 Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows?...  Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of Poems - Página 168por Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 303 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1853 - 606 páginas
...Who made you glorious as the ¡rates of Heaven Beneath the keen full тoon ! Who bade the Sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest...soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of ¡=now, And in their perilous fall shall thunder Goo '. From Eliza Cook's Journal. THE CHATEAU REGNIER.... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 728 páginas
...' Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon ? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows ? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest...and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, you piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God ! Ye living flowers that skirt the... | |
 | Claude Moore Fuess - 1914 - 372 páginas
...5 Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon ? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows ? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest...— God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, 10 Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God ! God ! sing ye meadow-streams with gladsome voice ! Ye... | |
 | John Spencer Bassett, Edwin Mims, William Henry Glasson, William Preston Few, William Kenneth Boyd, William Hane Wannamaker - 1914 - 432 páginas
...so slowly, that none call it murder! With heavy thump, a lifeless lump. Listen to the echo in this : GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice plains, echo, GOD! Hymn before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni, 11. 58-59. Then there is that... | |
 | John Spencer Bassett, Edwin Mims, William Henry Glasson, William Preston Few, William Kenneth Boyd, William Hane Wannamaker - 1914 - 434 páginas
...slowly, that none call it murder ! With heavy thump, a lifeless lump. Listen to the echo in this : GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice plains, echo, GOD ! Hymn before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni, 11. 58-59. Then there is that... | |
 | John Spencer Bassett, Edwin Mims, William Henry Glasson, William Preston Few, William Kenneth Boyd, William Hane Wannamaker - 1914 - 486 páginas
...slowly, that none call it murder I With heavy thump, a lifeless lump. Listen to the echo in this : GOD I let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice plains, echo, GOD I Hymn before Sunrise, in the Vale of Chamouni, 11. 58-59. Then there is that... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 952 páginas
...with rainbows ? WTho, with liring flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at jour feet? — God 1 the deaf tyranny of Fate, The ruling principle of...doth create The things it may annihilate, Refused th 1 o> Ye pine-gi oves, with your soft and sonl-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 956 páginas
...I Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe is own. Yet, ah ! why should I let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God I God 1 sing... | |
 | Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Robert Grant Martin - 1916 - 530 páginas
...Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun 55 Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest...God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! 60 Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soullike sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow,... | |
 | George Benjamin Woods - 1916 - 1604 páginas
...Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven 55 Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe X K 0f ,W X ҇P } I kj f г O? w ; 7... ]w Ύ ^xp K ? w s [R 7 )S~<" } Ͼ{ Nu ! 60 God ! sing ye meadow-streams with gladsome voice ! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soullike... | |
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