 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...  The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly - Page 34redigeeritud poolt - 1838Full view - About this book
 | 1828 - 814 lehte
...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...dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I gift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 lehte
...to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the Hail of tbe lashing bail. And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain. And laugh as I pass in ihimder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan :ighast ; And all the... | |
 | 1831 - 542 lehte
...dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail,...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 lehte
...that wibt-n The sweet buds every one. When rock'd to rest on their mother's brttsî. As she dances 1 dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below. And... | |
 | 1832 - 598 lehte
...dews that wakea The sweet hirds 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 ereen plains under, And then again I dissolve it in' rain, Andlaugh as I pass in thunder. 1 sift the... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 lehte
...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 the flail of the lashing hail,...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 Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1832 - 824 lehte
...dews that waken The sweet birds 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,...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... | |
 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1833 - 850 lehte
...dews that waken The sweet birds 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,...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... | |
 | William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - 370 lehte
...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... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 lehte
...that waken The sweet birds every one, When rock'd to rest, on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail,...the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skicy bowers Lightning, my pilot, sits ; In a cavern under, is fetter'd the thunder, It struggles and... | |
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