 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 - Seite 34herausgegeben von - 1838Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1869 - 810 Seiten
...dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast,1 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 fetter'd the thunder, It struggles and... | |
 | Scottish school-book assoc - 1869 - 438 Seiten
...that waken The sweet birds' every bne, When rocked to rest I on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail,...rain, And laugh' as I pass in thunder. I sift the snbw on the mountains below, And their great pines' groan aghast; And all the night' 'tis my pillow... | |
 | Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1869 - 596 Seiten
...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 green plains under ; And then again I dissolve in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines... | |
 | Daniel Scrymgeour - 1870 - 644 Seiten
...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,...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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1870 - 628 Seiten
...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,...dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. II. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night... | |
 | Charles Walton Sanders - 1870 - 496 Seiten
...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,...dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. 2. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1871 - 400 Seiten
...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... | |
 | Asahel Clark Kendrick - 1871 - 484 Seiten
...dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's bieast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail,...my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blase. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers Lightning, my pilot, sits ; In a cavern under is fettered... | |
 | David Grant (of Aberdeen) - 1871 - 478 Seiten
...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,...groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, Sublime in the towers of my skiey bowers, Lightning my pilot sits ; In a cavern under is fettered the... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 Seiten
...dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances 's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father...TUN.VYSUN. THE ANGEL'S WHISPER. In Ireland they have a 't is my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skyey bowers... | |
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