The Poetry and Mystery of DreamsCharles Godfrey Leland E. H. Butler & Company, 1856 - 258 páginas |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 14
Página 9
... antique oracles are dumb , and even dreams and visions are no longer regarded as prophetic of coming weal or woe , it is only as a humble dependant on the magic of poesy and art , that the whilome soothsayer is allowed to dazzle with ...
... antique oracles are dumb , and even dreams and visions are no longer regarded as prophetic of coming weal or woe , it is only as a humble dependant on the magic of poesy and art , that the whilome soothsayer is allowed to dazzle with ...
Página 25
... antique , rare , and costly objects , presages some happy event — the arrival of a dear friend , or a fortu- nate and unexpected discovery . NICHOLAUS VON KLINGELBERG . CASES of rare medallions , coins antique Found in the dust of ...
... antique , rare , and costly objects , presages some happy event — the arrival of a dear friend , or a fortu- nate and unexpected discovery . NICHOLAUS VON KLINGELBERG . CASES of rare medallions , coins antique Found in the dust of ...
Página 31
... me stood an arch- A pointed ogive - framed in carvings quaint , Whose sabred sides rose from an antique base , En - niching in their course full many a saint Or demon grim , whom age had worn alike ; POETRY OF DREAMS . 31.
... me stood an arch- A pointed ogive - framed in carvings quaint , Whose sabred sides rose from an antique base , En - niching in their course full many a saint Or demon grim , whom age had worn alike ; POETRY OF DREAMS . 31.
Página 71
... , the massive gate . I enter the chapel , and look for My ancestor's hallowed grave ; ' Tis here , and on yonder pillar , Is hanging his antique glaive . CROSWELL . To dream of cities full of inhabitants and showing signs ( 71 ) Church. ...
... , the massive gate . I enter the chapel , and look for My ancestor's hallowed grave ; ' Tis here , and on yonder pillar , Is hanging his antique glaive . CROSWELL . To dream of cities full of inhabitants and showing signs ( 71 ) Church. ...
Página 273
... Antique , Turkey Morocco , or muslin gilt . 1 vol . royal 8vo . II . Read's Female Ports of America . ( SIXTH EDITION , THOROUGHLY REVISED . ) THE FEMALE POETS OF AMERICA ; WITH BIOGRAPHICAL NOTICES AND SPECIMENS OF THEIR WRTINGS . BY ...
... Antique , Turkey Morocco , or muslin gilt . 1 vol . royal 8vo . II . Read's Female Ports of America . ( SIXTH EDITION , THOROUGHLY REVISED . ) THE FEMALE POETS OF AMERICA ; WITH BIOGRAPHICAL NOTICES AND SPECIMENS OF THEIR WRTINGS . BY ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...