The Poetry and Mystery of DreamsCharles Godfrey Leland E. H. Butler & Company, 1856 - 258 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 27
... The sire replied- " and kill them both to boot ; But ' tis ordained the filthy things must live , E'en for their mutual torture " -here I woke . MEISTER KARL . Anvil . To dream of hammering on an anvil presages POETRY OF DREAMS . 27.
... The sire replied- " and kill them both to boot ; But ' tis ordained the filthy things must live , E'en for their mutual torture " -here I woke . MEISTER KARL . Anvil . To dream of hammering on an anvil presages POETRY OF DREAMS . 27.
Σελίδα 35
... lives and brings to a fortunate con- clusion , labours and negotiations which have seemed hope- less and desperate . ARTEMIDORUS , Lib . 2 , cap . 42 . I SLEPT and dreamed that life was beauty , I woke and found that life was duty ; Was ...
... lives and brings to a fortunate con- clusion , labours and negotiations which have seemed hope- less and desperate . ARTEMIDORUS , Lib . 2 , cap . 42 . I SLEPT and dreamed that life was beauty , I woke and found that life was duty ; Was ...
Σελίδα 41
... live Bohemian truth ! There we'll drink and there we'll go , Till the morning white doth grow ! Translated from the Cech - Slavonian or Bohemian by CHArles G. Leland . 4. * Bees . To dream of finding a bee is a POETRY OF DREAMS . 41.
... live Bohemian truth ! There we'll drink and there we'll go , Till the morning white doth grow ! Translated from the Cech - Slavonian or Bohemian by CHArles G. Leland . 4. * Bees . To dream of finding a bee is a POETRY OF DREAMS . 41.
Σελίδα 45
... live - long day he had not spoke , ) " The death of a dear friend . " W. SCOTT . Loud ringing changes all our bells have marred ; Jangled they have and jarred So long , they're out of tune and out of frame ; They seem not now the same ...
... live - long day he had not spoke , ) " The death of a dear friend . " W. SCOTT . Loud ringing changes all our bells have marred ; Jangled they have and jarred So long , they're out of tune and out of frame ; They seem not now the same ...
Σελίδα 76
... live . A coffin with a corpse forebodes death . A covered coffin is a sign of long life GERMAN DREAM BOOK . O HEARD ye yon pibrach sound sad in the gale , Where a band cometh slowly with weeping and wail ? ' Tis the chief of Glenara ...
... live . A coffin with a corpse forebodes death . A covered coffin is a sign of long life GERMAN DREAM BOOK . O HEARD ye yon pibrach sound sad in the gale , Where a band cometh slowly with weeping and wail ? ' Tis the chief of Glenara ...
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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...