Lotus-eating: a Summer BookHarper & Brothers, 1854 - 206 sider |
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Side 21
... floating by , He sees not the cliffs before him , He only looks on high . Ah ! round him the dark waves flinging Their arms , draw him slowly down , - And this with her wild , sweet singing The Lorelei has done . Mendelssohn was to have ...
... floating by , He sees not the cliffs before him , He only looks on high . Ah ! round him the dark waves flinging Their arms , draw him slowly down , - And this with her wild , sweet singing The Lorelei has done . Mendelssohn was to have ...
Side 22
... float at evening or morning along its shores , following the wildest whim of fancy , with Uhland in one pocket and a flasche of Rüdesheimer in the other , dozing away the noon in the coolest corner of some old ruin , and dreaming of ...
... float at evening or morning along its shores , following the wildest whim of fancy , with Uhland in one pocket and a flasche of Rüdesheimer in the other , dozing away the noon in the coolest corner of some old ruin , and dreaming of ...
Side 23
... - ness , that guard the entrance of the Highlands , near West Point , I " would be a merman bold , " to float on the last ray through that mysterious gate to the soft- est shadow in Cro ' Nest , where , if. THE HUDSON AND THE RHINE . 23.
... - ness , that guard the entrance of the Highlands , near West Point , I " would be a merman bold , " to float on the last ray through that mysterious gate to the soft- est shadow in Cro ' Nest , where , if. THE HUDSON AND THE RHINE . 23.
Side 60
... Floating thus along the fascinating verge of slumber , I opened my eyes upon the placid pictu- resqueness of the actual landscape , and anon closed them to behold , instantly , the enchanted scenery of sleep . It was a meet approach to ...
... Floating thus along the fascinating verge of slumber , I opened my eyes upon the placid pictu- resqueness of the actual landscape , and anon closed them to behold , instantly , the enchanted scenery of sleep . It was a meet approach to ...
Side 95
... mind as the sparkling vapor floats , a rainbow , around the reality . It is in the flowers that grow quietly along the edges of the precipices , to the slightest of which one drop of the clouds of spray that curl. NIAGARA . 95.
... mind as the sparkling vapor floats , a rainbow , around the reality . It is in the flowers that grow quietly along the edges of the precipices , to the slightest of which one drop of the clouds of spray that curl. NIAGARA . 95.
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Alps American American Fall beach beauty breath carriages Cataract Catskill charms choly cliffs climb clouds cold cool cottages Croesus dance dark delicate dream fall fancy fashion feel flashing float flowers foam foliage forest garden glide Goat Island golden graceful grandeur green Gulf Stream haunt hear heart hills Hudson Island Italy Jenny Lind John Bull Lake George landscape lawn light look Lorelei melan 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 soft song spectacle splendor spot spray steamer stream sublime summer sunset Swansdowne sweet Switzerland thee thou Tom Higgins trees Trenton Undine vague vapors Venice vineyards watch wild wind wonder woods youth
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Side 91 - 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...
Side 108 - 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.
Side 45 - 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...
Side 158 - 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.
Side 201 - Mary, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, And call the cattle home Across the sands of Dee!
Side 159 - 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.
Side 163 - 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.
Side 159 - ... 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...
Side 153 - From each cave and rocky fastness, In its vastness, Floats some fragment of a song : From the far-off isles enchanted, Heaven has planted With the golden fruit of Truth ; From the flashing surf, whose vision Gleams Elysian In the tropic clime of Youth...
Side 45 - Nor find him dropt upon the firths of ice That huddling slant in furrow-cloven falls To roll the torrent out of dusky doors. But follow; let the torrent dance thee down To find him in the valley; let the wild Lean-headed eagles yelp alone...