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" 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... "
Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of ... - Página 398
editado por - 1844
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The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion [afterw.] The ...

...noon-day dreams. From my wing-, 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...laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountain below. And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white. While...
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 607 páginas
...the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail. And whiten the green plains under. And then again 1 831 sleep in the arms of the bla«. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bower». Lightning my pilot sits,...
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Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Volumen2

William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1832
...the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's...under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh m I pass in thunder. I gift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And...
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Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Volumen2

William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1833
...the leaves when laid In their noonday dreflms. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's...then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass iu thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the...
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Principles of elocution

William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837
...one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And...mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast j And all the night 'tis my pillow white, "While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers...
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The Moral and Intellectual School Book: Containing Instructions for Reading ...

William Martin - 18?? - 348 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...; And all the night, 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skicy bowers Lightning, my pilot, sits...
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 603 páginas
...noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that wak«> The sweet buds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast. As she dances about...aghast .And all the night 'tis my pillow white. While 1 sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers. Lightning my pilot sits....
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838
...shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breasi , As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of...; 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, Lightning, my pilot, sits,...
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838
...dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast, As she danees about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail,...; 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. Lightning, my pilot, sits,...
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The Book of Gems: The Poets and Artists of Great Britain

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838
...noon-day dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet hirds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about...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 I sleep in...
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