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... Outlines of English Literature: With Readings - Page 171by William Joseph Long - 1925 - 441 pagesFull view - About this book
| Shrewsbury (England). Royal School - English poetry - 1801 - 368 pages
...flight ; 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...clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. Ala и il a. O qvac, iocosum numen, ab intimo (Vox namqve mortalem baud sonat aliteni) Aut hospes aut... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 156 pages
...Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it it there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As,...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... | |
| Maria Jane Jewsbury - Conduct of life - 1830 - 334 pages
...walked forward to relieve his wife from her qffiche, and as he did so, involuntarily quoted poetry. * " All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As when...moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. With thy clear keen joyance, Languor cannot be, Shadow of annoyance, Never came near thee: Thou lovest,... | |
| George Barrell Cheever - American poetry - 1830 - 516 pages
...Like a star of heaven, In the broad day-light Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, — Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, 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... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pages
...Whose intense lamp narrows in the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, wo feel that it is there. roken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep...laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of u overBow'd. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee Î From rainbow clouds there flow not... | |
| Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...flight; 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...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... | |
| Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838 - 348 pages
...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,...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... | |
| Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838 - 336 pages
...; Like a star of heaven. In the hroad day-light Thou art unseen, hut yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, 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 hare, From one lonely cloud The moon... | |
| Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838 - 412 pages
...; Like a star of heaven, In the broad day-light Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, 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... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - English poetry - 1838 - 634 pages
...star of heaven. In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as ore the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp...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... | |
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