 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 pàgines
...pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the...ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again. An Exhortation. Chameleons feed on light and air; Poets' food is love and fame : If in this wide world... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 pàgines
...of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when...their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 pàgines
...of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For, after the rain, when,...their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph. And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like... | |
 | 1854 - 456 pàgines
...of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when...their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like... | |
 | 1855 - 458 pàgines
...of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when...their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 pàgines
...of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die, For after the rain, when...their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like... | |
 | 1856 - 754 pàgines
...of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when,...their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like... | |
 | Anne Bowman - 1856 - 316 pàgines
...of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when,...their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like... | |
 | 1858 - 460 pàgines
...heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams, with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the...ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again. BREAK, BREAK, BREAK.— Tennyson. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold, gray stones, O Sea, And I would... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1859 - 512 pàgines
...water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; 1 change, out I cannot die. For after the rain, when, with never...their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air — I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,2 And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb,... | |
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I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, 80 ••I silently laugh at my own cenotaph. 
