 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 pagina’s
...star of heaven, In the broad day -light Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense...feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voiee is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1845 - 484 pagina’s
...which clouds are brightening, _ Thou dost float and run ; 'ke an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 pagina’s
...star of heaven In the broad day-light Thou art unseen, but yet 1 hear thy shrill delight. v. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere Whose intense...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,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pagina’s
...which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run . Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 pagina’s
...star of heaven In the broad day-light Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. v. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere Whose intense...clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. VI. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - 1846 - 382 pagina’s
...which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run Like an unbodied joy, whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like...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... | |
 | Sarah Margaret Ossoli (march.) - 1846 - 182 pagina’s
...which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run Like an unbodied joy, whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pagina’s
...which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like...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... | |
 | 1846 - 436 pagina’s
...which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like...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 we... | |
 | Gem book - 1846 - 398 pagina’s
...which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run, Like an unbodied joy, whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like...Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, it What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain! What fields, or waves, or mountains ! What shapes... | |
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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. 
