 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1853 - 378 psl.
...is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not; What is most...hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not: Like a high-born maiden In... | |
 | 1853 - 560 psl.
...one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. 40 TO A SKYLARK. What them art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow...hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not : Like a high-born maiden... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 psl.
...bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art, wo know not; What is most like thee ; From rainbow clouds...showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the li;;ht oi thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears... | |
 | W H Cordeaux - 1853 - 118 psl.
...voice is loud As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art, we know not ; What is most...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard Praise of love or wine... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1853 - 334 psl.
...heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds they flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence...hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heedeth not. Like a high-born maiden... | |
 | 1854 - 456 psl.
...I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere Whose intense lamp narrows All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As,...hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not ; Like a highborn maiden In... | |
 | Theodore Alors W. Buckley - 1854 - 332 psl.
...voice is loud As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art, we know not ; What is most...hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a high-born maiden In... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1854 - 592 psl.
...and heaven is overflowed. SONGS OF SKYLABKS. 209 What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee 1 From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright...hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it needed not Like a high-born maiden In... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1854 - 482 psl.
...and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow-clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy...hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not : Like a high-born maiden,... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 psl.
...is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not ; What is most...hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not 5 Like a highborn maiden In... | |
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What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody. 
