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...shrill delight, — Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that...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 flow...

...walked forward to relieve his wife from her qffiche, and as he did so, involuntarily quoted poetry. * " All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As when...moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. With thy clear keen joyance, Languor cannot be, Shadow of annoyance, Never came near thee: Thou lovest,...

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...thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere. Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that...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....

...thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that...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 presenee showers a rain of...

...thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that...and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is hare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we...

...observed Mrs. Bodger, who was the first to break the silence. " Yes," replied Sprightly— " Night it bare From one lonely cloud, The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.' " Beautiful! exquisite ! " fervently exclaimed Miss Azure, who, in the present instance, really felt...