 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.  Classic Selections from the Best Authors - Página 286de Samuel Silas Curry - 1888 - 182 páginasVisualização completa - Sobre este livro
 | Charles Bilton - 1866 - 264 páginas
...harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now. Shelley. THE CLOUD. I bring fresh showers for the thirsting...their great pines groan aghast ; 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... | |
 | Frederick Saunders - 1866 - 412 páginas
...Ode to the Skylark. Judge of the rich quality of these compositions by the following extracts : — The Cloud:— I bring fresh showers for the thirsting...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... | |
 | Kate Gordon (of Fyvie.) - 1866 - 258 páginas
...shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that wakeu The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on...their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast." l 1. An evening bell. i 2. Vitrified... | |
 | English poetry - 1866 - 192 páginas
...leaves when laid In their noon-day dreams ; From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,...their great pines groan aghast ; 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,... | |
 | Penny readings - 1866 - 264 páginas
...leaves when laid In their noon-day dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest, on their mother's...their great pines groan aghast ; 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... | |
 | Standard poetry book - 1866 - 300 páginas
...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...their great pines groan aghast; 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,... | |
 | George H. STRUTT - 1866 - 260 páginas
...noon-day dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rooked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about...their great pines groan aghast ; 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,... | |
 | English poetry - 1866 - 180 páginas
...leaves when laid In their noon-day dreams; From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,...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... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866 - 726 páginas
...leaves when laid in their noon-day dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken the sweet buds every one, when rocked to rest on their mother's breast,...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... | |
 | Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 páginas
...leaves when laid In their noon-day dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,...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... | |
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