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Title: The princess, a medley
Year: 1880 (1880s)
Authors: Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron, 1809-1892 Rolfe, W. J. (William James), 1827-1910, ed
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Publisher: Boston, Ticknor and company (188-?)
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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lanches daughter where she stood,Melissa, with her hand upon the lock,A rosy blonde, and in a college gown,That clad her like an April daffodilly(Her mothers color), with her lips apart,And all her thoughts as fair within her eyes,As bottom agates seen to wave and floatIn crystal currents of clear morning seas. So stood that same fair creature at the door.Then Lady Psyche, Ah — Melissa — you !You heard us ? and Melissa, O pardon me !I heard, I could not help it, did not wish;But, dearest Lady, pray you fear me not,Nor think I bear that heart within my breast,To give three gallant gentlemen to death. I trust you, said the other, for we twoWere always friends, none closer, elm and vine ;But yet your mothers jealous temperament —Let not your prudence, dearest, drowse, or proveThe Danaid of a leaky vase, for fearThis whole foundation-ruin, and I loseMy honor, these their lives. Ah, fear me not,Replied Melissa; no — I would not tell,No, not for all Aspasias cleverness, A MEDLEY. 47
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No, not to answer, Madam, all those hard things That Sheba came to ask of Solomon. < Be it so, the other, < that we still may lead The new light up, and culminate in peace, For Solomon may come to Sheba yet. Said Cyril, < Madam, he the wisest man Feasted the woman wisest then, m halls Of Lebanonian cedar ; nor should you (Tho\ Madam, you should answer, we would ask. 48 THE PRINCESS: Less welcome find among us, if you came Among us, debtors for our lives to you, Myself for something more. He said not what, But Thanks, she answerd, go : we have been too long Together : keep your hoods about the face ; They do so that affect abstraction here. Speak little ; mix not with the rest ; and hold Your promise : all, I trust, may yet be well. 340 We turnd to go, but Cyril took the child,And held her round the knees against his waist,And blew the swollen cheek of a trumpeter,While Psyche watchd them, smiling, and the childPushd her flat hand against his face and laughd;And thus our confe

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