 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
 | Samuel Orchart Beeton - American poetry - 1873 - 782 pages
...noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rock'd sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers Lightning, my pilot, sits... | |
 | Edward Thomas Stevens - 1873 - 236 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...mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers Lightning, my pilot, sits; In a cavern under is fettered the... | |
 | Nelson Thomas and sons, ltd - 1873 - 408 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,...mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers Lightning my pilot sits; In a cavern under is fettered the... | |
 | How - 1873 - 222 pages
...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...; 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... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - Literary Criticism - 1995 - 936 pages
...dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, 10 And then again I dissolve it in rain. And laugh as...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;... | |
 | John Foster - Juvenile Nonfiction - 2001 - 100 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,...dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. Percy Bysshe Shelley 'Oh where are you going?' said Rover to river, 'You flow always downward. Why... | |
 | Richard Hamblyn - Biography & Autobiography - 2002 - 306 pages
...the 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...again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.15 This first stanza has been interpreted by meteorologists as an accurate invocation of cumulus,... | |
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