 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 I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift...  Tait's Edinburgh Magazine - Pàgina 331editat per - 1832Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Lewis Baxter Monroe - 1872 - 418 pàgines
...night '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 howls by fits; Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the... | |
 | Samuel Orchart Beeton - 1873 - 782 pàgines
...the green plains under ; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift fetter'd the thunder, It struggles and howls at fits ; Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This... | |
 | How - 1873 - 222 pàgines
...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...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... | |
 | English poetry - 1873 - 390 pàgines
...the green plains under ; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines...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... | |
 | James Ridgway - 1873 - 360 pàgines
...green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh, as I pass, in thunder. 1 sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines...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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1873 - 906 pàgines
...is my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skyey bowera " " !) U ; ! !${ # $ $ 8! struggle's and howls at fits. Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured... | |
 | Edward Thomas Stevens - 1873 - 236 pàgines
...the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers Lightning, my pilot, sits; In a cavern under is fettered the... | |
 | Nelson Thomas and sons, ltd - 1873 - 408 pàgines
...green plains under ; And then again I ' dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers Lightning my pilot sits; In a cavern under is fettered the... | |
 | James Ridgway - 1874 - 416 pàgines
...green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh, as I pass, in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines...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... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - 584 pàgines
...like crescents o'er a Turk's pavilion, And blending every color into one. BYRON. THE CLOUD. I SIFT the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines...pillow white. While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind... | |
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