The Poetry and Mystery of DreamsCharles Godfrey Leland |
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... dis- plays not only the memory alluded to , but also hidden powers which either slumber entirely during our waking hours , or are so subtle in their operation as to defy detec- tion . Should the former be the case , we INTRODUCTION .
... dis- plays not only the memory alluded to , but also hidden powers which either slumber entirely during our waking hours , or are so subtle in their operation as to defy detec- tion . Should the former be the case , we INTRODUCTION .
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... waking hours . The features of the loved who have long been parted from us either by accident or death , are thus renewed or revivified far more sympathetically than can be done by the most accurate portrait , while to the lover ...
... waking hours . The features of the loved who have long been parted from us either by accident or death , are thus renewed or revivified far more sympathetically than can be done by the most accurate portrait , while to the lover ...
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... ! -give me back my Father- land ! COUNT ALBERT VON SCHLIPPENBACH . Why must our souls thus love and thus be riven ? Return -- thy parting wakes mine agony ! HEMANS . Must I then , must I then from my home ( 19 ) Absence. ...
... ! -give me back my Father- land ! COUNT ALBERT VON SCHLIPPENBACH . Why must our souls thus love and thus be riven ? Return -- thy parting wakes mine agony ! HEMANS . Must I then , must I then from my home ( 19 ) Absence. ...
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... 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 .
... 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 .
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... a vision went , and saw From the low grave asunder breaking , A face of beauty , smiling like A baby's in the cradle waking . SOUTHEY . ALICE CAREY Church . To dream of entering a beautiful church is 70 POETRY OF DREAMS .
... a vision went , and saw From the low grave asunder breaking , A face of beauty , smiling like A baby's in the cradle waking . SOUTHEY . ALICE CAREY Church . To dream of entering a beautiful church is 70 POETRY OF DREAMS .
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ACHMET SEIRIM ALICE CAREY angels ARTEMIDORUS ASTRAMPSYCHIUS BAYARD TAYLOR beautiful Berkeley betokens bound in Morocco bower breath bright C. G. LELAND CALIFORNIA LIBRARY CHARLES G clouds dark dead death denotes doth Elegantly 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 kiss KLINGELberg lady land light lips Lurley maiden merry Methought morning Morocco Antique MOTHERWELL mountain muslin N. P. WILLIS ne'er never NICEPHORUS night o'er Oneirology presages rose round SARAH JOSEPHA HALE seemed silent sing sleep slept slumber song sorrow soul sound spirit stood strange stream sweet thee thine thou thought trees Turkey Morocco Twas UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA 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 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 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 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 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...
Page 234 - WHAT is more gentle than a wind in summer ? What is more soothing than the pretty hummer That stays one moment in an open flower, And buzzes cheerily from bower to bower ? What is more tranquil than a musk-rose blowing In a green island, far from all men's knowing ? More healthful than the leafiness of dales ? More secret than a nest of nightingales ? More serene than Cordelia's countenance ? More full of visions than a high romance...
Page 144 - The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring...
Page 250 - 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!