 | Half hours - 1856 - 456 str.
...rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art, we know not ; What is most like theo 1 From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy... | |
 | 1856 - 754 str.
...rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thoo ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody . Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1860 - 522 str.
...ruins out her beams, and heaven if overflowed. What thou art we know not ; What in most like thee t ( From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. , . , f JUk«« poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1857 - 374 str.
...night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What them art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden Till the world is wrought To sympathy... | |
 | 1858 - 398 str.
...when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. " What thou art we know not. What is most like thee?...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody." Then follows that exquisite simile, where he compares the invisible singer to — " A poet hidden In... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1859 - 362 str.
...As, when night is bare From one lonely cloud, The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1859 - 120 str.
...As, when night is bare From one lonely cloud, The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet bidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy... | |
 | Henry William Dulcken - 1860 - 230 str.
...when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflow 'd. What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy... | |
 | England - 1860 - 532 str.
...As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1860 - 450 str.
...As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overrlow'd. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy... | |
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What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. 
