The Poetry and Mystery of DreamsCharles Godfrey Leland E. H. Butler & Company, 1856 - 258 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 15
... stood be- fore a well - filled granary ; and as tears of joy ran down his cheeks , his wife and loved ones gathered about him , and their blessings and praises sunk into his heart , and mingled with the even - hymn which rose like a ...
... stood be- fore a well - filled granary ; and as tears of joy ran down his cheeks , his wife and loved ones gathered about him , and their blessings and praises sunk into his heart , and mingled with the even - hymn which rose like a ...
Σελίδα 28
... stood by a roaring fire , Near the blacksmith grimy and grim ; And watched the blaze rise higher and higher , As it lit up each brawny limb . Bang , bang , his hammer rang , And drove out many a spark ; They seemed the devil's own fire ...
... stood by a roaring fire , Near the blacksmith grimy and grim ; And watched the blaze rise higher and higher , As it lit up each brawny limb . Bang , bang , his hammer rang , And drove out many a spark ; They seemed the devil's own fire ...
Σελίδα 31
... stood an arch- A pointed ogive - framed in carvings quaint , Whose sabred sides rose from an antique base , En - niching in their course full many a saint Or demon grim , whom age had worn alike ; POETRY OF DREAMS . 31.
... stood an arch- A pointed ogive - framed in carvings quaint , Whose sabred sides rose from an antique base , En - niching in their course full many a saint Or demon grim , whom age had worn alike ; POETRY OF DREAMS . 31.
Σελίδα 37
... of the hive , Yet leave this little spot to me ; Spare , Woodman , spare the beechen tree ! Thrice twenty summers I have stood In bloomless fruitless solitude 4 POETRY OF DREAMS . 37 A bright creation, a shadowy ray, ...
... of the hive , Yet leave this little spot to me ; Spare , Woodman , spare the beechen tree ! Thrice twenty summers I have stood In bloomless fruitless solitude 4 POETRY OF DREAMS . 37 A bright creation, a shadowy ray, ...
Σελίδα 38
Charles Godfrey Leland. Thrice twenty summers I have stood In bloomless fruitless solitude ; Since childhood in my rustling bower First spent its sweet and sportive hour , Since youthful lovers in my shade Their vows of truth and rapture ...
Charles Godfrey Leland. Thrice twenty summers I have stood In bloomless fruitless solitude ; Since childhood in my rustling bower First spent its sweet and sportive hour , Since youthful lovers in my shade Their vows of truth and rapture ...
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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!