 | 1855 - 458 psl.
...As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflow^ What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee...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... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1855 - 580 psl.
...rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not; What is most like thee 7 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 heeded not: Like a high-born maiden In... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1855 - 474 psl.
...when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. VII. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. vin. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1855 - 770 psl.
...when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. VII. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody— vin. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 766 psl.
...when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. VII. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody— VIII. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1855 - 510 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,... | |
 | 1856 - 754 psl.
...rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thoo ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright...hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To svmpathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a high-born maiden In... | |
 | Half hours - 1856 - 456 psl.
...rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art, we know not ; What is most like theo 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 heeded not. Like a high-born maiden In... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1857 - 374 psl.
...night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. 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-bom maiden In... | |
 | 1858 - 460 psl.
...is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lone.y 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 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. 
