 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...  The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly - الصفحة 40المحررون: - 1838عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | 1828 - عدد الصفحات: 814
...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...dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I gift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - عدد الصفحات: 575
...to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the Hail of tbe lashing bail. And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain. And laugh as I pass in ihimder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan :ighast ; And all the... | |
 | 1831 - عدد الصفحات: 542
...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 sun. I wield the flail of...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 - عدد الصفحات: 628
...shaken the dew« that wibt-n The sweet buds every one. When rock'd to rest on their mother's brttsî. . Grigg 1 dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below. And... | |
 | 1832 - عدد الصفحات: 598
...shaken the dews that wakea The sweet hirds 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 ereen plains under, And then again I dissolve it in' rain, Andlaugh as I pass in thunder. 1 sift the... | |
 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1832 - عدد الصفحات: 824
...shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of...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 - عدد الصفحات: 850
...shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of...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 - عدد الصفحات: 370
...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 - عدد الصفحات: 368
...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 sun. I wield the flail of...the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skicy bowers Lightning, my pilot, sits ; In a cavern under, is fetter'd the thunder, It struggles and... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - عدد الصفحات: 634
...shaken the dews that wak«> The sweet buds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast. As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of...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. Lightning my pilot sits.... | |
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