 | David Purdie Thomson - 1849 - 516 páginas
...earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; 1 change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when,...their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, 1 silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like... | |
 | REV. WALTER COLTON - 1850 - 444 páginas
...morn, each take a distinct shape, and utter its satirical soliloquy, like the cloud of Shelley ; — I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling...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,... | |
 | Walter Colton - 1850 - 430 páginas
...morn, each take a distinct shape, and utter its satirical soliloquy, like the cloud of Shelley : — I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling...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,... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 páginas
...sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. HYMN OF NATURE. 201 I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling...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... | |
 | 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
...hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chain'd to my chair, Is the million-colour'd bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove,...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
...mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and enow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair,...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
...of air are chained to my chair, Is the million-colored bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colors 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... | |
 | 1855 - 458 páginas
...of air are chained to my chair, Is the million-colored bow ; The. sphere-fire above its soft colors 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... 
