 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 - Page 398by Robert Chambers - 1844Full view - About this book
 | Uncle Thomas - Gift books - 1854 - 272 pages
...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...aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. MEDITATION. I HAVE been lonely, even from a child; Though bound with... | |
 | Rufus Claggett - 1855 - 208 pages
...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...; 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 ;... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 766 pages
...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. n. I bil'i the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - American poetry - 1855 - 452 pages
...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,...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... | |
 | American poetry - 1855 - 458 pages
...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... | |
 | Anne Bowman - 1856 - 316 pages
...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...; 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... | |
 | English poetry - 1856 - 754 pages
...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,... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1856 - 474 pages
...waken The sweet hirds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's hreast, As she dances ahout the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And...pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains helow, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While 1 sleep in... | |
 | 1856 - 402 pages
...the 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...again, I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass it in thunder. New Way of Curing a Toper. THE New York Tribune publishes the following thrilling sketch... | |
 | Aubrey Thomas De Vere - 1858 - 298 pages
...the 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...; 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... | |
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