 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...  The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly - Page 34edited by - 1838Full view - About this book
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1862 - 476 pages
...II. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the nigbt 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skyey bowers, Lightning my pilot sits, In a cavern under is fettered the thunder, It struggles and... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1862 - 470 pages
...whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. n. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the nigbt 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skyey... | |
 | James Stuart Laurie - 1863 - 328 pages
...waken The sweet birds every one, When rock'd to rest, on their mother's breast, As she dances about die sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten...dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, Erom the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade,... | |
 | Scottish school-book assoc - 1863 - 438 pages
...that waken The sweet birds1 every one, When rocked to rest1 on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun; I wield the flail of the lashing hail,...plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh1 as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines1 groan aghast;... | |
 | 1864 - 402 pages
...rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashieg hail, And whiten the green plains under ; And then...white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime oe the towers of my skiey bowers, Lightning my pilot sits ; In a cavern under is fettered the thunder,... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1865 - 252 pages
...dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail,...the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skyey bowers Lightning, my pilot, sits ; In a cavern under is fettered the thunder, It struggles and... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1865 - 744 pages
...dews that waken The sweet bnds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail,...plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And langh as I pass in thunder. n. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan... | |
 | Kate Gordon (of Fyvie.) - 1866 - 258 pages
...dews that wakeu The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail,...pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast." l 1. An evening bell. i 2. Vitrified matter. I 3. Equipment for travelling. 4. A very fine colour.... | |
 | English poetry - 1866 - 180 pages
...dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail,...dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I elft the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my... | |
 | Frederick Saunders - American poetry - 1866 - 412 pages
...dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail,...dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. * * * That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er... | |
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