 | Uncle Thomas - 1854 - 272 pàgines
...I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the...pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. MEDITATION. I HAVE been lonely, even from a child; Though bound with sweet ties to a happy home, With... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1855 - 772 pàgines
...whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. n. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their...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... | |
 | 1856 - 754 pàgines
...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...bowers, Lightning, my pilot, sits, In a cavern under is fetter'd the thunder, It struggles and howls at fits ; Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This... | |
 | Daphne Smith Giles - 1856 - 264 pàgines
...whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. ir. "I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their...the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skicy bowers, Ligli tning my pilot sits. Jn a cavern under is fettered the thunder, It struggles and... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1859 - 512 pàgines
...wines are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's2 breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail...the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skyey bowers Lightning, my pilot,3 sits ; » In a cavern under is fettered the thunder, It struggles... | |
 | John Connery - 1861 - 416 pàgines
...noon-day dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about...pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. In a cavern under is fetter'd the thunder, It struggles and howls at fits. Over earth and ocean, with... | |
 | James Stuart Laurie - 1863 - 328 pàgines
...Erom the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade, for the leaves, when laid In their noonday dreams. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their...the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skyey bowers, Lightning, my pilot, sits; In a cavern under is fetter'd the thunder, It struggles and... | |
 | 1864 - 402 pàgines
...rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashieg hail, And whiten the green plains under ; And then...white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime oe the towers of my skiey bowers, Lightning my pilot sits ; In a cavern under is fettered the thunder,... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1865 - 252 pàgines
...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 breast,...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 - 1866 - 192 pàgines
...suppliant dance ; — Thy race, the only race that sings " Lord of lords ! and King of kings !" MlLHAN. THE CLOUD. I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting...my pilot, sits ; In a cavern under is fettered the thunderIt struggles and howls by fits : Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding... | |
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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 breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield... 
