 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans, Mrs. Hemans - 1834 - 374 էջ
...over the still stream, Up the hill-side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades. KEATS. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest...singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. SHELLEY. MIDST the long reeds that o'er a Grecian stream Unto the feint wind sigh'd melodiously, And... | |
 | 1834 - 734 էջ
...the break wo see the lovers before dawn, moving from his nest, and, next moment, Hail to thee, blythe spirit, Bird thou never wert; That from Heaven, or...full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art! Hail, also, to the radiant tresses of the morn, now emulous of Nora of the amber hair, for day is indeed... | |
 | 1834 - 764 էջ
...reluctant from the very bosom of the sky. moonlight, just yielding to the break Hail to thec, blythe spirit. Bird thou never wert ; That from Heaven, or...full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art ! Hail, also, to the radiant tresses of the morn, now emulous of Nora of the amber hair, for day U... | |
 | 1835 - 598 էջ
...brief extract ; the two former, and particularly the first, are splendid compositions. To A SKYLARK. " Hail to thee ! blithe Spirit Bird thou never wert ! That from Heaven, or near it, Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chauut, Match'd with thine would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 էջ
...the whole air seems sparkling and alive with the light of hia strains ; singing, as Shelley says, ' In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening ; Like a high-born maiden In a palace-tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 էջ
...Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I rise and upbuild it again. THE SKY-LARK. Hail to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert,...wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singcst. In the golden lighting Of the sunken sun. O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 էջ
...ask of thee, beloved Night ; Swift he thine approaching flight, TO A SKYLARK. HA1L to thee, hlithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert. That from heaven, or...the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The hlue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 էջ
...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...art. Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springes! Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou w ingest. And singing still dost soar, and soaring... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 էջ
...needest not fear mine ; Innoeent is the heart's devotion With which I worship thine. TO A SKYLARK. HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert,...lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose raee ia just begun. The pale purple... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 402 էջ
...burthen thme. . I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion, Thou needest not fear mine ; TO A SKYLARK. HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert,...still and higher, From the earth thou springest Like a eloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.... | |
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HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest,... 
