 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 pages
...white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voiee is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud...moon 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... | |
 | 1839 - 790 pages
...Intimations of immortality," are alone worth the value of the book. They are gems beyond all price. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As when night is bare. From one lonely cloud Tli! moon rains out tier beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art, we know not ; What is most... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 pages
...Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. ng tie to the first Lord Holland. Now, Francis passed some years in the secretary of state' What thou art we know not ; What is most like thec! From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - English language - 1845 - 484 pages
...Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As,...moon 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 - Authors, English - 1844 - 738 pages
...Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. *2. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 278 pages
...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 is loud As, when...moon 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 278 pages
...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 is loud As, when...moon 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 278 pages
...Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud As, when...moon 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 280 pages
...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 is loud As, when...moon 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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1845 - 558 pages
...Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As,...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... | |
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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. 
