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" 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 it is there. "
The first (-sixth) 'Standard' reader - Page 95
by James Stuart Laurie - 1863
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The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volume 2

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1855
...whose race is just begun iv. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven, In the broad day-light Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, V. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear,...
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The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volume 3

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1855
...whose race is just begun. IV. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven, In the broad day-light Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. • V. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear,...
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The National Review, Volume 3

Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1856
...compared the skylark to a poet; we may turn back the description on his own art and his own mind: " Keen are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows lu the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air From...
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Russell's Magazine, Volume 5

Paul Hamilton Payne - 1859
...sky-lark, that ethereal songster rising into the unknown regions of light, "Keen as are the arrows O that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In...clear. Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there," this bird, sacred to poets forevermore, is a great favourite with M. Michelet. His Gallic, blood recognizes...
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The advanced prose and poetical reader, by A.W. Buchan

Alexander Winton Buchan - 1859
...joy, whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of heaven In the broad daylight, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until...
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The poetical reader, with notes and questions by A.W. Buchan

Alexander Winton Buchan - 1859
...joy, whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight : Like a star of heaven In the broad daylight, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until...
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Russell's Magazine, Volume 5

Paul Hamilton Payne - 1859
...reputation in America, the sky-lark, that ethereal songster rising into the unknown regions of light, In the white dawn clear. Until we hardly see, we feel that it a there," " Keen as are (he arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows this bird, sacred...
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Works, Volume 2

Leigh Hunt - English literature - 1859
...joy, whose race has just begun The pale purple even Melts round thy flight ; Like a star of heaven In the broad day-light Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill de.ight Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear,...
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Pearls from the poets: specimens selected, with biogr. notes, by H.W. Dulcken

Henry William Dulcken - 1860
...joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven In the broad daylight, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until...
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The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English ...

Francis Turner Palgrave - English poetry - 1861 - 346 pages
...joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of heaven In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight; Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear Until we...
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