Search Images Maps Play YouTube News Gmail Drive More »
Sign in
Books Books
" 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. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with... "
A course of elementary reading in science and literature, compiled by J.M. M ... - Page 324
edited by - 1882
Full view - About this book

The Quarterly Review, Volume 26

1822
...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...
Full view - About this book

The Poetical Melange

1828
...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...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...
Full view - About this book

The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in ..., Volume 1

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pages
...ckn'd to my chair, Is the miUion-colour'd bow ; The sphere-fire above it* soft colours wore. While the loated 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...
Full view - About this book

The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion [afterw.] The ...

1831
...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 the ocean...and sunbeams, with their convex gleams Build up the dome of air — I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from...
Full view - About this book

The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 607 pages
...million-color'd bow ; The sphere-fTre above its soft colors wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. [ ea M Ihe winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at...
Full view - About this book

The Spirit of the English Magazines

1832
...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,...
Full view - About this book

The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song: Selected from English and American ...

Charlotte Fiske Bates Rog - 1832 - 882 pages
...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 am the daughter...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...
Full view - About this book

The Border Magazine

1833
...to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow ; The sphere-fires above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter...never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the wind and sunbeams, with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air — I silently laugh at...
Full view - About this book

Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 2

William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1833
...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,...
Full view - About this book

Principles of elocution

William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837
...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...The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and the sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,...
Full view - About this book




  1. My library
  2. Help
  3. Advanced Book Search
  4. Download EPUB
  5. Download PDF