The Poetry and Mystery of DreamsCharles Godfrey Leland E. H. Butler & Company, 1856 - 258 páginas |
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... dis- plays not only the memory alluded to , but also hidden powers which either slumber entirely during our waking hours , or are so subtle in their operation as to defy detec- tion . Should the former be the case , we X INTRODUCTION .
... dis- plays not only the memory alluded to , but also hidden powers which either slumber entirely during our waking hours , or are so subtle in their operation as to defy detec- tion . Should the former be the case , we X INTRODUCTION .
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... waking hours . The features of the loved who have long been parted from us either by accident or death , are thus renewed or revivified far more sympathetically than can be done by the most accurate portrait , while to the lover ...
... waking hours . The features of the loved who have long been parted from us either by accident or death , are thus renewed or revivified far more sympathetically than can be done by the most accurate portrait , while to the lover ...
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... ! -give me back my Father- land ! COUNT ALBERT VON SCHLIPPENBACH . Why must our souls thus love and thus be riven ? Return - thy parting wakes mine agony ! HEMANS . Must I then , must I then from my home ( 19 ) Absence. ...
... ! -give me back my Father- land ! COUNT ALBERT VON SCHLIPPENBACH . Why must our souls thus love and thus be riven ? Return - thy parting wakes mine agony ! HEMANS . Must I then , must I then from my home ( 19 ) Absence. ...
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... 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 .
... 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 .
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... a vision went , and saw From the low grave asunder breaking , A face of beauty , smiling like A baby's in the cradle waking . * SOUTHEY . ALICE CAREY . Church . To dream of entering a beautiful church is 10 POETRY OF DREAMS . 70.
... a vision went , and saw From the low grave asunder breaking , A face of beauty , smiling like A baby's in the cradle waking . * SOUTHEY . ALICE CAREY . Church . To dream of entering a beautiful church is 10 POETRY OF DREAMS . 70.
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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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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 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...
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 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 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 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 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 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!