Poems & Tales: Much in the Manner of the Psychological AutobiographistsThe Literati, 1916 - 176 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 119
... Hath vanish'd from its earthly shrine And left the temple chill ; And shadowy phantoms , from above , Seem whispering thro ' the air : " You look not on the face you love --- ' Tis death who sleepeth there . " SO DROOPED THE GIRL Sing ...
... Hath vanish'd from its earthly shrine And left the temple chill ; And shadowy phantoms , from above , Seem whispering thro ' the air : " You look not on the face you love --- ' Tis death who sleepeth there . " SO DROOPED THE GIRL Sing ...
الصفحة 121
... hath left her spirit height , Like tree ' neath woodman's stroke ; Like bird with pinion broke ; In midway flight . " She faded down the sky , Singing such melting tone , That the wild lark , hov'ring high , Struck with strange melody ...
... hath left her spirit height , Like tree ' neath woodman's stroke ; Like bird with pinion broke ; In midway flight . " She faded down the sky , Singing such melting tone , That the wild lark , hov'ring high , Struck with strange melody ...
الصفحة 128
... hath fled beyond the sea , That thou may'st reign the queen of night : Arouse ! no cloud is in the skies ! No ripple on the tranquill lake ; Lift the fair lid which veils those eyes ! Sweet lady , wake ! --- fair lady , wake ! Once a ...
... hath fled beyond the sea , That thou may'st reign the queen of night : Arouse ! no cloud is in the skies ! No ripple on the tranquill lake ; Lift the fair lid which veils those eyes ! Sweet lady , wake ! --- fair lady , wake ! Once a ...
الصفحة 134
... hath now no girls nor boys ; Seeds of true knowledge now are sown ; Fancy gives place to thought- --- All are not men and women grown , But men and women taught ! Once legends pressed from mind to mind , In all their beauty undefined ...
... hath now no girls nor boys ; Seeds of true knowledge now are sown ; Fancy gives place to thought- --- All are not men and women grown , But men and women taught ! Once legends pressed from mind to mind , In all their beauty undefined ...
الصفحة 138
... That little twilight room to leave --- That flower - breath sweet ? are there not flowers As fair within the palace bowers ? So hath she felt their breath before -- So she may never feel it more ! She hears 138 OLD ROMANCE.
... That little twilight room to leave --- That flower - breath sweet ? are there not flowers As fair within the palace bowers ? So hath she felt their breath before -- So she may never feel it more ! She hears 138 OLD ROMANCE.
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Agatha altar appearance Argo barque beautiful beneath beneath the sky bosom bower breath bride bright broke brow Cimabue coffin cold crowd cul de sac dark dead dear death deck deep delight detective CAMERA doubt dreams dreary earth editor Epilepsy eyes face fair lady fairy fear feel finds the thorn flower Frederick Church Frisco gaze genius glorious hand hath head heart horror hour JAMES GAFFEEN lady light Lodbrogg look lute manner mind morning Mundists MUNDUS VULT DECIPI nature never night o'er o're once peculiar Phlegethon poems poet laureate Poetry prison Queen Rolph rose Schmidtz seemed shade ship silent SKY PILOT sleep slumber smile sorrow soul spirit stars step stood stream sweet swell Telcani thee things thots thou thru tomb turned Upas tree vessel Vitus Dance voice VULT DECIPI JMF wake wave wild wind wings words young
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الصفحة 92 - The eye wandered from object to object, and rested upon none — neither the grotesques of the Greek painters, nor the sculptures of the best Italian days, nor the huge carvings of untutored Egypt.
الصفحة 65 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
الصفحة 88 - At first my observations took an abstract and generalizing turn. I looked at the passengers in masses, and thought of them in their aggregate relations. Soon, however, I descended to details, and regarded with minute interest the innumerable varieties of figure, dress, air, gait, visage, and expression of countenance.
الصفحة 28 - ... a singularly dreary tract of country, and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. I know not how it was — but with the first glimpse of the building a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit.
الصفحة 28 - I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium, the bitter lapse into everyday life, the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart, an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime.
الصفحة 74 - this darkness which is palpable, and oppresses with a sense of suffocation — this — this — is — indeed death. This is death — this is death the terrible — death the holy. This is the death undergone by Regulus — and equally by Seneca.
الصفحة 92 - Rich draperies in every part of the room trembled to the vibration of low, melancholy music, whose origin was not to be discovered. The senses were oppressed by mingled and conflicting perfumes, reeking up from strange convolute censers, together with multitudinous flaring and flickering tongues of emerald and violet fire.
الصفحة 64 - A man of a polite imagination is let into a great many pleasures that the vulgar are not capable of receiving. He can converse with a picture, and find an agreeable companion in a statue. He meets with a secret refreshment in a description, and often feels a greater satisfaction in the prospect of fields and meadows than another does in the possession. It gives him, indeed, a kind of property in...
الصفحة 71 - A rapid change was now taking place in my sensations. The last shadows of connection flitted away from my meditations. A storm — a tempest of ideas, vast, novel, and soul-stirring, bore my spirit like a feather afar off. Confusion crowded upon confusion like a wave upon a wave. In a very short time Schelling himself would have been satisfied with my entire loss of selfidentity.
الصفحة 130 - Have left one trace of record here. Beneath this mouldering canopy Once shone the bright and busy eye; But start not at the dismal void: If social love that eye employed...