 | Caroline Sheridan Norton - 1851 - 144 sider
...sung as it was written, and the original of which is perhaps unknown to half those who sing it : " I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how? To thy chamber-window, Swcet !" She murmured the words to herself restlessly. She longed to go down... | |
 | Victor von Arentsschild - 1851 - 588 sider
...Äüflen Äuffed bu mii) nitfit? LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I arise from dreams of thee In the first eweet 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?... | |
 | George William Curtis - 1852 - 214 sider
...night, — and last of all, a wild, sweet, pensive strain, for which surely Shelley meant his lines : " I arise from dreams of thee, In the first sweet sleep...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 ?... | |
 | M. Edgeworth Lazarus - 1852 - 358 sider
...LOVE, MY DOVE, MY UNUEFILED, FOB MY HEAD IS FILLED WITH DEW, AND MY LOCKS WITH THE DROPS OF TIIE NIGHT. I arise from dreams of thee, In the first sweet sleep...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... | |
 | George William Curtis - 1852 - 216 sider
...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 howl To thy chamber window, sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream —... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 522 sider
...popular view — is afforded by the following exquisite little Serenade : I arise from dreams of thce 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 ?... | |
 | 1853 - 454 sider
...FOURTEENTH CENTURY BY JONATHAN FREKE SLINGSBY. CHAPTEB V. " I arise from dreams of thce In the lirst bweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright. I arise from dreams of thec, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how ?... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 766 sider
...Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight No more — oh, never more ! LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...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?... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1855 - 770 sider
...Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight No more — oh, never more ! LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breaching low. And the stars are shining bright. I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet... | |
 | Elbridge Gerry Paige - 1857 - 362 sider
...where all is harmony and love, and where discord never ean enter. So mote it be ! OK DREAMS. TEXT. — I arise from dreams of thee, In the first sweet sleep...And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how ? To thy chamber window, sweet. MY HEARERS — there is a mystery about dreams which I cannot understand,... | |
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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? 
