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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. "
The Elocutionist's Annual ...: Comprising New and Popular Readings ... - Page 56
1889
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The Quarterly Review, Volume 26

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...
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The Poetical Melange

English poetry - 1828
...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 earth and...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...
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in ..., Volume 1

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pages
...chair, Is the miUion-colour'd bow ; The sphere-fire above it* soft colours wore. While the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of earth and water, And the um -liiij; of tlic sky ; ¿ I puss through the pores of the ocean and shores;* I change, but I cannot...
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The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion [afterw.] The ...

1831
...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...
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 607 pages
...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...
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The Spirit of the English Magazines

1832
...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 of earth and...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,...
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song: Selected from English and American ...

Charlotte Fiske Bates Rogé - American poetry - 1832 - 882 pages
...chair, Is the million-colored bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of earth and...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...
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The Border Magazine

English literature - 1833
...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 of earth and...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...
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Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 2

William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1833
...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,...
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Principles of elocution

William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837
...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 earth and...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,...
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