 | Edward Hughes - 1856 - 474 страници
...purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven In the hroad daylight, Thou art unseen, hut yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows...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... | |
 | Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1856 - 512 страници
...compared the skylark to a poet; we may turn back the description on his own art and his own mind : " Keen are the arrows Of that silver sphere; 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... | |
 | Half hours - 1856 - 650 страници
...joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven In the broad day-light, Thou art unseen, but, yet, I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as arc the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrow In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly... | |
 | 1858 - 460 страници
...whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven, In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear...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... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1859 - 120 страници
...joy, whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight : Like a star of heaven In the broad daylight, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear...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... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1859 - 362 страници
...joy, whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of heaven In the broad daylight, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear...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... | |
 | Paul Hamilton Payne - 1859 - 610 страници
...sky-lark, that ethereal songster rising into the unknown regions of light, "Keen as are the arrows Oí that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear. Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there," this bird, sacred to poets forevermore, is a great favourite... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1859 - 550 страници
...joy, whose race has just begun The pale purple even Melts round thy flight ; Like a star of heaven In the broad day-light Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill de.ight Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear,... | |
 | Henry William Dulcken - 1860 - 230 страници
...joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven In the broad daylight, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear...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... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - 1860 - 486 страници
...Jlelts around thy flight; Like a filar of heaven, In the broad daylight, Thou art unseen, but yet 1 hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of...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... | |
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Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. 
