The Poetry and Mystery of DreamsCharles Godfrey Leland E. H. Butler & Company, 1856 - 258 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 13
... lady's favour , a pleasant dream often holds forth hopes not less stimulating than her smiles . All , it is true , are not gifted with such vivid imaginations as to frequently experience these sweet delusions , but they have in every ...
... lady's favour , a pleasant dream often holds forth hopes not less stimulating than her smiles . All , it is true , are not gifted with such vivid imaginations as to frequently experience these sweet delusions , but they have in every ...
Σελίδα 23
... lady turned her eyes It hung before her in the skies . The sky was blue as the summer sea , The depths were cloudless over head , The air was calm as it could be , There was no sight nor sound of dread , But that black anchor floating ...
... lady turned her eyes It hung before her in the skies . The sky was blue as the summer sea , The depths were cloudless over head , The air was calm as it could be , There was no sight nor sound of dread , But that black anchor floating ...
Σελίδα 48
... LADY ' gan me sodenly behold , * And with a trew - love plited many a fold , She smote me through the very heart as blive , And Venus yet I thank I am alive . CHAUCER . Blood . To dream of collecting blood betokens gold , and success in ...
... LADY ' gan me sodenly behold , * And with a trew - love plited many a fold , She smote me through the very heart as blive , And Venus yet I thank I am alive . CHAUCER . Blood . To dream of collecting blood betokens gold , and success in ...
Σελίδα 49
... lady sayd , My dear , I have cause to weep . I dreamt a dream , my dear ladyè , Such dreams are never good : I dreamed my bower was full of red wine , And my bride - bed full of blood . Such dreams , such dreams , my honoured Sir , They ...
... lady sayd , My dear , I have cause to weep . I dreamt a dream , my dear ladyè , Such dreams are never good : I dreamed my bower was full of red wine , And my bride - bed full of blood . Such dreams , such dreams , my honoured Sir , They ...
Σελίδα 50
... Lady bright Creseide , For sorrow of which , when he it gan behold , And for dispite , out of his slepe he breide , And loud he cried on Pandarus , and seide , " Oh Pandarus , now know I crop and root , I nam but dead , there nis none ...
... Lady bright Creseide , For sorrow of which , when he it gan behold , And for dispite , out of his slepe he breide , And loud he cried on Pandarus , and seide , " Oh Pandarus , now know I crop and root , I nam but dead , there nis none ...
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ACHMET SEIRIM 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 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 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 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 66 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn, 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings And the night-raven sings ; There under ebon shades, and low-browed rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
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 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 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 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 248 - Assaying by his devilish art to reach The organs of her fancy, and with them forge Illusions as he list, phantasms and dreams, Or if, inspiring venom, he might taint...