 | Richard Green Parker, James Madison Watson - 1866 - 618 страница
...clouds are brightening, thou dost float and run, Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. 4. The pale purple even melts around thy flight : Like...Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. 5. Keen are the arrows of that silver sphere, Whose intense lump narrows in the white dawn clear Until... | |
 | Mary Anne Marzials - 1867 - 332 страница
...not a stone — But we left him alone with his glory. PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. Born, 1792; Died, 1822. TO A SKYLARK. HAIL to thee, blithe Spirit ! Bird thou...lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run, Like an embodied Joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple... | |
 | Severn river - 1867 - 458 страница
...miselle Passer ! TGV OÍPPEV EDUOÇOQ'TEPVOV OÎÙTOÇ В. S. The Lark at Heaven's gate sings. 5 AIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from...lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float. and run, Like an unbodied joy, whose race is just begun. The pale purple... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1867 - 360 страница
...Wordsworth TO A SKYLARK Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it Hail to thee, blithe Spirit ! Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated...lightning Of the sunken sun O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run, Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple... | |
 | Penny readings - 1867 - 270 страница
...which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run, Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like...art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1867 - 544 страница
...clouds are brightening, thou dost float and run, Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. IV. The pale purple even melts around thy flight; Like...Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. v. All the earth and air with thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, from one lonely cloud Sound... | |
 | Moxon Edward and co - 208 страница
...clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. IV. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like...Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. v. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear,... | |
 | Woodland - 1868 - 186 страница
...soon my love would bring, There, there the dews of morning, Oh, Sky-lark! on thy wing! Felicia Hemans. TO A SKYLARK. HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou...lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple... | |
 | Alfred Elliott - 1868 - 358 страница
...kindred points of heaven and home." Shelley's lyric is a noble outburst of impassioned song :— " Hail to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert,...lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening Thou dost float and run, Like an embodied joy whose race is just begun." The Skylark usually... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 страница
...clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run, Like an unbodied Joy whose race is just begun. 15 The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like...Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight : 20 Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear,... | |
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HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest,... 
