 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1882 - 984 pages
...sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. 1 wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the...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... | |
 | James Baldwin - 1882 - 632 pages
...noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about...groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, Sublime on the towers of my skyey bowers, Lightning my pilot sits, In a cavern under is fettered the... | |
 | James Melville M'Culloch - 1882 - 442 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 breast,...their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 't is my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skyey bowers,... | |
 | Brainerd Kellogg - 1882 - 460 pages
...When rocked to rest on their Mother's breast, As she dances about (he sun. I wield the flail of Ihe lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And...the arms of the Blast. Sublime on the towers of my skyey bowers Lightning, my pilot, sits; In a tavern under is fettered the Thunder, It struggles and... | |
 | James Johonnot - 1882 - 448 pages
...whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. 2. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their...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... | |
 | James Johonnot - 1882 - 452 pages
...whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. 2. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their...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... | |
 | Otis Henry Tiffany - 1883 - 932 pages
...echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. THE CLOUD. PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. BRING fresh showers for the thirsty flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light...pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. While on the towers of my skiey-bowers, Lightning, my pilot, sits ; In a cavern under is fettered the... | |
 | Otis Henry Tiffany - 1883 - 954 pages
...PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. BRING freeh showers for the thirsty flowers, From the seas and the stream* ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their...pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. While on the towers of my skiey bowers, Lightning, my pilot, site ; In a cavern under is fettered the... | |
 | Cassell, ltd - 1883 - 562 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...the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the anus of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skicy bowers, Lightning my pilot sits, In a cavern under... | |
 | E.H. Butler & Co - 1853 - 396 pages
...whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. 2. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their...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... | |
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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 breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield... 
