her sandal . I drew near ; I gazed ...
... hour . Then summon'd to the porch we went . She stood Among her maidens , higher by the head , Her back against a pillar , her foot on one Of those tame leopards . Kittenlike he roll'd And paw'd about her sandal . I drew near ; I gazed ...
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... hour to hour , Within me , that except you slay me here , According to your bitter statute - book , I cannot cease to follow you , as they say The seal does music ; who desire you more Than growing boys their manhood ; dying lips , With ...
... hour to hour , Within me , that except you slay me here , According to your bitter statute - book , I cannot cease to follow you , as they say The seal does music ; who desire you more Than growing boys their manhood ; dying lips , With ...
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... She shall not have it back : the child shall grow To prize the authentic mother of her mind . I took it for an hour in mine own bed This morning there the tender orphan hands Felt at my heart , and seem'd to charm from 124 THE PRINCESS ;
... She shall not have it back : the child shall grow To prize the authentic mother of her mind . I took it for an hour in mine own bed This morning there the tender orphan hands Felt at my heart , and seem'd to charm from 124 THE PRINCESS ;
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Annie answer'd Arac arms babe beän betwixt blow break brows call'd cataract Catullus Celt child cried Cyril dark dash'd dead dear dearest death dream dropt DUKE OF WELLINGTON eerd eyes face fair fall'n father fear fell fight fire flash'd Florian flower flying follow'd girl glory golden golden hour half hall hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven Hexameters honour ILIAD king knaws knew Lady Psyche land light Lilia live look'd lords ally maiden maids Melissa mixt morning mother moved munny night noble o'er Odin ourself palace peace Prince Princess Princess Ida proputty rode roll'd rolling rose round sang seem'd shadow shame silent song spake speak spoke star stept stood sweet talk'd tears thee thine things thou thought thro trumpet turn'd vext voice wild Willy Winter's tale woman
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Seite 196 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. ' Forward the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns !
Seite 197 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd ; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd ; Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Seite 270 - FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
Seite 160 - 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 untD me.
Seite 285 - O YOU chorus of indolent reviewers, Irresponsible, indolent reviewers, Look, I come to the test, a tiny poem All composed in a metre of Catullus, All in quantity, careful of my motion, Like the skater on ice that hardly bears him, Lest I fall unawares before the people, Waking laughter in indolent reviewers. Should I flounder awhile without a tumble Thro...
Seite 179 - BURY the Great Duke With an empire's lamentation, Let us bury the Great Duke To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation, Mourning when their leaders fall, Warriors carry the warrior's pall, And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.
Seite 71 - 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, dyin£, 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.
Seite 33 - O lift your natures up: Embrace our aims : work out your freedom. Girls, Knowledge is now no more a fountain seal'd : Drink deep, until the habits of the slave. The sins of emptiness, gossip and spite And slander, die. Better not be at all Than not be noble.
Seite 225 - ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaay? Proputty, proputty, proputty — that's what I 'ears 'em saay. Proputty, proputty, proputty — Sam, thou's an ass for thy paai'ns : Theer's moor sense i' one o' 'is legs nor in all thy braai'ns.
Seite 265 - Glory of Virtue, to fight, to struggle, to right the wrong — Nay, but she aim'd not at glory, no lover of glory she : Give her the glory of going on, and still to be.