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... We meet again . Dreams unto us are given , To soothe the weary , and the heart - oppressed ; Oh ! realm of visions , poised ' twixt earth and heaven , We call thee blest ! 2 * W. R. HART . ( 17 ) Abbot . " If you dream of an abbot ,
... We meet again . Dreams unto us are given , To soothe the weary , and the heart - oppressed ; Oh ! realm of visions , poised ' twixt earth and heaven , We call thee blest ! 2 * W. R. HART . ( 17 ) Abbot . " If you dream of an abbot ,
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... earth , For ever fresh and fine , GERMAN DREAM BOOK . A heavenly worldliness , mortality divine ! When eastern skies , the sea , and misty plain Illumined slowly , doff their nightly shrouds , And Heaven's bright archer , Morn , begins ...
... earth , For ever fresh and fine , GERMAN DREAM BOOK . A heavenly worldliness , mortality divine ! When eastern skies , the sea , and misty plain Illumined slowly , doff their nightly shrouds , And Heaven's bright archer , Morn , begins ...
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... earth , and all therein ; The ships that on the sea do swim , To guard from foes that none come in ; And let them do all that they can , ' Tis but for one end - the use of man . So I wish in heaven his soul may dwell , That first found ...
... earth , and all therein ; The ships that on the sea do swim , To guard from foes that none come in ; And let them do all that they can , ' Tis but for one end - the use of man . So I wish in heaven his soul may dwell , That first found ...
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... shadows dimmed earth and sky , Darkness , in vapors apparelled , drew near , Bearing strange sounds to the slumberer's ear , And visions to mock his eye . Night bears on her forehead a frown ; The hurricane's POETRY OF DREAMS . 67.
... shadows dimmed earth and sky , Darkness , in vapors apparelled , drew near , Bearing strange sounds to the slumberer's ear , And visions to mock his eye . Night bears on her forehead a frown ; The hurricane's POETRY OF DREAMS . 67.
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... earth . Prayer in the holy house of GOD ; Hearts of humility , penitent tears- Hopes of forgiveness contending with fears ; And thoughts of the grave's green sod . A vision of future delight : Beauty in all things , and all things in ...
... earth . Prayer in the holy house of GOD ; Hearts of humility , penitent tears- Hopes of forgiveness contending with fears ; And thoughts of the grave's green sod . A vision of future delight : Beauty in all things , and all things in ...
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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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Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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!