Lotus-eating: a Summer BookHarper & Brothers, 1854 - 206 sider |
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Side 16
... hills and rambled and stumbled by moon- light among the ruins . The feeling of that evening was of the nameless sadness which is always born of moonlight in spots of romantic association . Yet it would not be possible to experience ...
... hills and rambled and stumbled by moon- light among the ruins . The feeling of that evening was of the nameless sadness which is always born of moonlight in spots of romantic association . Yet it would not be possible to experience ...
Side 18
... - like , and stand like small sentries upon small hills commanding the en- trances to small valleys . But they are interesting enough to make their own traditions , even better than those you read in Mur- 18 LOTUS - EATING .
... - like , and stand like small sentries upon small hills commanding the en- trances to small valleys . But they are interesting enough to make their own traditions , even better than those you read in Mur- 18 LOTUS - EATING .
Side 19
... hills , as if they were sullen , and would not reveal their charms to a hasty stare , can have but faint idea of the tranquil and romantic beauty of the river . A river is the coyest of friends . You must love it and live with it before ...
... hills , as if they were sullen , and would not reveal their charms to a hasty stare , can have but faint idea of the tranquil and romantic beauty of the river . A river is the coyest of friends . You must love it and live with it before ...
Side 23
... hills . The Danube has , in parts , glimpses of such grandeur . The Elbe has sometimes such delicately pencilled effects . But no European river is so lordly in its bearing , none flows in such state to the sea . Of all our rivers that ...
... hills . The Danube has , in parts , glimpses of such grandeur . The Elbe has sometimes such delicately pencilled effects . But no European river is so lordly in its bearing , none flows in such state to the sea . Of all our rivers that ...
Side 24
... hills , as the evening breeze runs after them , enamored , and they fly , taking my fascinated eyes captive , far and far away , until they glimmer like ghosts and strand my sight upon the distance . These tranquil evening reveries are ...
... hills , as the evening breeze runs after them , enamored , and they fly , taking my fascinated eyes captive , far and far away , until they glimmer like ghosts and strand my sight upon the distance . These tranquil evening reveries are ...
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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...