Lotus-eating: a Summer BookHarper & Brothers, 1852 - 206 Seiten |
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Seite 134
... Southern Italian loveliness . And on the shores near the town of Como , among the garden paths or hills that overhang the villas , you may look from the embrace of Italy straight at the eternal snow - peaks of Switzerland - as if 134 ...
... Southern Italian loveliness . And on the shores near the town of Como , among the garden paths or hills that overhang the villas , you may look from the embrace of Italy straight at the eternal snow - peaks of Switzerland - as if 134 ...
Seite 154
... southern . The winds blow cool over Nahant , and you think of the North Sea , and Norsemen , and Vi- kings , and listen to the bracing winds as to Sagas . Yet , if a man had any work to do , Nahant opens its arms to him , and folds him ...
... southern . The winds blow cool over Nahant , and you think of the North Sea , and Norsemen , and Vi- kings , and listen to the bracing winds as to Sagas . Yet , if a man had any work to do , Nahant opens its arms to him , and folds him ...
Seite 165
... southern re- sort for the summer . The old Bellevue , and the present Touro House , then Whitfield's , sufficed for the strangers . It was before the Polka - before the days of music after dinner - and when the word " hop " was unknown ...
... southern re- sort for the summer . The old Bellevue , and the present Touro House , then Whitfield's , sufficed for the strangers . It was before the Polka - before the days of music after dinner - and when the word " hop " was unknown ...
Seite 179
... southern sea and the air that breathes over it is soft and warm . Its climate is an Italian air . These are Mediterranean days . They have the luxurious languor of the South . Only the mo- notonous and melancholy coast reminds you that ...
... southern sea and the air that breathes over it is soft and warm . Its climate is an Italian air . These are Mediterranean days . They have the luxurious languor of the South . Only the mo- notonous and melancholy coast reminds you that ...
Seite 181
... southern shore of the mainland , and by the light - house upon Beaver - Tail pass the sloops and schooners heading toward Long Island Sound . It is not a friendly coast ; for at a little distance in the sea the waves break and foam over ...
... southern shore of the mainland , and by the light - house upon Beaver - Tail pass the sloops and schooners heading toward Long Island Sound . It is not a friendly coast ; for at a little distance in the sea the waves break and foam over ...
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Seite 166 - 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. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Seite 93 - 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 159 - 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; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how?
Seite 47 - Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height: What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang) In height and cold, the splendour of the hills? But cease to move so near the Heavens, and cease To glide a sunbeam by the blasted Pine, To sit a star upon the sparkling spire; And come, for Love is of the valley, come, For Love is of the valley, come thou down And find him...
Seite 165 - 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 198 - The outward shows of sky and earth, Of hill and valley, he has viewed; And impulses of deeper birth Have come to him in solitude. In common things that round us lie Some random truths he can impart, —The harvest of a quiet eye That broods and sleeps on his own heart...
Seite 201 - The western wind was wild and dank wi' foam. And all alone went she. The creeping tide came up along the sand, And o'er and o'er the sand. And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see ; The blinding mist came down and hid the land — And never home came she. "Oh, is it weed, or fish, or floating hair — A tress o' golden hair, O' drowned maiden's hair, Above the nets at sea?
Seite 161 - 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 161 - ... 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...
Seite 110 - 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 hadst 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.