 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 páginas
...sphere-fire above, its soft colours wore, While the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of the earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass...bare, And the winds and sunbeams, with their convex gleam«, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 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...bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain,... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 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... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 páginas
...chain'd to my chair, Is the million-colour'd 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... | |
 | 1854 - 456 páginas
...hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of 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, like... | |
 | 1855 - 458 páginas
...hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of 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, like... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 páginas
...hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of 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, like... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1855 - 474 páginas
...million-coloured bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. VI. I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling...with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, [gleams, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 766 páginas
...million-coloured bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. YT. I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling...with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, [gleams, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh... | |
 | 1856 - 754 páginas
...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... | |
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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... 
