 It is not noon— the Sunbow's rays still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's waving column O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And to and fro, like the pale courser's...  Contributions to the Edinburgh Review - Página 328por Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1854 - 750 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | John Murray (Firm) - 1811 - 618 páginas
...indescribiOie. " — Juai'iuil. " It is not noon — the sunbow's rays still arch The torrent with the many hnrs of heaven. And roll the sheeted silver's waving column...perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And lo and fro, like the pale courser's tail, The giaut steed to be bestrode by Death, As told in ihe Apocalypse."... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1817 - 98 páginas
...Alps.— A Cataract. Enter MANFBED. It is not noon — the sunbow's rays ' still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's...told in the Apocalypse. No eyes But mine now drink this sight of loveliness ; I should be sole in this sweet solitude, And with the Spirit of the place... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1818 - 210 páginas
...Alps. — A Cataract. Enter MANFRED. It is not noon — the sunbow's rays ' still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's...told in the Apocalypse. No eyes But mine now drink this sight of loveliness ; f I should be sole in this sweet solitude, And with the Spirit of the place... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1818 - 216 páginas
...Alps. — A Cataract. Enter MANFRED. It is not noon — the sunbow's rays ' still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven. And roll the sheeted silver's...told in the Apocalypse. No eyes But mine now drink this sight of loveliness ; I should be sole in this sweet solitude. And with the Spirit of the place... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1819 - 88 páginas
...Alps. A Cataract. Enter MANFRED. It is not noon — the sunbow's rays (0 still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's...told in the Apocalypse. No eyes But mine now drink this sight of loveliness ; I should be sole in this sweet solitude, And with the Spirit of the place... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1820 - 306 páginas
...Alps. A Cataract. Enter MANFRED. It is not noon— the sunbow's rays (1) still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's...told in the Apocalypse. No eyes But mine now drink this sight of loveliness ; I should be sole in this sweet solitude, And with the Spirit of the place... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 478 páginas
...noon — the sunbow's rays ' still arch The torrent with tne many hues of heaven, And roll lhe iheeted silver's waving column O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular,...told in the Apocalypse. No eyes But mine now drink this sight of loveliness ; I should be sole in this sweet solitude, And with the Spirit of the place... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 304 páginas
...the Alps. A Cataract. Enter MANFRED. It is not noon—the sunbow's raysO still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's...perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And.to and fro, like the pale courser's tail, The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1822 - 614 páginas
...— A Cataract. Enter MANFRED. It is not noon — the sunbow's rays 1 still arch The "torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's...told in the Apocalypse. No eyes But mine now drink this sight of loveliness ; I should be sole in this sweet solitude, And with the Spirit of the place... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1823 - 310 páginas
...A Cataract. • Enter MANFHED. It is not noon — the sunbow's rays (0 still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's...told in the Apocalypse. No eyes But mine now drink this sight of loveliness ; I should be sole in this sweet solitude, And with the Spirit of the place... | |
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