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. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought... A Household Book of English Poetry - 285 ÆäÀÌÁö1870 - 438 ÆäÀÌÁöÀüüº¸±â - µµ¼ Á¤º¸
| 1853 - 394 ÆäÀÌÁö
...rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers ft rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing...world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it needed not. Like a high-born maiden In a pamce tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour,... | |
| English poetry - 1853 - 552 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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 there...see, As from thy presence 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... | |
| 1853 - 560 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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 clouds there...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy... | |
| W H Cordeaux - 1853 - 118 ÆäÀÌÁö
...one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there...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... | |
| Mary Russell Mitford - 1853 - 378 ÆäÀÌÁö
...one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden Till the world is wrought To sympathy... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1853 - 334 ÆäÀÌÁö
...rainbow clouds they flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing...world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heedeth not. Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul, in secret hour,... | |
| Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1854 - 482 ÆäÀÌÁö
...rainbow-clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing...wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not : Like a high-born maiden, In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music... | |
| 1854 - 456 ÆäÀÌÁö
...one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven ia overflowed. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? - From rainbow clouds there...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy... | |
| Theodore Alors W. Buckley - 1854 - 332 ÆäÀÌÁö
...one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy... | |
| Mary Botham Howitt - 1854 - 592 ÆäÀÌÁö
...rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing...world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it needed not Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With... | |
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