The Poetry and Mystery of DreamsCharles Godfrey Leland |
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... sweet delusions , but they have in every age existed to such a degree that the world has never wanted races who held with religious faith that " -Departed spirits at their will Could from the Land of Souls pass to and fro , Coming to us ...
... sweet delusions , but they have in every age existed to such a degree that the world has never wanted races who held with religious faith that " -Departed spirits at their will Could from the Land of Souls pass to and fro , Coming to us ...
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... sweet Guardian flew over the world with his sister the Dream . Far and wide they spread their gentle influ- ence , and the hearts of life - weary mortals were rejoiced . But the soft breathings of the Dream Angel fell not alike on all ...
... sweet Guardian flew over the world with his sister the Dream . Far and wide they spread their gentle influ- ence , and the hearts of life - weary mortals were rejoiced . But the soft breathings of the Dream Angel fell not alike on all ...
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... sweet Dream came like a soft summer shower upon the parched and dusty fields ; and as he dreamed , he saw the green corn rising in goodly ranks , and gazed with joy upon the soft small ears , which , at first no larger than flower ...
... sweet Dream came like a soft summer shower upon the parched and dusty fields ; and as he dreamed , he saw the green corn rising in goodly ranks , and gazed with joy upon the soft small ears , which , at first no larger than flower ...
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... sweet music breathing in their tone , In balmy sleep . Dreams for the broken - hearted ; Glad angel - tones arise from the dim past , Telling of hours that have long since departed , Too bright to last . Dreams for the stained of crime ...
... sweet music breathing in their tone , In balmy sleep . Dreams for the broken - hearted ; Glad angel - tones arise from the dim past , Telling of hours that have long since departed , Too bright to last . Dreams for the stained of crime ...
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... sweet , Thine own love , thine own love I'll be ! In a year , in a year when the vintage hath come , Again I'll be here by thy side . If thou'rt true to me , true to me , true to me then , We'll be happy as bridegroom and bride . In a ...
... sweet , Thine own love , thine own love I'll be ! In a year , in a year when the vintage hath come , Again I'll be here by thy side . If thou'rt true to me , true to me , true to me then , We'll be happy as bridegroom and bride . In a ...
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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!