 | Shrewsbury (England). Royal School - 1801 - 368 str.
...spicula Cynthiae Scindunt acutis ictubus aera ; Sed pallet Aurorae sub alba Vivida fax tenuata luce ; R All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As,...moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. SHELLET. Silent Love. Few the words that I have spoken ; true love's words are ever few ; Yet by many... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 156 str.
...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 - 1830 - 334 str.
...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,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 str.
...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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 str.
...Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. *2. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 str.
...Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. ng tie to the first Lord Holland. Now, Francis passed some years in the secretary of state' What thou art we know not ; What is most like thec! From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1845 - 484 str.
...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 str.
...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 intense lamp narrows All...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 str.
...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 intense lamp narrows All...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 - 280 str.
...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 intense lamp narrows All...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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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. 
