The Poetry and Mystery of DreamsCharles Godfrey Leland E. H. Butler & Company, 1856 - 258 sidor |
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... lips Sackcloth , and in my breast a heaviness And weariness of life , that makes me ready To say to the dead abbots under us , Make room for me ! LONGFELLOW . Absence . Absence from home on distant journeying is a ( 18 ) Abbot. ...
... lips Sackcloth , and in my breast a heaviness And weariness of life , that makes me ready To say to the dead abbots under us , Make room for me ! LONGFELLOW . Absence . Absence from home on distant journeying is a ( 18 ) Abbot. ...
Sida 42
... lip and face ! " But Chloe's sobs were balmy south , So the bee settled on her mouth ; And Chloe swoons as if she'd ... lips for a rose ! " Excuse so palpable and neat Exalted Chloe from her seat : " Ah Jane ! ( she cries ) put down the ...
... lip and face ! " But Chloe's sobs were balmy south , So the bee settled on her mouth ; And Chloe swoons as if she'd ... lips for a rose ! " Excuse so palpable and neat Exalted Chloe from her seat : " Ah Jane ! ( she cries ) put down the ...
Sida 44
... lip of pride ; And never king or conqueror's brow Wore higher look than his did now . He bent beneath the headsman's stroke With an uncovered eye , A wild shout from the numbers broke Who thronged to see him die . It was a people's loud ...
... lip of pride ; And never king or conqueror's brow Wore higher look than his did now . He bent beneath the headsman's stroke With an uncovered eye , A wild shout from the numbers broke Who thronged to see him die . It was a people's loud ...
Sida 46
... lip , Or as the prisoner cannot choose But stayes to take the whip ; Even so stood he all spent and gone , Solemnè deep possest ; Anon he walks aside , alone , And shewes his hearts molest . THE ITALIAN TAYLOR AND HIS BOYE . -In broken ...
... lip , Or as the prisoner cannot choose But stayes to take the whip ; Even so stood he all spent and gone , Solemnè deep possest ; Anon he walks aside , alone , And shewes his hearts molest . THE ITALIAN TAYLOR AND HIS BOYE . -In broken ...
Sida 94
... to warm . Around the sweet and child - like lips There played a heavenly smile , Though in her dark and lustrous eyes A tear - drop shone the while . And my own eyes were flowing too In silent agony 94 POETRY OF DREAMS . G.
... to warm . Around the sweet and child - like lips There played a heavenly smile , Though in her dark and lustrous eyes A tear - drop shone the while . And my own eyes were flowing too In silent agony 94 POETRY OF DREAMS . G.
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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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Sida 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...
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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!