Lotos-eating: a Summer BookR. Bentley, 1852 - 192 Seiten |
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... stories of Switzerland and Scotland , and through his words I saw the misty and snowy grandeur of each . Our way was straight over the gleaming river , by the open spaces of Nassau and the sunny slopes of the vineyards of the Schloss ...
... stories of Switzerland and Scotland , and through his words I saw the misty and snowy grandeur of each . Our way was straight over the gleaming river , by the open spaces of Nassau and the sunny slopes of the vineyards of the Schloss ...
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... story and had already commenced it , but the King of Prussia , who is fond of the classics , ordered the com- poser , who was the royal director of music , to write an overture and choruses for the Antigone . We have lost in that opera ...
... story and had already commenced it , but the King of Prussia , who is fond of the classics , ordered the com- poser , who was the royal director of music , to write an overture and choruses for the Antigone . We have lost in that opera ...
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... story , and the sentiments and memories of the spot brightened into significance with the increasing dawn . And as we stood there , too shivering to be sentimental - for the breath which lives " with Death and Morning on the Silver ...
... story , and the sentiments and memories of the spot brightened into significance with the increasing dawn . And as we stood there , too shivering to be sentimental - for the breath which lives " with Death and Morning on the Silver ...
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... story . Was it a poor prelude to Trenton ? I had not dreamed that the romance of the Poet's Lute and the Nightingale should be native to Oneida County no less than to Greece , and that its poet should be my callow charioteer , who may ...
... story . Was it a poor prelude to Trenton ? I had not dreamed that the romance of the Poet's Lute and the Nightingale should be native to Oneida County no less than to Greece , and that its poet should be my callow charioteer , who may ...
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... lap you lie , your friend's present praises are much clearer and more intelligible than his remembered raptures . Such a friend I met and we discussed Niagara . But as he told his story , I was placing the 68 LOTOS - EATING .
... lap you lie , your friend's present praises are much clearer and more intelligible than his remembered raptures . Such a friend I met and we discussed Niagara . But as he told his story , I was placing the 68 LOTOS - EATING .
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Alps American American Fall Aspasia beach beauty behold belle breath carriages Cataract Catskill charms cliffs climb clouds cold cool cottages Croesus dance dark delicate dream eyes Fall fancy fashion feel flashing float flowers foam foliage forest garden GEORGE WILLIAM CURTIS glide Goat Island golden graceful grandeur green haunt hear heart hills Hudson island Italy Jenny Lind John Bull Lake George landscape light look Lorelei melancholy midnight mind mist moonlight morning Mountain House Nahant natural never Newport Niagara night ocean palace piazza picturesque pleasant plunges poet ravine Rhine river roar rock rocky romance Saratoga scenery shore silence singing society solemn song spot spray steamer stream sublime summer sunset Swansdowne sweet Switzerland thee thou Tom Higgins trees Trenton twilight Undine vague vapours Venice vineyards watch wild wind wonder woods youth
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Seite 98 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
Seite 147 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright...
Seite 81 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath...
Seite 46 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Seite 151 - 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.
Seite 151 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Seite 147 - O, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas ! My heart beats loud and fast: Oh! press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last ! Very few, perhaps, are familiar with these lines — yet no less a poet than Shelley is their author.
Seite 148 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...
Seite 148 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Seite 113 - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave: And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.