 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 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... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1861 - 128 pagina’s
...which clouda are brightening, Thou dost float and run, Like an embodied 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... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 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... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1861 - 580 pagina’s
...It is their work to bear." At p. 12, for " And her thoughts were each a minister," read, probably. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like...Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, " And her own thoughts," &c. At p. 28, for " And lived thenceforth as if some control," read " And... | |
 | 1861 - 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...Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. THE SKYLARK. Keen, as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1862 - 578 pagina’s
...which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and rim ; Like an embodied 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... | |
 | 1863 - 392 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... | |
 | Henry Pitman - 1863 - 780 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... | |
 | Richard Green Parker, James Madison Watson - 1863 - 614 pagina’s
...clouds are brightening, thou dost float and run, Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. 4. The pale purple even melts around thy flight : Like...Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight 6. Keen are the arrows of that silver sphere, 6. All the earth and air wife thy voice is loud, As,... | |
 | 1864 - 402 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... | |
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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. 
