The Poetry and Mystery of DreamsCharles Godfrey Leland E. H. Butler & Company, 1856 - 258 páginas |
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... stream , Then sweep away and die with a low wail ; Then come again . I've heard thee wake with touch refined , The viewless harp strings of the wind , When on my ears their soft tones fell , Sweet as the voice of Israfel . CROLY . HENRY ...
... stream , Then sweep away and die with a low wail ; Then come again . I've heard thee wake with touch refined , The viewless harp strings of the wind , When on my ears their soft tones fell , Sweet as the voice of Israfel . CROLY . HENRY ...
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... stream ; Ever hear I night - wind moaning Mid the cannon - broken trees , Ever hear a dreary groaning Wafted on the sulph'ry breeze ; And amid the dead and dying , One pale face alarms me yet ; Mid the maddened horses lying , One that I ...
... stream ; Ever hear I night - wind moaning Mid the cannon - broken trees , Ever hear a dreary groaning Wafted on the sulph'ry breeze ; And amid the dead and dying , One pale face alarms me yet ; Mid the maddened horses lying , One that I ...
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... happier far , And never awoke again . Bride ! upon thy marriage day , When the gems in rich array Made the glistening mirror seem As a star reflecting stream ; STODDARD . Did the fluttering of thy breath Speak of joy or ( 59 ) Bride. ...
... happier far , And never awoke again . Bride ! upon thy marriage day , When the gems in rich array Made the glistening mirror seem As a star reflecting stream ; STODDARD . Did the fluttering of thy breath Speak of joy or ( 59 ) Bride. ...
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... stream ; And the day grows rich as night steals on , like hopes More brightly blooming ' neath Death's sable hour . REV . G. HUNTINGTON . -Hence , loathed Melancholy , Of Cerberus , and blackest 6 * POETRY OF DREAMS . 65 "Well saw I the ...
... stream ; And the day grows rich as night steals on , like hopes More brightly blooming ' neath Death's sable hour . REV . G. HUNTINGTON . -Hence , loathed Melancholy , Of Cerberus , and blackest 6 * POETRY OF DREAMS . 65 "Well saw I the ...
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... stream , along the streets , — Saw its cathedrals vast , its palaces , Its marts o'erladen with the Indies ' spoils , Its galleys rocking in the crowded bays , —— Heard its loud hum by day , its airs by night Struck from guitars , that ...
... stream , along the streets , — Saw its cathedrals vast , its palaces , Its marts o'erladen with the Indies ' spoils , Its galleys rocking in the crowded bays , —— Heard its loud hum by day , its airs by night Struck from guitars , that ...
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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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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...