The Poetry and Mystery of DreamsCharles Godfrey Leland |
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... King Siegfried of old was a blacksmith bold , And well on the iron could pound ; With his very first blow , he drove , I'm told , The anvil into the ground : Round , round , into the ground , And beat his hammer flat ; No man alive but ...
... King Siegfried of old was a blacksmith bold , And well on the iron could pound ; With his very first blow , he drove , I'm told , The anvil into the ground : Round , round , into the ground , And beat his hammer flat ; No man alive but ...
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... king , That of the Lord's Deliverance ! LONGFELLOW . Battle . To dream of battles , of armies marching in ranks , of weapons , fortifications , and of anything pertaining to wars , is an evil sign to those loving , and to all save ...
... king , That of the Lord's Deliverance ! LONGFELLOW . Battle . To dream of battles , of armies marching in ranks , of weapons , fortifications , and of anything pertaining to wars , is an evil sign to those loving , and to all save ...
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... KING HENRY IV . Comes a wild and fearful dream , Of a dark plain - corse , encumbered , By a roaring bloodstained stream ; Ever hear I night - wind moaning Mid the cannon - broken trees , Ever hear a dreary groaning Wafted on the sulph ...
... KING HENRY IV . Comes a wild and fearful dream , Of a dark plain - corse , encumbered , By a roaring bloodstained stream ; Ever hear I night - wind moaning Mid the cannon - broken trees , Ever hear a dreary groaning Wafted on the sulph ...
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... King Cambrinus slept , And dreaming of his thirsty realm the merry monarch wept , " In all my land of Netherland there grows no mead or wine , And water I could never coax adown this throat of mine . " Now list to me , ye heathen gods ...
... King Cambrinus slept , And dreaming of his thirsty realm the merry monarch wept , " In all my land of Netherland there grows no mead or wine , And water I could never coax adown this throat of mine . " Now list to me , ye heathen gods ...
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... king Cambrinus and shook him in the sun . " Away , ye wretched heathen gods — with you I'm quit and done ! Ye've left me with my subjects in error and in thirst ; Till in our dreadful dryness we scarce know which is worst . " It was the ...
... king Cambrinus and shook him in the sun . " Away , ye wretched heathen gods — with you I'm quit and done ! Ye've left me with my subjects in error and in thirst ; Till in our dreadful dryness we scarce know which is worst . " It was the ...
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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 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 66 - HENCE, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn, 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings And the night-raven sings ; There under ebon shades, and low-browed rocks As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
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 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 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 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 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...