Lotus-eating: a Summer BookR. Bentley, 1852 - 192 ページ |
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... That will not from my thought . The air grows cool and darkles , The Rhine flows calmly on , The mountain summit sparkles In the light of the setting sun . There sits in soft reclining A maiden wondrous fair , 12 LOTOS - EATING .
... That will not from my thought . The air grows cool and darkles , The Rhine flows calmly on , The mountain summit sparkles In the light of the setting sun . There sits in soft reclining A maiden wondrous fair , 12 LOTOS - EATING .
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... cool , constant patter of the dew - drops where our sharp prow cuts the river . A little above Poughkeepsie the river bends , and the finest point is gained . It is a foreground of cultivated and foliaged hills of great variety of ...
... cool , constant patter of the dew - drops where our sharp prow cuts the river . A little above Poughkeepsie the river bends , and the finest point is gained . It is a foreground of cultivated and foliaged hills of great variety of ...
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... cool and strong as we landed at Catskill . We were huddled ashore rapidly , the board was pulled in , and the " New World " disappeared . I proposed riding up to the Mountain House on the out- side of the coach , but Olde smiled and ...
... cool and strong as we landed at Catskill . We were huddled ashore rapidly , the board was pulled in , and the " New World " disappeared . I proposed riding up to the Mountain House on the out- side of the coach , but Olde smiled and ...
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... cool inside the coach ; but without , the wind was in high frolic with the rain , and through the slightest crevice the wily witch dashed us with her missiles , cool but very wet . Then the showers swept along a little , and we threw up ...
... cool inside the coach ; but without , the wind was in high frolic with the rain , and through the slightest crevice the wily witch dashed us with her missiles , cool but very wet . Then the showers swept along a little , and we threw up ...
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... cool , bright fingers , and how their austerity burned and blushed under that caressing , until the sunrise overwhelmed them with rosy flame , and they flashed perfect day far over Switzerland ; and hours afterward , when day was old ...
... cool , bright fingers , and how their austerity burned and blushed under that caressing , until the sunrise overwhelmed them with rosy flame , and they flashed perfect day far over Switzerland ; and hours afterward , when day was old ...
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Alps American American Fall beach beauty behold breath carriages Cataract Catskill charms cliffs climb clouds cool cottages Croesus dance dark delicate dream eyes Fall fancy fashion feel flashing floated flowers foam foliage garden GEORGE WILLIAM CURTIS glide Goat Island golden graceful grandeur green haunt hear heart hills Hudson island Italy Jenny Lind 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 remember Rhine RICHARD BENTLEY river roar rocks rocky romance Saratoga scenery scorn scudding shore silence singing society song spot spray steamer storm stream sublime summer sunset surf 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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94 ページ - 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, —...
141 ページ - 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...
77 ページ - 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...
42 ページ - 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.
145 ページ - 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.
145 ページ - 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.
141 ページ - 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.
142 ページ - 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...
142 ページ - 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.
109 ページ - 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.