 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 Border Magazine - Side 511833Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | 1822 - 582 sider
...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... | |
 | 1828 - 814 sider
...When the powers -of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow ;. The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 sider
...are ckùn'd to my chair, Is the miUion-colour'd bow ; The sphere-fire above it* soft colours wore. lip and bloated check Were warp'd in spasms by hollow sneers; And selfish cares um -liiij; of tlic sky ; ¿ I puss through the pores of the ocean and shores;* I change, but I cannot... | |
 | 1832 - 598 sider
...chained to my 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...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,... | |
 | 1831 - 542 sider
...snow. When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow ; Tbe sphere-fire above, its soft colours wove, 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... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 sider
...the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-colored bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. I...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... | |
 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1833 - 850 sider
...my 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,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 sider
...nir are chain'd to my chair, Is the null ii in-ii ilnr'il bow ; The sphere-fire above it* soft colon wove. While the moist earth was laughing below. I...ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For liter the rain, when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 sider
...the powers of the air are chain'd to my chair, Is the million-colour'd how ; The sphere-fire ahove its soft colours wove. While the moist earth was laughing...through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, hut I cannot die. For after the rain, when with never a stain. The pavilion of heaven is hare, And... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 sider
...snow, When the powers of 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 am the daughter of the earth and water, And the nurseling of the sky : I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores... | |
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