 Sunbeam-proof, 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-coloured bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft...  Minor Poems - Stran 165avtor: Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1878 - 396 straniCelotni ogled - O knjigi
 | 1829 - 1092 strani
[ Prikaz vsebine te strani ni dovoljen ] | |
 | 1822 - 582 strani
...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 - 814 strani
...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,...through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, bat I cannot die. For after the rain wbem with never a staua The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 strani
...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 - 598 strani
...chained to my chair, Is the million-colored bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, U hile the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter...water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the porei of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain,... | |
 | 1831 - 542 strani
...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 below. 1 am the... | |
 | 1829 - 510 strani
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 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 strani
...the 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...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 - 1833 - 850 strani
...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,...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 ;... | |
 | 1833 - 360 strani
...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 below. I am the daughter... | |
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