 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. I sift...  The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley - Seite 259von Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Neil King, Sarah King - 2002 - 214 Seiten
...Jobn Heywood's THE PHY OF IHE WETHER (1533). See Medwall, internal rhyme is rhyming within lines, eg I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their...pillow white. While I sleep in the arms of the blast. (from Prrry Shelby's "The Cloud") See rhyme. interpolation occurs when a section not by the writer... | |
 | S. George Philander - 2004 - 296 Seiten
...crystals that sometimes stick together to form snowflakes in a variety of shapes. On such occasions I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their...pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. My presence requires continual evaporation, condensation, and precipitation. To what end? I do it for... | |
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