The Poetry and Mystery of DreamsCharles Godfrey Leland E. H. Butler & Company, 1856 - 258 páginas |
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... Methought this streame did drowne the cruell Bore , In little space it grew so deepe and brode : But he had killed the Bull and Swan before . Besides all this I saw an uglie Tode Crale towards me , on which methought I trode : But what ...
... Methought this streame did drowne the cruell Bore , In little space it grew so deepe and brode : But he had killed the Bull and Swan before . Besides all this I saw an uglie Tode Crale towards me , on which methought I trode : But what ...
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Charles Godfrey Leland. I had a dream last night of Noah's ark , Methought I saw the beasts go two by two Up a long plank and into their abode . First came the nobler brutes , and then in turn , By mild gradation walked the viler sort ...
Charles Godfrey Leland. I had a dream last night of Noah's ark , Methought I saw the beasts go two by two Up a long plank and into their abode . First came the nobler brutes , and then in turn , By mild gradation walked the viler sort ...
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... Methought they did mee beate and binde , And tooke my bow mee fro ; Iff I be Robin alive in this lande , Ile be wroken ( revenged ) on them two . Dreames are swift , master , quoth John , As the wind blowes ore the hill ; For if itt be ...
... Methought they did mee beate and binde , And tooke my bow mee fro ; Iff I be Robin alive in this lande , Ile be wroken ( revenged ) on them two . Dreames are swift , master , quoth John , As the wind blowes ore the hill ; For if itt be ...
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... Methought , within a desert cave , Cold , dark , and solemn as the grave , I suddenly awoke . It seemed of sable night , the cell ; Where , save when from the ceiling fell An oozing drop , her silent spell No sound had ever broke . i.e. ...
... Methought , within a desert cave , Cold , dark , and solemn as the grave , I suddenly awoke . It seemed of sable night , the cell ; Where , save when from the ceiling fell An oozing drop , her silent spell No sound had ever broke . i.e. ...
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... Methought I was content . Months then and years were crowded In the course of that busy night ; I clasped a baby to my breast , And , oh ! with what delight ! * * * For he too in the dreams of night At the altar had seemed to stand ...
... Methought I was content . Months then and years were crowded In the course of that busy night ; I clasped a baby to my breast , And , oh ! with what delight ! * * * For he too in the dreams of night At the altar had seemed to stand ...
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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 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 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 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...
Página 234 - WHAT is more gentle than a wind in summer ? What is more soothing than the pretty hummer That stays one moment in an open flower, And buzzes cheerily from bower to bower ? What is more tranquil than a musk-rose blowing In a green island, far from all men's knowing ? More healthful than the leafiness of dales ? More secret than a nest of nightingales ? More serene than Cordelia's countenance ? More full of visions than a high romance...
Página 144 - The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring...
Página 250 - 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!