 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pagina’s
...from the womb, like a ghost fr*» th« Comb, I arise and unbuild it again. TO A SKYLARK. HAIL lo thcc, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest iiiv full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher, From the earth thou... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pagina’s
...blithe »pint ! Bird thou never wert, at from heaven, or near it, Poorest thy full heart se itnin» of unpremeditated art Higher still and higher, From...Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest, \ in I singing still dost soar, and soaring ever ungesL In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun,... | |
 | John Timbs - 1832 - 442 pagina’s
...has not any pretensions to the hilarity of the former. The ill-fated Shelley has some exquisite lines to a sky-lark: — Hail to thee, blithe spirit ; Bird...unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the cloud ihou springest, Like a cloud of fire ; The deep blue thou wingest, And singing .still doit soar... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Percy Bysshe Shelley, John Keats - 1832 - 632 pagina’s
...thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, hat from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart fuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher,...singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run... | |
 | John Timbs - 1832 - 356 pagina’s
...form« sky-lark : — The ill-fated Shelley has some exquisite lines Hail to thee, blithe spirit ; Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. .. Higher still and higher Bird thou never wert, That from heaven or near it, The deep blue thou wingest, And (inging still dost... | |
 | 1834 - 764 pagina’s
...begins to sing from his nest, and, next moment, from the very bosom of the sky. 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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 pagina’s
...; Of neither would I ask the boon 1 ask of thee, beloved Night; Kwift be thine approaching flight, TO A SKYLARK. HAIL to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou...singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 pagina’s
...would I ask the boon I a.nk of thee, beloved Night; Swift be thine approaching flight, TO A SKYLARE. HAIL to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert,...singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 pagina’s
...caverns of rain, 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...wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singeat. In the golden lighting Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 pagina’s
...motion, Thou needest not fear mine ; Innocent is the heart's devotion With which I worship thine. 8 a TO A SKYLARK. HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou...strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher, Like a cloud of fire ; From the earth thou springest The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still... | |
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TO A SKYLARK. 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... 
