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" I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with... "
Class-book of English poetry - Page 301
by English poetry - 1866
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The Quarterly review, Volume 26

1822
...through the pores of the oceans and shores, I change, but I cannot die. For For after the rain, when with never a stain • , The pavilion of heaven is...child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise, and unbuild it again.' — pp. 199, 200. There is a love-sick lady, who ' dwells under the glaucous...
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The Quarterly Review, Volume 26

1822
...cannot die. c , For For after the rain, when with nerer a stain The pavilion of heaven is bare, . j And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams,...child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise, and unbuild it again.' — pp. 199, 200. There is a love-sick lady, who ' dwells under the glaucous...
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The Poetical Melange

English poetry - 1828
...die. For after the rain wbem with never a staua The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and the sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue...Like a child from the womb, like a .ghost from the tewfe, I arise and unbuild it agai». Shelley. LINES, SUPPOSED TO BE StfGKEN BY A DYING SOW. Weep not...
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in ..., Volume 1

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pages
...the ocean and shores;* I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when with never a -um, I'll-- dows now ! And from my brain to my dull brow The heavy...The tears which fell from her wan eyes Glimmcr'd Likca child from the womb, like a ghost fro m-th* tomb, I arise and unbuild it again. TO A SKYLARK....
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The Spirit of the English Magazines

1832
...pass through the porei of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare....a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, 1 arise and unbuild it again. The following exquisite lines will be acknowledged by all to belong to...
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 607 pages
...I cannot die. For after the rain, when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And Ihe rigg arise and unbuild it again. TO A SKYLARK. HAIL to ihee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That...
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The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion [afterw.] The ...

1831
...pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change but I cannot die. For after the rain, when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare....and sunbeams, with their convex gleams Build up the dome of air — I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from...
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Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 2

William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1832
...pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare,...child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again. The following exquisite lines will he acknowledged by all to belong to...
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Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 2

William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1833
...of the ocean and shores ; 1 change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a »tain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex glenm», Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns...
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The Border Magazine

English literature - 1833
...pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die ; For after the rain, when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the wind and sunbeams, with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air — I silently laugh at...
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