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" 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 Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century - الصفحة 286
بواسطة Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - عدد الصفحات: 504
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The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion [afterw.] The ...

1831 - عدد الصفحات: 542
...leaves when laid In their 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,...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...

The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - عدد الصفحات: 1022
...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...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 skyey bowers,...

Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, المجلد 2

William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1832 - عدد الصفحات: 824
...noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about...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...

Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, المجلد 2

William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 850
...noonday dreflms. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about...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...

Principles of elocution

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...

The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - عدد الصفحات: 634
...shades fur the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that wak«> The sweet buds every one, When rock'd to rest on their...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....

The Moral and Intellectual School Book: Containing Instructions for Reading ...

William Martin - 1838 - عدد الصفحات: 368
...leaves when laid In their 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...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...

The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - عدد الصفحات: 348
...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,...

The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - عدد الصفحات: 336
...leaves when laid In their 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,...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...

The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - عدد الصفحات: 412
...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....




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