 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 - Página 398por Robert Chambers - 1844Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 578 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,...plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And langh as 1 pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 páginas
...she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains undec And then again I dissolve it in rain. And laugh as...pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow while, While 1 sleep in ihe arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers. Lightning... | |
 | Walter Percival - 1848 - 382 páginas
...noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waketi The sweet buds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about...below, And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night't is my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey... | |
 | Henry D. Moore - 1850 - 276 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." Communion with nature ! Look at the vignette again. Look at its spirit, — at the poem of the picture,... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 páginas
...leaves when laid In their noon-day dreams ; From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's...; 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... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 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...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, Lightning, my pilot, sits,... | |
 | 1853 - 458 páginas
...the leaves when laid In their noon-day dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's...; And all the 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... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 páginas
...sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun, 1 wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the...; 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... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 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...plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis... | |
 | 1854 - 456 páginas
...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 breast,...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... | |
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