 I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million•colored bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, While...  Story Hour Readings: Eighth year - Стр. 406авторы: Ernest Clark Hartwell - 1921 - Страниц: 432Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | 1822
...beyond simple nonsense) is rivalled by the following description of something that is done by a cloud. ' I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the oceans and shores, I change, but I cannot die. c , For For after the rain, when with nerer a stain... | |
 | 1828
...mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers -of 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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - Страниц: 575
...are ckùn'd to my chair, Is the miUion-colour'd bow ; The sphere-fire above it* soft colours wore. lip and bloated check Were warp'd in spasms by hollow sneers; And selfish cares um -liiij; of tlic sky ; ¿ I puss through the pores of the ocean and shores;* I change, but I cannot... | |
 | 1832
...mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through , . Inch I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair,...million-colored bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, U hile the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of... | |
 | 1831
...mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march, With hurricane, fire and snow. When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow ; Tbe sphere-fire above, its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - Страниц: 607
...snow, When the powers of the air are chain'd to my chair, Is the million-color'd bow ; The sphere-fTre d, [ am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates Rogé - 1832 - Страниц: 882
...mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march. With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair,...the sky: I pass through the pores of the ocean and snores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when with never a stain. The pavilion of heaven... | |
 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1832
...mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of 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... | |
 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1833
...my chair, Is the million-coloured bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moiet earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I рам through the pores of the ocean and shores ; 1 change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when,... | |
 | 1833
...mountains its columns be, The triumphant arch through which I march With hurricane, fire and snow, When the powers of the 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... | |
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