 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 pagine
...shaken the dews that waken The sweet hirds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of...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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 pagine
...dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked 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 eavern under is fettered... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 396 pagine
...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 the flail of...And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as 1 pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 pagine
...shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, and, hark I Down the rough slope the ponderous wagon...hour ; The partridge bursts away on whirring wings ; blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bower« Lightning, my pilot, sits ; In a cavern under is fettered... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 pagine
...shaken the dews that waken. The aweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow ! Hohenlinden. plcep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skicy bowers Lightning, my pilot, sits... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pagine
...shaken the dews that waken 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...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... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 pagine
...shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest, on their mother's2 breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of...'tis my pillow white While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers Lightning, my pilot,3 sits ; In a cavern under is fettered... | |
 | 1868 - 844 pagine
...shaken the dews that awaken The sweet birds every one, "When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. '•' I wield the flail...the green plains under ; And then again I dissolve in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. " I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pagine
...shaken the dews that waken 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...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 skiey bowers,... | |
 | 1846 - 436 pagine
...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 the flail of...the green plains under, And then again I dissolve in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines... | |
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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. 
