Lotos-eating: a Summer BookR. Bentley, 1852 - 192 páginas |
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... mind , like an unexpected and exquisite thought . I found a few late Spring - flowers this morning , upon the lawn , and welcomed them with Robert Herrick's Greeting to the Violets ; " Welcome , maids of honour , You do bring In the ...
... mind , like an unexpected and exquisite thought . I found a few late Spring - flowers this morning , upon the lawn , and welcomed them with Robert Herrick's Greeting to the Violets ; " Welcome , maids of honour , You do bring In the ...
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... roman- tic mood of mind , as a quotation will often suggest verses that haunt you all day long . And it is in this material that the Rhine is so rich . The Hudson , however , is larger and grander . 14 LOTOS - EATING .
... roman- tic mood of mind , as a quotation will often suggest verses that haunt you all day long . And it is in this material that the Rhine is so rich . The Hudson , however , is larger and grander . 14 LOTOS - EATING .
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... ears That in those days I heard . Thus fares it still in our decay , And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind . ” CATSKILL FALLS . A III . CATSKILL FALLS . JULY CATSKILL . 31.
... ears That in those days I heard . Thus fares it still in our decay , And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind . ” CATSKILL FALLS . A III . CATSKILL FALLS . JULY CATSKILL . 31.
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... mind into Clifford's vague and dreamy mood . Floating thus along the fascinating verge of slumber , I opened my eyes upon the placid picturesqueness of the actual landscape , and anon closed them to behold , instantly , the enchanted ...
... mind into Clifford's vague and dreamy mood . Floating thus along the fascinating verge of slumber , I opened my eyes upon the placid picturesqueness of the actual landscape , and anon closed them to behold , instantly , the enchanted ...
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... mind to remark that whenever you descended to particulars , as to hours , and numbers , and carriages , these romances instantly reeled away into the most astonishing vague- ness , and while you fancied one moment that you almost heard ...
... mind to remark that whenever you descended to particulars , as to hours , and numbers , and carriages , these romances instantly reeled away into the most astonishing vague- ness , and while you fancied one moment that you almost heard ...
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Página 98 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
Página 147 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright...
Página 81 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath...
Página 46 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Página 151 - 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.
Página 151 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Página 147 - O, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas ! My heart beats loud and fast: Oh! press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last ! Very few, perhaps, are familiar with these lines — yet no less a poet than Shelley is their author.
Página 148 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...
Página 148 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Página 113 - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave: And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.