The Poetry and Mystery of DreamsCharles Godfrey Leland E. H. Butler & Company, 1856 - 258 頁 |
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... tears of joy ran down his cheeks , his wife and loved ones gathered about him , and their blessings and praises sunk into his heart , and mingled with the even - hymn which rose like a golden cloud from the ocean of his soul . And he ...
... tears of joy ran down his cheeks , his wife and loved ones gathered about him , and their blessings and praises sunk into his heart , and mingled with the even - hymn which rose like a golden cloud from the ocean of his soul . And he ...
第 17 頁
... tears . Dreams , too , for those who mourn ; Of that blest realm which knows not care or pain , From whence the dead to vision land return , We meet again . Dreams unto us are given , To soothe the weary , and the heart - oppressed ; Oh ...
... tears . Dreams , too , for those who mourn ; Of that blest realm which knows not care or pain , From whence the dead to vision land return , We meet again . Dreams unto us are given , To soothe the weary , and the heart - oppressed ; Oh ...
第 18 頁
... tears his wan cheeks lave ; When yon firm fabric's overthrown , He'll only find his grave . C. REINHOLD . Ashes are on my head , and on my lips Sackcloth , and in my breast a heaviness And weariness of life , that makes me ready To say ...
... tears his wan cheeks lave ; When yon firm fabric's overthrown , He'll only find his grave . C. REINHOLD . Ashes are on my head , and on my lips Sackcloth , and in my breast a heaviness And weariness of life , that makes me ready To say ...
第 61 頁
... tears . C. G. LELAND . Brook - Rivulet . A brook running clearly and beautifully presages great pleasure in some company or assembly . If in a house , it denotes wealth . ACHMET SEIRIM . A DREAM of beauty ; of the laugh of waves , And ...
... tears . C. G. LELAND . Brook - Rivulet . A brook running clearly and beautifully presages great pleasure in some company or assembly . If in a house , it denotes wealth . ACHMET SEIRIM . A DREAM of beauty ; of the laugh of waves , And ...
第 64 頁
... tears came to my eye . " And sawest thou on the turrets The king and his royal bride ? And the wave of their crimson mantles ? And the golden crown of pride ? Led they not forth in rapture A beauteous maiden there ? Resplendent as the ...
... tears came to my eye . " And sawest thou on the turrets The king and his royal bride ? And the wave of their crimson mantles ? And the golden crown of pride ? Led they not forth in rapture A beauteous maiden there ? Resplendent as the ...
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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!