The constellated soundsran sprinkling on earth’s floorAs the dark vault abovewith stars was spangled o’er.
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Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor, So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore, Flames in the forehead of the morning sky: So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves.
john miltonA glimpse of Breidablick, whose walls are lightAs e'en the silver on the cliff it shone;Of dark blue steel its columns azure heightAnd the big altar was one agate stone.It seemed as if the air upheld aloneIts dome, unless supporting spirits bore it,Studded with stars Odin's spangled throne,A light inscrutable burned fiercely o'er it;In sky-blue mantles,Sat the gold-crowned gods before it.
esaias tegnérThe spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim.
joseph addisonTasteful illumination of the night, Bright scattered, twinkling star of spangled earth.
A glimpse of Breidablick, whose walls are light As e'en the silver on the cliff it shone; Of dark blue steel its columns azure height And the big altar was one agate stone. It seemed as if the air upheld alone Its dome, unless supporting spirits bore it, Studded with stars Odin's spangled throne, A light inscrutable burned fiercely o'er it; In sky-blue mantles, Sat the gold-crowned gods before it.
Over her hung a canopy of state, Not of rich tissue, nor of spangled gold, But of a substance, though not animate, Yet of a heavenly and spiritual mould, That only eyes of spirits might behold.