 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. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains...  Golden Poems by British and American Authors - Pàgina 80editat per - 1906 - 526 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Margaret Fuller - 1860 - 486 pàgines
...Jlelts around thy flight; Like a filar of heaven, In the broad daylight, Thou art unseen, but yet 1 hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of...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 bare, From one lonely cloud The moon... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1860 - 450 pàgines
...singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and...even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 pàgines
...singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and...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 bare, From one lonely cloud The moon... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 pàgines
...And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and...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 bare, What thou art we know not; What... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1861 - 128 pàgines
...lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouda are brightening, Thou dost float and run, Like an embodied joy, whose race is just begun. The pale purple even...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 bare From one lonely cloud, The moon... | |
 | 1861 - 182 pàgines
...soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run, Like an unbodied joy whose...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 pàgines
...lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and rim ; Like an embodied Joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even...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 bare, From one lonely cloud The moon... | |
 | Henry Pitman - 1863 - 780 pàgines
...singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and...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 bare, From one lonely cloud The moon... | |
 | 1863 - 392 pàgines
...soaring ever singest. Ill the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run, Like an unbodied joy whose...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 bare, From one lonely cloud The moon... | |
 | John Charles Curtis - 1863 - 178 pàgines
...singing still dost soar, and soaring ever, singest. In the golden lightening Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and...art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we... | |
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