I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While...
The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume - Pągina 211
per Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 607 pągines
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