 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 pages
...up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, lake a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,...again. TO A SKYLARK. HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird tbou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Poorest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 pages
...heaven is hare, And the winds and sunheams with their convex gleams, Build up the hlue dome of air, 1 silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the...Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomh, I arise and unhuild it again. AN EXHORTAT1ON. CH AMKI.KON8 feed on light and air ; Poets' food... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 396 pages
...heaven is 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...Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the I arise and unbuild it again. [tomb, LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY. THE fountains mingle with the river, And the... | |
 | 1847 - 640 pages
...heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams, with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the...child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I rise and upbuild it again." It is seldom that the clouds are completely motionless ; the pleasure we... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 pages
...heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams, with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, thro ghoet from the tomb, I rise and upbuild it again. To a Skylark. Hail to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 pages
...sunbeams, with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air — I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,2 And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I rise and unbuild it again. Shelley. THE MITHERLESS BAIRN.8 WHEN a' ither bairnies4 are hushed to their... | |
 | 1846 - 436 pages
...heaven is bare, And the winds arid sunbeams, with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the...ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again. 34 MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. BREAK, BREAK, BREAK.— Tennyson. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold, gray... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 pages
...heaven is bare, And the winds und sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the...tomb, I arise and, unbuild it again. TO A SKYLARK. KAIL to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 616 pages
...heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the...the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and upbuild it again." 302.— ©f tfie eUotrtmess of tfje PALEY. [WILLIAM PALEY was born at Peterborough,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 578 pages
...heaven is 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...Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the I arise and unbuild it again. [tomb, LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY. THE fountains mingle with the river, And the... | |
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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 their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh... 
