 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1857 - 374 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...rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What them art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1857 - 428 pagina’s
...a cloud of fire, The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As,...moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. Teach us, 'sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine ; I have never heard Praise of love or wine... | |
 | 1858 - 398 pagina’s
...cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest : And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. " 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."... | |
 | 1858 - 460 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...thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lone.y cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not ; What... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1859 - 120 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...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... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1859 - 362 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...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 - 1859 - 550 pagina’s
...arrows Of that silver sphere Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly ste, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With...What thou art we know not. What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow :i'./. Drops so bright to see, 1.t from thy presence showers a rain... | |
 | Severn river - 1859 - 408 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...moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. SHELLEY. Excelsior. O qvae, iocosum numen, ab intimo (Vox namqve mortalem baud sonat alitem) Aut hospes... | |
 | England - 1860 - 532 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...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... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1860 - 450 pagina’s
...Like a star of heaven 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 overrlow'd. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not... | |
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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. 
