 | Margaret Fuller - 1846 - 382 pàgines
...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... | |
 | 1846 - 436 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Sarah Margaret Ossoli (march.) - 1846 - 182 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Gem book - 1846 - 398 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - 1846 - 380 pàgines
...Like an unbodied joy, whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; .j--- Like a star of heaven, In the broad daylight, Thou...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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 578 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 614 pàgines
...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...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 pàgines
...a star of heaven. In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense...clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is hare, From one lonely cloud The moon... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1849 - 406 pàgines
...clouds arc brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. IT« The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like...Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight v. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear,... | |
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All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. 
