 | Clara Lucas Balfour - 1852 - 458 pagina’s
...clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run ; Like an embodied joy, whose race has just begun. " The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like...unseen, but yet 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... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - 1852 - 364 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... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 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 - 1853 - 334 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 32 POETRY OF THE SENTIMENTS. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1854 - 584 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...air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee 1 From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1854 - 592 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... | |
 | 1854 - 456 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 All the earth and air With thy voice... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1855 - 510 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... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1855 - 478 pagina’s
...which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run : Like an unlwdied 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... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 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 374 TO A SKYLARK, All the earth... | |
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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. 
