The Poetry and Mystery of DreamsCharles Godfrey Leland E. H. Butler & Company, 1856 - 258 σελίδες |
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... flower with the first rude cutting from which it sprung . In In " Mackay's Memoirs of Popular and Extraordinary Delusions " -a work distinguished in most respects for ingenuity , interest , and erudition - we find the following ...
... flower with the first rude cutting from which it sprung . In In " Mackay's Memoirs of Popular and Extraordinary Delusions " -a work distinguished in most respects for ingenuity , interest , and erudition - we find the following ...
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... and drew them back to the world and to the body , even as the corolla of the night - flower closes about it , and shuts from its gaze its best loved starry heaven . To the toil - worn , sun - burnt husbandman 14 THE DREAM ANGEL .
... and drew them back to the world and to the body , even as the corolla of the night - flower closes about it , and shuts from its gaze its best loved starry heaven . To the toil - worn , sun - burnt husbandman 14 THE DREAM ANGEL .
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... flower - buds , seemed , as he beheld them , to expand to full maturity . There are certain dream fantasies and strange sleep- changes which are to be found only in the deep unbroken slumber resulting from bodily fatigue , or in the ...
... flower - buds , seemed , as he beheld them , to expand to full maturity . There are certain dream fantasies and strange sleep- changes which are to be found only in the deep unbroken slumber resulting from bodily fatigue , or in the ...
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... flowers , Why thus to come and go ? A long , long journey must be ours , Ere this we know ! HEMANS . A sound of music , such as they might deem The song of spirits - that would sometimes sail Close to their ear , a deep , delicious ...
... flowers , Why thus to come and go ? A long , long journey must be ours , Ere this we know ! HEMANS . A sound of music , such as they might deem The song of spirits - that would sometimes sail Close to their ear , a deep , delicious ...
Σελίδα 30
... Morn , begins to rain His golden arrows through the banded clouds , I rise and tramp away the jocund hours , Knee deep in grass and dewy beds of flowers . Sometimes I lounge in arbours hung with vines , And 30 POETRY OF DREAMS .
... Morn , begins to rain His golden arrows through the banded clouds , I rise and tramp away the jocund hours , Knee deep in grass and dewy beds of flowers . Sometimes I lounge in arbours hung with vines , And 30 POETRY OF DREAMS .
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ALICE CAREY angels ARTEMIDORUS ASTRAMPSYCHIUS BAYARD TAYLOR beautiful betokens bound in Morocco bower breath bright C. G. LELAND CHARLES G CHAUCER clouds dark dead death denotes doth Elegantly Engravings evil eyes fair Farewell favourable omen fear flowers forebodes FRANCESCO MANCINI gazed gentle GERMAN DREAM BOOK GERSTENBERGK gilt and gilt gilt edges gleaming gold golden hand happy hath heard heart Heaven HEMANS Illustrated kiss KLINGELBERG lady land light lips Lurley maiden MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER merry Methought morning Morocco Antique MOTHERWELL mountain muslin N. P. WILLIS ne'er NICEPHORUS night o'er Oneirology presages rose round seemed silent sing sleep slept slumber song sorrow soul sound spirit Splendidly stood strange stream super extra sweet tears thee thine thou thought trees Turkey Morocco Twas vision voice VON GERSTENBERGK waking waves weep wild willow wind wings woke
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Σελίδα 206 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves. And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak...
Σελίδα 145 - In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart. Stay, stay with us, — rest, thou art weary and worn...
Σελίδα 225 - Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight, And soft adorings from their loves receive Upon the honeyed middle of the night If ceremonies due they did aright; As, supperless to bed they must retire, And couch supine their beauties, lily white; Nor look behind, nor sideways, but require Of Heaven with upward eyes for all that they desire.
Σελίδα 83 - FAIR Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon : As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song ; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Σελίδα 211 - How beautiful is the rain ! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain ! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs ! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout ! Across the window-pane It pours and pours ; And swift and wide, With a muddy tide, Like a river down the gutter roars The rain, the welcome rain...
Σελίδα 88 - They slept on the abyss without a surge — The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The moon their mistress had expired before ; The winds were withered in the stagnant air, And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need Of aid from them— She was the universe.
Σελίδα 142 - Some say that gleams of a remoter world Visit the soul in sleep, — that death is slumber. And that its shapes the busy thoughts outnumber Of those who wake and live. I look on high ; Has some unknown omnipotence unfurled The veil of life and death...
Σελίδα 88 - I HAD a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air...
Σελίδα 62 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, — A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Σελίδα 249 - Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!