 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 255 pagina’s
...I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere Whose intense lamp narrows All the earth and air With thy voice is loud As, when...What thou art we know not. What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 255 pagina’s
...I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere Whose intense lamp narrows All the earth and air With thy voice is loud As, when...What thou art we know not. What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 255 pagina’s
...I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere Whose intense lamp narrows All the earth and air With thy voice is loud As, when...What thou art we know not. What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 345 pagina’s
...Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. VI. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud As, when...moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. VIi. What thou art we know not? What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845
...thy shrill delight. v. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. . All the earth and air YI. With thy voice is loud As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out hor beams,... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - 1846
...thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that...What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee t From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 504 pagina’s
...thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that...cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflow'd. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1846
...lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. TO A SKYLARK. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As,...What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not brops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of... | |
 | Sarah Margaret Ossoli (march.) - 1846
...Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. A]i the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when...What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee '! From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from, thy presence showers a rain... | |
 | Half hours - 1847
...thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that...What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of... | |
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What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. 
