 Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains...  Art, Literature, and the Drama - Page 81by Margaret Fuller - 1875 - 449 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Bookbinding, Victorian - 1861 - 182 pages
...but yet I hear thy shrill delight. THE SKYLARK. Keen, as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until...her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see. As... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1861 - 128 pages
...art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until...her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 pages
...art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until...cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflow e.!. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not... | |
 | Bourchier Wrey Savile - 1861 - 314 pages
...arrows Of that filver fphere, Whoie intenfe lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly fee we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With...beams, and Heaven is overflowed. • What thou art we know not, What is moft like thee ; From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops fo bright to fee, As... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - English poetry - 1861 - 356 pages
...art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight; Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear Until...air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, What thou art we know not; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - English language - 1861 - 580 pages
...arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly sec, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy vgice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven... | |
 | Mark Bailey - Elocution - 1880 - 80 pages
...which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run, Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. " All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As,...beams, and heaven is overflowed. " What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As... | |
 | Malcolm Lowry, Gerald Noxon, Nancy Strobel - Biography & Autobiography - 1988 - 192 pages
...following stanza from Shelley's 'Skylark': 'Keen as are the arrows / Of that silver sphere / Whose intense lamp narrows / In the white dawn clear / Until we hardly see, who feel that it is there.' For the first time perhaps," Eliot says, "in verse of such eminence, sound... | |
 | Antony Easthope - Literary Criticism - 1989 - 240 pages
...Davie, 1967, p. 134, and King-Hele, 1960, p. 228): Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see - we feel that it is there. The piercing song of the bird is compared to the movement of an arrow which in turn becomes the light... | |
 | Martin Gardner - Poetry - 1992 - 226 pages
...flight; Like a star of Heaven, In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see — we...her beams, and Heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from... | |
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