 | 1871 - 476 páginas
...hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-colored bow ; The sphere-fire above, its soft colors wove. While...their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air — I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb,... | |
 | David Grant (of Aberdeen) - 1871 - 478 páginas
...the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. I...their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, 1 silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1871 - 742 páginas
...million-coloured bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. VL I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling...their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 páginas
...sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of the — I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb,... | |
 | Robert Bell - 1872 - 420 páginas
...the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. I...their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like... | |
 | Garland - 1872 - 170 páginas
...the air are chain'd to my chair, Is the million-colour'd bow ; The Sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist Earth was laughing below. I...their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, — And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb,... | |
 | Lewis Baxter Monroe - 1872 - 432 páginas
...Is the million-colored bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, VI. I am the daughter of the earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass...their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like... | |
 | 1872 - 264 páginas
...sphere-fire above, its soft colours wove, Whilst the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of the earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass...their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, I rise and upbuild it again. SHELLEY.... | |
 | John Charles Curtis - 1872 - 168 páginas
...sphere-fire above, its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of the earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass...the winds and sunbeams, with their convex gleams, THE ANGEL AND THE CHILD.—LordLytton. UPON a barren steep, Above a stormy deep, I saw an Angel watching... | |
 | Edward Thomas Stevens - 1873 - 236 páginas
...chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, Whilst the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter...their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph; And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like... | |
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I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with... 
