The Princess of Alfred Tennyson Re-cast as a DramaLee and Shepard, 1881 - 63 Seiten |
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PRINCESS OF ALFRED TENNYSON RE Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson, 1809-1 Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
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answer blood Blow blush brows bugle child countrywomen dare dawn dead dear death dream dying echoes Enter MELISSA Exeunt eyes fail fair fallen fancies father fear fight flies too high flowers flying follow Forever GAMA GAMA'S PALACE gate girl halls hand head hear heart Heaven HERALD Hist hither honor INTERLUDE KING KING'S kisses knew LADY BLANCHE LADY PSYCHE land Last night learnt leopards letter lives look maiden maids moon mother noble ourself pardon plot PORTRESS pre-contract pretty PRINCE and FLORIAN PRINCE ARAC PRINCESS to PRINCE PRINCESS'S PALACE SCENE II Sdeath shadows Sire sister Psyche song soul spake speak strange swallow Sweet and low talk tears tell TENNYSON thee thou thought three to three troth trumpet trust Twas TWIN BROTHERS VOICE warrior wept wild woman womankind women wrong yestermorn
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 36 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : 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, dying, dying.
Seite 56 - Took the face-cloth from the face Yet she neither moved nor wept. Rose a nurse of ninety years, Set his child upon her knee — Like summer tempest...
Seite 61 - nor blame Too much the sons of men and barbarous laws ; These were the rough ways of the world till now. Henceforth thou hast a helper, me, that know The woman's cause is man's : they rise or sink Together, dwarfed or godlike, bond or free : For she that out of Lethe scales with man The shining steps of Nature, shares with man His nights, his days, moves with him to one goal, Stays all the fair young planet in her hands — If she be small, slight-natured, miserable, How shall men grow...
Seite 24 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! 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, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep, my little one, sleep, my...
Seite 62 - 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...
Seite 38 - O tell her, Swallow, thou that knowest each, That bright and fierce and fickle is the South, And dark and true and tender is the North.
Seite 37 - 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. 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.
Seite 38 - Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened 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 remembered kisses after death. And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned 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.
Seite 29 - Lore is of the valley, come, For Love is of the valley, come thou down And find him ; by the happy threshold, he, Or hand in hand with Plenty in the maize, Or red with spirted purple of the vats, Or foxlike in the vine ; nor cares to...