 | 1831 - عدد الصفحات: 542
...While the moist earth was laughing below. 1 am the daughter of the earth and water, And the nurseling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean...and sunbeams, with their convex gleams Build up the dome of air — I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - عدد الصفحات: 628
...million-color'd bow ; The sphere-fTre above its soft colors wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. [ ea M Ihe winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at... | |
 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1832 - عدد الصفحات: 824
...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...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... | |
 | 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 360
...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...never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the wind and sunbeams, with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air — I silently laugh at... | |
 | William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - عدد الصفحات: 370
...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...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,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - عدد الصفحات: 412
...the air are chain'd to my chair, Is the million-colour'd bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colours 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... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - عدد الصفحات: 368
...While the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of the earth and water, And the nurseling of the sky : I pass through the pores of the ocean...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,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - عدد الصفحات: 396
...air are chained to my Is the million-coloured bow ; [chair, The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. I...bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex Build up the blue dome of air, [gleams, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - عدد الصفحات: 738
...sphere-fire above, ite soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of the ame, An 1. I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain. Like a child from the womb, like... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - عدد الصفحات: 746
...sphere-fire above, its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of the l and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl. From cape to 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... 
