 | Half hours - 1847 - 614 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...poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unhidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a high-born... | |
 | Edmund Spenser, Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1847 - 272 psl.
...strong zsjk .mquntain river. Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver." These two for instance : " What thou art we know not; What is most like thee...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. " Higher still, and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire The blue deep thou... | |
 | Geoffrey Chaucer, Charles Dunham Deshler - 1847 - 736 psl.
...strong as a mountain river, Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver." These two for instance : — " What thou art we know not; What is most like thee...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. " Higher still, and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire The blue deep thou... | |
 | Spring flowers, S. P. - 1849 - 178 psl.
...delight. 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...Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rait) of melody, Like a poet hidden In the light of thought. Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 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. Q Like a high-born maiden... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 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... | |
 | 1852 - 318 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 hopos and fears it heeded not. Like a high-born maiden In... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 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... | |
 | Clara Lucas Balfour - 1852 - 458 psl.
...when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflow'd. " 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 high-born maiden... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - 1852 - 364 psl.
...rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee T 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... | |
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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. 
