This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1902 Excerpt: ...but lonp'd To follow: surely, if your Highness keep 195 Your purport, you will shock him ev'n to death, Or baser courses, children of despair." "Poor boy," she said, " can he not read--no books? Quoit, tennis, ball--no games? nor deals in that Which men delight in, martial exercise? 200 To nurse a blind ideal like a girl, Methinks he seems no better than a girl; As girls were once, as we ourselves have been: We had our dreams; perhaps he mixt with them: We touch on our dead self, nor shun to do it, 205 Being other--since we learnt our meaning here, To lift the woman's fall'n divinity Upon an even pedestal with man." She paused, and added with a haughtier smile "And as to precontracts, we move, my friend, 210 At no man's beck, but know ourselves and thee, 0 Vashti, noble Vashti! Summon'd out She kept her state, and left the drunken king To brawl at Shushan underneath the palms." "Alas your Highness breathes full East," I said, 215 "On that which leans to you. I know the Prince, 1 prize his truth: and then how vast a work To assail this gray preeminence of man! You grant me license; might I use it? think; 200. 1847-48-50. exercises. 203. 1872 and onward, ourself. 207. 1847-48. To uplift. an. 1877 and onward, ourself. 212. Or Vashi; cf. Esther i. 11, 12, and passim. Ere half be done perchance your life may fail; Then comes the feebler heiress of your plan, And takes and ruins all; and thus your pains May only make that footprint upon sand Which old-recurring waves of prejudice Resmooth to nothing: might I dread that you, With only Fame for spouse and your great deeds For issue, yet may live in vain, and miss, Meanwhile, what every woman counts her due, Love, children, happiness?" And she exclaim'd, 220 225...
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Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809a1892) published his first two volumes of poems in 1842, establishing him as the leading poet of his generation. He is buried in Westminster Abbey.
Christopher Ricks is Warren Professor of Humanities and codirector of the Editorial Institute at Boston University. He is the editor of six poetry collections, including "The Oxford Book of English Verse,"
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