I HIDE myself in the cloud that flies From the west and drops on the hill's gray shoulder, And I gleam thro' the cloud with my panther-eyes, While the stars turn paler, the dews grow colder ; I veil my naked glory in mist, Quivering downward and dewily... Undertones - Página 83por Robert Williams Buchanan - 1863 - 241 páginasVisualização integral - Acerca deste livro
| Robert Williams Buchanan - 1866 - 332 páginas
...SELENE THE MOON. i. I HIDE myself in the cloud that flies From the west and drops on the hill's gray shoulder, And I gleam thro' the cloud with my panther-eyes,...above him, panting and listening. As white as a star; as cold as a stone, Dim as my light in a sleeping lake, With his head on his arm he lieth alone. And... | |
| Robert Williams Buchanan - 1874 - 372 páginas
...night in June ! I I HIDE myself in the cloud that flies From the West and drops on the hill's gray shoulder, And I gleam thro' the cloud with my panther-eyes,...in mist, Quivering downward and dewily glistening ; His sleep is as pale as my lips unkist, And I tremble above him, panting and listening. As white... | |
| Robert Williams Buchanan - 1884 - 614 páginas
...myself in the cloud that flies From the west and drops on the hill's gray shoulder, And I gleam through the cloud with my panther-eyes, While the stars turn...dews grow colder ; I veil my naked glory in mist, Quiveringdownwardanddewilyglistening, Till his sleep is as pale as my lips unkist, And I tremble above... | |
| Henry Murray - 1901 - 268 páginas
...hill's grey shoulder, And I gleam through the cloud with my panther eyes, While the stars turn pale, the dews grow colder ; I veil my naked glory in mist,...dewily glistening, Till his sleep is as pale as my lips unlcist, And I tremble above him, panting and listening. As white as a star, as cold as a stone, Dim... | |
| Helena Swan - 1904 - 630 páginas
...holy, Art thou ga2ing at the moon That is rising slowly ? ALFRED AUSTIN, Lyrics: A Night in June, st. i. ! hide myself in the cloud that flies From the...in mist, Quivering downward and dewily glistening. ROBERT BUCHANAN, Undertones, VII. : Selene the Moon, st. i. Last night the moon had a golden ring,... | |
| Helen Archibald Clarke - 1910 - 436 páginas
...the west and drops on the hill's gray shoulder. And I gleam through the cloud with my panther eyes, While the stars turn paler, the dews grow colder :...above him, panting and listening. As white as a star, as cold as a stone, Dim as my light in a sleeping lake, With his head on his arm he lieth alone And... | |
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