And Siegfried became a monarch of might,
And so you may clearly see,
If a man would rise in power and height,
A blacksmith he first must be:
Smack, smack! with many a crack,
As he hammers the spade and plough;
For so did Tubal Cain of old,
And he must do so now.
Large fair apples are a good sign for him, or for her, who is in love. Sour apples signify strife and discord. The scholar who dreams of apples will make great progress in wisdom.
AT length she said, that in a slumber sound,
She dreamed a dream of walking in a wood—
A wood "obscure" like that where Dante found
Himself in at the age when all grow good, * * *
And that this wood was full of pleasant fruits,
And trees of goodly growth and spreading roots.
And in the midst A GOLDEN APPLE grew,—
A most prodigious pippin,—but it hung
Rather too high and distant, that she threw
Her glances on it, and then longing, flung
Stones and whatever she could pick up, to
Bring down the fruit, which still perversely clung
To its own bough, and dangled yet in sight,
But always at a most provoking height.
But all are empty, unsubstantial shades
That ramble through those visionary glades;
No spongy fruits from verdant trees depend,
But sickly orchards there
Do fruits as sickly bear,
And APPLES a consumptive visage shew,
And withered hangs the whortleberry blue.
To dream of apricots presages a gentle sunny life, free from the world's harsher influences, and blessed with happiness, wealth and friendship.
OH what a life is mine!
A life of light and mirth,
The sensuous life of earth,
For ever fresh and fine,
A heavenly worldliness, mortality divine!
When eastern skies, the sea, and misty plain
Illumined slowly, doff their nightly shrouds,
And Heaven's bright archer, Morn, begins to rain
His golden arrows through the banded clouds,
I rise and tramp away the jocund hours,
Knee deep in grass and dewy beds of flowers. ***
Sometimes I lounge in arbours hung with vines,
And press the bunchy grapes in various wines,
The which I sip and sip, with pleasure mute,
O'er mouthful bites of golden-rinded fruit,
Parting their separate flavours, bliss by bliss,
Like one who swoons in some immortal kiss.
I dreamed of plucking blushing apricots,
The pleasant darlings of the summer sun;
I felt their sides give way within my palm,
Like a soft maiden's cheek.
To dream of passing under an arch betokens that you will travel much in distant countries, meet with many strange adventures, and have a variety of curious expe
FOR all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades,
For ever and for ever when I move.
I slept and dreamed-before me stood an arch-
A pointed ogive-framed in carvings quaint,
Whose sabred sides rose from an antique base,
En-niching in their course full many a saint
Or demon grim, whom age had worn alike;
While here and there a trailing ivy hung,
As if old Time, like artist void of skill
O'er over-finished work had drapery flung.
And all unheeding through the arch I passed,
When lo! another life seemed gathering round,
New years were added to the past, and forms
As yet unknown stole o'er my spirit's bound,
Yet laughed to me like friends, and when I turned
In bashful wonder from their merry eyes,
I felt that they were friends of days to come
In other countries, and 'neath other skies.
To dream of finding, or of shooting an arrow, is an omen of death.
His bow for action ready bent,
And arrows with a head of stone,
Can only mean that life is spent,
And not the old ideas gone.
Give me my bent bow in my hand,
And a broad arrow I'll let flee;
And where that shaft is taken up,
There shall my grave digged be.
Full many a shaft at random sent,
Finds mark the archer never meant;
And many a word at random spoken
Can soothe or heal a heart that's broken.
My life is in my hand, and lo!
I grasp and bend it as a bow,
And shoot forth from its trembling string
An arrow that shall be, perchance,
Like the arrow of the Israelite king,
That of the Lord's Deliverance!
To dream of battles, of armies marching in ranks, of weapons, fortifications, and of anything pertaining to wars, is an evil sign to those loving, and to all save soldiers.
O, MY good lord, why are you thus alone?
For what offence have I this fortnight been
A banished woman from my Harry's bed? *
In thy faint slumbers, I by thee have watched,
And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars :
Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed;
Cry Courage;-to the field! and thou hast talked
Of sallies, and retires; of trenches, tents,
Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets;
Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin;
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