 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 pàgines
...sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose raee ia just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy...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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 396 pàgines
...begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven, In the broad day-light Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight....moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ! From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 402 pàgines
...sunken sun, O'er whieh elouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose raee is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy...sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn elear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voiee is loud,... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1845 - 484 pàgines
...begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven In the broad daylight, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight,...moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not : What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 pàgines
...star of heaven, In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen arc ambers What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 292 pàgines
...just begun The pale purple even Melts round thy flight ; Like a star of heaven In the broad day-light Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight,...moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not. What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pàgines
...begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven, In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight....cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflow'd. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ! From rainbow clouds there flow not... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 pàgines
...Like a 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...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,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 pàgines
...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 is loud As, when...moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not. What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 pàgines
...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 is loud As, when...moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not. What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright... | |
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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. 
