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... hear , The lady of three castles in that land . Thro ' her this matter might be sifted clean . ' Then whisper'd Cyril : Take me with you too . Trust me , I'll serve you better in a strait ; I grate on rusty hinges here : ' but ' No ...
... hear , The lady of three castles in that land . Thro ' her this matter might be sifted clean . ' Then whisper'd Cyril : Take me with you too . Trust me , I'll serve you better in a strait ; I grate on rusty hinges here : ' but ' No ...
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... hear them . Last , my daughter begg'd a boon A certain summer - palace which I have Hard by your father's frontier : I said no , Yet being an easy man , gave it ; and there , All wild to found an University For maidens , on 18 THE ...
... hear them . Last , my daughter begg'd a boon A certain summer - palace which I have Hard by your father's frontier : I said no , Yet being an easy man , gave it ; and there , All wild to found an University For maidens , on 18 THE ...
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... hear each other speak for noise Of clocks and chimes , like silver hammers falling On silver anvils , and the splash and stir Of fountains spouted up and showering down In meshes of the jasmine and the rose : And all about us peal'd the ...
... hear each other speak for noise Of clocks and chimes , like silver hammers falling On silver anvils , and the splash and stir Of fountains spouted up and showering down In meshes of the jasmine and the rose : And all about us peal'd the ...
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... hear This barren verbiage , current among men , Light coin , the tinsel clink of compliment . We think not of him when we set our hand To this great work , we purposed with ourselves Never to wed . You likewise will do well , Ladies ...
... hear This barren verbiage , current among men , Light coin , the tinsel clink of compliment . We think not of him when we set our hand To this great work , we purposed with ourselves Never to wed . You likewise will do well , Ladies ...
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... hear And help them look ! for such are these and I. ' ' Are : you that Psyche ' Florian ask'd to whom , In gentler days , your arrow - wounded fawn Came flying while you sat beside the well ? The creature laid his muzzle on your lap ...
... hear And help them look ! for such are these and I. ' ' Are : you that Psyche ' Florian ask'd to whom , In gentler days , your arrow - wounded fawn Came flying while you sat beside the well ? The creature laid his muzzle on your lap ...
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answer'd Arac arms ask'd babe betwixt bosom bow'd boys breathe broken brother brows call'd cheek child clash'd cried cuckoo Cyril dark daughter dead dear death dipt dropt enemies have fall'n ev'n eyes face fair father fear fell fixt Florian flowers flying follow'd gain'd gates gazing girl glance glow-worm golden hall hand head hear heard heart Heaven king kiss'd knew Lady Blanche Lady Psyche land laugh'd leapt leopards light Lilia lips lives look'd maiden maids Melissa morning mother moved night noble o'er palace peace Prince Princess Psyche's push'd rapt rode roll'd rose round sang seem'd shame shook smile song soul spake speak spoke star stood stoop'd Swallow sweet Sweet dream talk'd tell tender thee thou thought thro troth True woman trumpet turn'd Vashti vext voice wild Winter's Tale woman women
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Page 152 - To glide a sunheam 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...
Page 153 - 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 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...
Page 70 - O tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown: Say to her, I do but wanton in the South, But in the North long since my nest is made. O tell her, brief is life but love is long And brief the sun of summer in the North And brief the moon of beauty in the South. O Swallow, flying from the golden woods Fly to her, and pipe and woo her, and make her mine. And tell her, tell her, that I follow thee.
Page 66 - 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.
Page 67 - 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.
Page 67 - Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd 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!
Page 23 - 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.
Page 17 - Proud look'd the lips : but while I meditated A wind arose and rush'd upon the South, And shook the songs, the whispers, and the shrieks Of the wild woods together ; and a Voice Went with it, ' Follow, follow, thou shall win." Then, ere the silver sickle of that month Became her golden shield, I stole from court With Cyril and with Florian, unperceived, Cat-footed thro...
Page 156 - 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...
Page 4 - Arranged a country dance, and flew thro' light And shadow , while the (wangling violin Struck up with Soldier-laddie, and overhead The broad ambrosial aisles of lofty lime Made noise with bees and breeze from end to end.