| 1828 - 814 pàgines
...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...through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, bat I cannot die. For after the rain wbem with never a staua The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pàgines
...million-color'd bow ; The sphere-fTre above its soft colors wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. [ ea M Ihe winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at... | |
| 1831 - 542 pàgines
...While the moist earth was laughing below. 1 am the daughter of the earth and water, And the nurseling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean...stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare. And the winds and sunbeams, with their convex gleams Build up the dome of air — I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,... | |
| 1832 - 598 pàgines
...chained to my chair, Is the million-colored bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, U hile the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter...water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the porei of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain,... | |
| William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1832 - 824 pàgines
...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...stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,... | |
| Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pàgines
...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 the moist earth...the sky: I pass through the pores of the ocean and snores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when with never a stain. The pavilion of heaven... | |
| 1833 - 360 pàgines
...air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow ; The sphere-fires above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. I...never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the wind and sunbeams, with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air — I silently laugh at... | |
| William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - 370 pàgines
...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...stain The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and the sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own... | |
| Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 pàgines
...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...stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,... | |
| William Martin - 1838 - 368 pàgines
...While the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of the earth and water, And the nurseling of the sky : I pass through the pores of the ocean...stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams, with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air — I silently laugh at my own... | |
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