 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 str.
...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 intense...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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1849 - 406 str.
...clouds arc brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. IT« The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like...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,... | |
 | Benjamin Hall Kennedy - 1850 - 364 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... | |
 | Daniel Scrymgeour - 1850 - 596 str.
...The worl ieiitt.' in whic of mind over a great portion of his short life. The pale purple even Meets around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven, In the...Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud ; As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 str.
...lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run, Like an embodied 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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 str.
...Thou dost float and run, Ше an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melt« around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven. In the...the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrow! In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it U there. All the earth and air... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 str.
...ever singest. O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run; Like an unbodied joy whoso race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around...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... | |
 | 1853 - 394 str.
...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...clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice are loud As when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 588 str.
...lightning Of the sunken sun. O'er which clonda 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 tin: white dawn clear, Until... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - 1852 - 364 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... | |
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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. 
