 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 pages
...In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. . All the earth and air YI. With thy voice is loud As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out hor beams, and heayen is overflowed. VII. What thou art we know not? What is most like tbee ! From... | |
 | 1846 - 436 pages
...lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. TO A SKYLARK. 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 brops so bright... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - American literature - 1846 - 380 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 1 From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright... | |
 | Sarah Margaret Ossoli (march.) - 1846 - 182 pages
...Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. A]i 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 - 1846 - 540 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... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 614 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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - Fore-edge painting - 1847 - 578 pages
...Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, wo 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 Turnbull - Scotland - 1847 - 396 pages
...clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an embodied joy, whose race has just begun. 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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 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 night is hare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is over flow'd. What thou art... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1849 - 406 pages
...Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is thereVI. 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 U most like thee ! From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright... | |
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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. 
