The Poetry and Mystery of DreamsCharles Godfrey Leland E. H. Butler & Company, 1856 - 258 頁 |
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第 14 頁
... night waned their dream grew dim , and the outer influences of life gently closed about them and drew them back to the world and to the body , even as the corolla of the night - flower closes about it , and shuts from its gaze its best ...
... night waned their dream grew dim , and the outer influences of life gently closed about them and drew them back to the world and to the body , even as the corolla of the night - flower closes about it , and shuts from its gaze its best ...
第 18 頁
... night wind sweeps , His heart knows joy no more . No more he hears - no more he sees ; A long staff guides his way ; What seeks he there ? -why brave the breeze ? He counts the graves , they say . And ever as he counts , it seems As ...
... night wind sweeps , His heart knows joy no more . No more he hears - no more he sees ; A long staff guides his way ; What seeks he there ? -why brave the breeze ? He counts the graves , they say . And ever as he counts , it seems As ...
第 25 頁
... night In Pompeii , beneath its lava - tides : Clusters of arms , the spoil of ancient wars , Old scymitars of true Damascus brand , Short swords with basket - hilts to guard the hand , And iron casques with rusty visor - bars : Lances ...
... night In Pompeii , beneath its lava - tides : Clusters of arms , the spoil of ancient wars , Old scymitars of true Damascus brand , Short swords with basket - hilts to guard the hand , And iron casques with rusty visor - bars : Lances ...
第 26 頁
... saw an 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 .
... saw an 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 .
第 27 頁
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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第 206 頁 - 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...
第 145 頁 - 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...
第 225 頁 - 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.
第 83 頁 - 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.
第 211 頁 - 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...
第 88 頁 - 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.
第 142 頁 - 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...
第 88 頁 - 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...
第 62 頁 - 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.
第 249 頁 - 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!