| 1831 - 542 pages
...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...and sunbeams, with their convex gleams Build up the dome of air — I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pages
...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... | |
| William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1832 - 824 pages
...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... | |
| English literature - 1833 - 360 pages
...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 pages
...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...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 cenotaph,... | |
| Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838 - 412 pages
...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, like... | |
| William Martin - Readers - 1838 - 368 pages
...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...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,... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - Poets, English - 1840 - 396 pages
...air are chained to my Is the million-coloured bow ; [chair, The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. I...bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex Build up the blue dome of air, [gleams, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns... | |
| Robert Chambers - Authors, English - 1844 - 738 pages
...sphere-fire above, ite soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of the ame, An 1. I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain. Like a child from the womb, like... | |
| Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 pages
...sphere-fire above, its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of the l and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl. From cape to 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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