 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. 408авторы: Ernest Clark Hartwell - 1921 - Страниц: 432Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | 1872 - Страниц: 264
...Its situation is uncertain. 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, Whilst the moist earth was laughing... | |
 | William Henry Davenport Adams - 1872 - Страниц: 396
...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... | |
 | John Charles Curtis - 1872 - Страниц: 168
...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... | |
 | Robert Bell - 1872 - Страниц: 420
...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... | |
 | Thomas Arnold - 1873 - Страниц: 590
...strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these. » » » • * » I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky : I pans through the poree of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when... | |
 | Edward Thomas Stevens - 1873 - Страниц: 236
...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, Whilst the moist earth was laughing... | |
 | Samuel Orchart Beeton - 1873 - Страниц: 782
...air are chain'd to my chair, Is the million-colour' d bow ; The sphere-fire above, its soft colours as a God. All rarest flowers, Bright-hued and fragrant, in the brill the earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the porea of tho ocean and shores... | |
 | How - 1873 - Страниц: 222
...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;4 The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing... | |
 | James Ridgway - 1873 - Страниц: 360
...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 am the daughter of the earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;... | |
 | Nelson Thomas and sons, ltd - 1873 - Страниц: 408
...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... | |
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