 | 1828 - 814 pagine
...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 - 1831 - 628 pagine
...the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail. And whiten the green plains under. And then again 1 831 bla«. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bower». Lightning my pilot sits, In a cavern under is fetter'd... | |
 | 1831 - 542 pagine
...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... | |
 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1832 - 824 pagine
...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 - 850 pagine
...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 - 370 pagine
...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 pagine
...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...my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skicy bowers Lightning, my pilot, sits ; In a cavern under, is fetter'd... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 pagine
...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...my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers, Lightning, my pilot, sits, In a cavern under is fetter'd... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 pagine
...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,...my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers. Lightning, my pilot, sits, In a cavern under is fetter'd... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 pagine
...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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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. 
