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" I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the Blast. "
The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley - الصفحة 321
بواسطة Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1855
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...as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast j And all the night 'tis my pillow white, "While I sleep...the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers, Lightning my pilot sits j In, a cavern under, is fettered the thunder, It struggles and...

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...as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night, 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep...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...

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...as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; f joy in every breeze are borne. But who the melodies...morn can tell I The wild brook babbling down the m skiey bower« Lightning, my pilot, sits ; In a cavern under is fettered the thunder, It struggles and...




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