Lotus-eating: a Summer BookR. Bentley, 1852 - 192ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... eyes . The railroad will answer to deliver legislators at Al- bany , although which " side up " is a little uncertain . But the traveller who loves the law of beauty and pur- sues pleasure , will take the steamer and secure silence ...
... eyes . The railroad will answer to deliver legislators at Al- bany , although which " side up " is a little uncertain . But the traveller who loves the law of beauty and pur- sues pleasure , will take the steamer and secure silence ...
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... eye Back upon the days gone by , Saddening thoughts of friends come o'er me , Friends , who closed their course before me . Yet what binds us friend to friend But that soul with soul can blend ? Soul - like were those hours of yore ...
... eye Back upon the days gone by , Saddening thoughts of friends come o'er me , Friends , who closed their course before me . Yet what binds us friend to friend But that soul with soul can blend ? Soul - like were those hours of yore ...
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... eyes captive , far and far away , until they glimmer like ghosts and strand my sight upon the distance . These tranquil evening reveries are the seed of such beautiful and characteristic harvests as the Hudson tales of the Sketch Book ...
... eyes captive , far and far away , until they glimmer like ghosts and strand my sight upon the distance . These tranquil evening reveries are the seed of such beautiful and characteristic harvests as the Hudson tales of the Sketch Book ...
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... eye and sallow complexion , his nervous motion and concentrated expression , and withal accoutred for travelling in blue over - coat with gilt buttons , dark pantaloons , patent leather boots , and silk vest hung with charms , chains ...
... eye and sallow complexion , his nervous motion and concentrated expression , and withal accoutred for travelling in blue over - coat with gilt buttons , dark pantaloons , patent leather boots , and silk vest hung with charms , chains ...
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... eyes slide along the gentle green banks , as we meditate American manners and the extremes that meet in our characteristics . Poughkeepsie a train darts along the shore , rattling over the stones on the water's edge , and rolling with ...
... eyes slide along the gentle green banks , as we meditate American manners and the extremes that meet in our characteristics . Poughkeepsie a train darts along the shore , rattling over the stones on the water's edge , and rolling with ...
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94 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.