| 1875 - 210 páginas
...each paved with the moon and these. I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone, And the moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars...hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-colored bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, While... | |
| George Moore - 1973 - 194 páginas
...each paved with the moon and these. I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone, And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl; The volcanoes are dim, and the Stars...hurricane, fire, and snow, When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1994 - 752 páginas
...moon and these. 1 bind the sun's throne with a burning zone, And the moon's with a girdle of pearl; 60 The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim,...bridge-like shape, Over a torrent sea, Sunbeam-proof, 1 hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane,... | |
| Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 páginas
...I bind the Sun's throne with a buming zone, And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl; 60 The voleanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds...cape, with a bridge-like shape. Over a torrent sea. Sunbeam -proof, I hang like a roof, — The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which... | |
| Rodney Farnsworth - 2001 - 360 páginas
...controls all the rest of eartbly and heavenly phenomenon like a cosmic stage designer: The voleanoes are dim. and the stars reel and swim. When the whirlwinds...cape. with a bridge,like shape. Over a torrent sea. Sun heam ,proof. I hang like a roof. The moantains its columns be lIL 61,66l. This star,dance is an... | |
| Andrew M. Greeley, Mary G. Durkin - 2008 - 516 páginas
...burning zone,. And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape, Over...hurricane, fire, and snow, When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair, In the million-colored bow; The sphere-fire above it soft colours wove, While... | |
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