 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 стор.
...brightning, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale puiple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of heaven,...lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven ia overflowed. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 стор.
...blithe spirit ! Bird them never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher,...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 стор.
...star of heaven. In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as ore the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp...cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflow'd. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 стор.
...purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven. In the hroad day-light Thou art unseen, hut yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows...and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is hare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 396 стор.
...soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose...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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1842 - 440 стор.
...still and higher, From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingeat, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest....rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee 1 From rainbow clouds there flow not Like a poet hidden... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1845 - 484 стор.
...golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, _ Thou dost float and run ; 'ke an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale...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 стор.
...star of heaven, In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen arc ambers thou art we know not ; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 стор.
...soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run . Like an unbodied joy whose...cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflow'd. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ! From rainbow clouds there flow not... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 стор.
...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...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 to... | |
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Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like 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... 
