 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 str.
...dost float and run ; Like an embodied joy, whose race has just begun The pale purple even Melts round thy flight ; Like a star of heaven In the broad day-light...art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 str.
...dost float and run ; Like an embodied joy, whose race has just begun. The pale purple even Melts round thy flight; Like a star of heaven In the broad day-light...art unseen, but yet 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 str.
...float and run ; Like an embodied joy , whose race has just begun. IV. 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. v. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear,... | |
 | Sarah Margaret Ossoli (march.) - 1846 - 182 str.
...lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run Like an unbodied joy, whose race is just begun. The pale purple even...art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - 1846 - 382 str.
...lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run Like an unbodied joy, whose race is just begun. The pale purple even...art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until... | |
 | 1846 - 436 str.
...lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even...art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 str.
...lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even...art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until... | |
 | Gem book - 1846 - 398 str.
...lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run, Like an unbodied joy, whose race is just begun. The pale purple even...Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, it What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain! What fields, or waves, or mountains ! What shapes... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 614 str.
...lightening Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even...unseen, but, yet, I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 578 str.
...lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even...art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until... | |
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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. 
