Lotus-eating: a Summer BookHarper & Brothers, 1852 - 206ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... seem worthy of your love . " The Rhine , after all , is the theme and mistress of romance and song -- although to many of us , that fame be only traditional . The Rhine songs , both those which directly celebrate its beauty , and those ...
... seem worthy of your love . " The Rhine , after all , is the theme and mistress of romance and song -- although to many of us , that fame be only traditional . The Rhine songs , both those which directly celebrate its beauty , and those ...
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George William Curtis. there are none lost in mist so far as to seem most distant were sharply drawn , purply cold , and rounded with foliage up the sides . Over the sum mit we went , and down the purple glen , toward the throbbing heart ...
George William Curtis. there are none lost in mist so far as to seem most distant were sharply drawn , purply cold , and rounded with foliage up the sides . Over the sum mit we went , and down the purple glen , toward the throbbing heart ...
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... seems inflated if not false . This want of direct pleasure and exhilaration in nature is a matter of regret , as would be the want of love for flowers . A man who has it is never friend- less . The wildest or rarest day flushing the ...
... seems inflated if not false . This want of direct pleasure and exhilaration in nature is a matter of regret , as would be the want of love for flowers . A man who has it is never friend- less . The wildest or rarest day flushing the ...
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... seems to have stepped back into the days when travelling was an event and not a habit , and when the necessity of moderation in speed imposed a corresponding leisure in enjoyment . Doubtless the railroad makes us move mentally , as well ...
... seems to have stepped back into the days when travelling was an event and not a habit , and when the necessity of moderation in speed imposed a corresponding leisure in enjoyment . Doubtless the railroad makes us move mentally , as well ...
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... seems to have steppeil back into the days when travelling was an event and not a habit , and when the necessity of moderation in speed imposed a corresponding leisure in enjoyment . Doubtless the railroad makes us move mentally , as ...
... seems to have steppeil back into the days when travelling was an event and not a habit , and when the necessity of moderation in speed imposed a corresponding leisure in enjoyment . Doubtless the railroad makes us move mentally , as ...
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166 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
93 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...
159 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; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how?
47 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
165 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.
198 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
201 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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?
161 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.
161 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... 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...
110 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 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.