The Poetry and Mystery of DreamsCharles Godfrey Leland E. H. Butler & Company, 1856 - 258 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 14
... night waned their dream grew dim , and the outer influences of life gently closed about them 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 ...
... night waned their dream grew dim , and the outer influences of life gently closed about them 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 ...
Σελίδα 18
... night wind sweeps , His heart knows joy no more . No more he hears - no more he sees ; A long staff guides his way ; What seeks he there ? -why brave the breeze ? He counts the graves , they say . And ever as he counts , it seems As ...
... night wind sweeps , His heart knows joy no more . No more he hears - no more he sees ; A long staff guides his way ; What seeks he there ? -why brave the breeze ? He counts the graves , they say . And ever as he counts , it seems As ...
Σελίδα 25
... night In Pompeii , beneath its lava - tides : Clusters of arms , the spoil of ancient wars , Old scymitars of true Damascus brand , Short swords with basket - hilts to guard the hand , And iron casques with rusty visor - bars : Lances ...
... night In Pompeii , beneath its lava - tides : Clusters of arms , the spoil of ancient wars , Old scymitars of true Damascus brand , Short swords with basket - hilts to guard the hand , And iron casques with rusty visor - bars : Lances ...
Σελίδα 26
... saw an uglie Tode Crale towards me , on which methought I trode : But what became of her , or what of me , My sudden waking would not let me see . THE MIRROUR FOR MAGISTRATES . I had a dream last night of Noah's ark , 26 POETRY OF DREAMS .
... saw an uglie Tode Crale towards me , on which methought I trode : But what became of her , or what of me , My sudden waking would not let me see . THE MIRROUR FOR MAGISTRATES . I had a dream last night of Noah's ark , 26 POETRY OF DREAMS .
Σελίδα 27
Charles Godfrey Leland. I had a dream last night of Noah's ark , Methought I saw the beasts go two by two Up a long plank and into their abode . First came the nobler brutes , and then in turn , By mild gradation walked the viler sort ...
Charles Godfrey Leland. I had a dream last night of Noah's ark , Methought I saw the beasts go two by two Up a long plank and into their abode . First came the nobler brutes , and then in turn , By mild gradation walked the viler sort ...
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angels Antique arms ARTEMIDORUS beautiful betokens blue bound breath bright called clouds dark dead death deep dream earth edges Engravings evil eyes face fair fall Farewell favourable fear flowers fortune gentle GERMAN DREAM BOOK GERSTENBERGK gilt gleaming gold golden hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hope hour Illustrated King kiss lady land leaves LELAND light lips live look maiden MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER Methought morning mountain never night o'er omen once passed presages rest ring rise rock rose round seemed seen silent sing sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood strange stream sweet tears thee things thou thought trees true Turkey Morocco turned vision voice waking waves weep wild wind wings young youth
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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...