 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
 | Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 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. R. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866 - 726 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. 106 I am the daughter of earth and water, and the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of... | |
 | John Epy Lovell - 1866 - 568 pągines
...rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the °flail of the fashing hail, And whiten the green plains under ; And then...dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I gift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan "aghast ; And all the night 'tis... | |
 | Henry Coppée - 1867 - 588 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 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... | |
 | Alexander Bain - 1867 - 352 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." Besides the actual objects of Nature, it is not unusual to personify abstractions of the mind ; as,... | |
 | Moxon Edward and co - 200 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. II. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night... | |
 | Woodland - 1868 - 186 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... | |
 | 1868 - 1048 pągines
...mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.'1 Then it gathers strength and force, " I sift the suow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pllTow'whlte, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. SubHme on the towers of my spicy bowers, Lightning... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1868 - 328 pągines
...The sweet birds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast As she dances abont the snn. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains nnder ; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And langh as I pass in thnnder. I sifi the snow on the... | |
 | M. S. Mitchell - 1869 - 416 pągines
...that wakeii 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... | |
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