 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
 | Asahel Clark Kendrick - English poetry - 1871 - 484 pages
...shaken the 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...aghast And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blase. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers Lightning, my pilot, sits... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1871 - 742 pages
...leaves when laid In their noon-day dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that wakeu 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 sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast , And all the night 'tis... | |
 | Mary Anne Hearne - Devotional literature, English - 1871 - 288 pages
...leaves when laid In their noon-day dreams. " From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's...the green plains under, And then again I dissolve in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder." Quite as beautiful, if more serious, is Wilson's wellknown... | |
 | Arithmetic - 1872 - 264 pages
...the leaves when laid In their noonday dreama. 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 skyey bowers Lightning, my pilot, sits... | |
 | Poetry - 1872 - 710 pages
...the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet , Who doth not hold his soul's own sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skyey bowers Lightning, my pilot, sits... | |
 | John Charles Curtis - Readers - 1872 - 168 pages
...I bear light shade for the leaves when laid From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's...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, In... | |
 | Robert Bell - 1872 - 420 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,...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,... | |
 | Lewis Baxter Monroe - Readers - 1872 - 418 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...dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. n. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis... | |
 | Garland - Poetry - 1872 - 170 pages
...noonday 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...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... | |
 | English poetry - 1873 - 390 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 skyey bowers Lightning, my pilot, sits... | |
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