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. Classic Selections from the Best Authors - Page 286by Samuel Silas Curry - 1888 - 182 pagesFull view - About this book
| 1831 - 542 pages
...noon-day dreams. From my wing-, 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...laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountain below. And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white. While... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pages
...the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail. And whiten the green plains under. And then again 1 831 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the bla«. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bower».... | |
| William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1832 - 824 pages
...THE CLOUD. I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I tear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday...under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh m I pass in thunder. I gift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And... | |
| William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1833 - 850 pages
...From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreflms. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet...then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass iu thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the... | |
| William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - 370 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...mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast j And all the night 'tis my pillow white, "While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers... | |
| William Martin - 1838 - 368 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...their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night, 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skicy bowers... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 pages
...noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that wak«> The sweet buds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast. As she dances about...their great pines groan aghast .And all the night 'tis my pillow white. While 1 sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers.... | |
| Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 pages
...shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breasi , As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of...their great pines groan 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,... | |
| Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 pages
...dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast, As she danees about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail,...their great pines groan 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.... | |
| Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 pages
...noon-day dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet hirds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about...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 I sleep in... | |
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