 | Francis Henry Underwood - 1871 - 664 pages
...clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run, Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. IV. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like...Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. V. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear,... | |
 | English poetry - 1871 - 476 pages
...which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an embodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale, purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like...Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, THE SKYLARK. 1 1 Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white... | |
 | David Grant (of Aberdeen) - 1871 - 478 pages
...which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run, Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like...Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon... | |
 | William Henry Davenport Adams - English poetry - 1872 - 396 pages
...a star of heaven, In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense...there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, 206 TO A SKYLARK. As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - Authors - 1872 - 582 pages
...which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like...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... | |
 | Antony Easthope - Literary Criticism - 1989 - 240 pages
...stanza (attacked by Eliot but defended by Davie, 1967, p. 134, and King-Hele, 1960, p. 228): Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense...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
...where clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like...Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see — we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With... | |
 | Mary Oliver - Language Arts & Disciplines - 1998 - 212 pages
...which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like...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... | |
 | William Harmon - Literary Collections - 1998 - 386 pages
...which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run, Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like...art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Ofthat silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we... | |
 | Frances Mayes - Language Arts & Disciplines - 2001 - 548 pages
...which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like...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 we... | |
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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. 
