 | Edward Hughes - 1856 - 474 str.
...a star of heaven In the hroad daylight, Thou art unseen, hut 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... | |
 | 1858 - 460 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 bare, From one lone.y cloud The moon... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1859 - 120 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... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1859 - 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... | |
 | Paul Hamilton Payne - 1859 - 610 str.
...sky-lark, that ethereal songster rising into the unknown regions of light, "Keen as are the arrows Oí that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In...clear. Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there," this bird, sacred to poets forevermore, is a great favourite with M. Michelet. His Gallic, blood recognizes... | |
 | Henry William Dulcken - 1860 - 230 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 - 1860 - 486 str.
...filar of heaven, In the broad daylight, Thou art unseen, but yet 1 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 bare, From one lonely cloud The moon... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1860 - 450 str.
...whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven 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 bare, From one lonely cloud The moon... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 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... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1861 - 128 str.
...lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouda 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... | |
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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. 
