 I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's...  Cyclopædia of English literature - Страница 398написао/ла Robert Chambers - 1844Пуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | 1831 - 542 страница
...noon-day dreams. From my wing-, are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about...laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountain below. And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white. While... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 страница
...the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail. And whiten the green plains under. And then again 1 831 sleep in the arms of the bla«. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bower». Lightning my pilot sits,... | |
 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1832 - 824 страница
...the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's...under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh m I pass in thunder. I gift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And... | |
 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1833 - 850 страница
...the leaves when laid In their noonday dreflms. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's...then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass iu thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the... | |
 | William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - 370 страница
...one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And...mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast j And all the night 'tis my pillow white, "While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 страница
...noon-day dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rock'd to rest, on their mother's breast, As she dances about...; And all the night, 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skicy bowers Lightning, my pilot, sits... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 страница
...noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that wak«> The sweet buds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast. As she dances about...aghast .And all the night 'tis my pillow white. While 1 sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers. Lightning my pilot sits.... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 страница
...shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breasi , As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of...; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers, Lightning, my pilot, sits,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 страница
...dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast, As she danees about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail,...; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers. Lightning, my pilot, sits,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 страница
...noon-day dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet hirds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about...pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains helow, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in... | |
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