...cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which...Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until...

...golden-crowned wren (motacilla regulus) begins its song. The lark, also, must not be forgotten : — In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run, Like an embodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple...

...cloud of 6re ; The blue deep thou wingest, .And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightning, Thou dost Boat and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple...

...»ingest In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, *У*г which clouds are brightening, Thou dost tloat river; Why aught should fail and fade that once is...Why fear and dream and death and birth Cast on tlie Tbou art uHseen, but ye* 1 Lear thy shrill delight, Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose...

...most powerful muscles of all the singing- birds. Emily. — As Shelly beautifully speaks of it — Like a star of heaven In the broad day-light, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Dr. B. — The organs of voice in reptiles are much less complicated in their construction than in...

...the most powerful muscles of all the singing-birds. Emily. — As Shelly beautifully speaks of it — Like a star of heaven In the broad day-light, Thou art unseen, hut yet I hear thy shrill delight. Dr. B. — The organs of voice in reptiles are much less complicated...

...cloud of fire," The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightning, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale puiple...

...wingeet, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest In the golden lightning Of the «unken aly, A Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows in the white dawn clear, Until...

...the whole air seems sparkling and alive with the light of hia strains ; singing, as Shelley says, ' In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening ; Like a high-born maiden In a palace-tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music...

...blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singcst. In the golden lighting Of the sunken sun. O'er which clouds are brightening,...Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes...