 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 - Pągina 34editat per - 1838Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1855 - 770 pągines
...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...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 768 pągines
...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. n. I bil'i the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night... | |
 | 1855 - 616 pągines
...shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast, I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten...dissolve it in rain, And laugh, as I pass, in thunder." WE love the sunshine; — whether it be the monarch of oar system amiling joyfully upon all creation,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1855 - 770 pągines
...sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As In; dances about the sun. 1 wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the...dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. n. And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1855 - 474 pągines
...whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. n. And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep...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... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 pągines
...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,...the- green plains under, And then again I dissolve in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines... | |
 | 1855 - 624 pągines
...waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about in the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And...the green plains under, And then again I dissolve in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I gift the snow on the hills below, And the pine trees groan... | |
 | 1855 - 458 pągines
...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,...And whiten the green plains under, And then again 1 dissolve in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1856 - 474 pągines
...waken The sweet hirds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's hreast, As she dances ahout the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And...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 1 sleep in... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1860 - 522 pągines
...every one, When roek'd to rest, on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the Bait of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under,...it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. • I rift the snow on the mountain* beW And their great pines gjoan agnast ; And all the night, 'tis my... | |
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