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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 - Page 288
by Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 500 pages
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The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion [afterw.] The ...

...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...
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 882 pages
...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,...
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Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 2

William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1832
...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...
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Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 2

William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1833
...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...
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Principles of elocution

William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837
...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...
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - English poetry - 1838 - 603 pages
...shades fur the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that wakę> 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....
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The moral and intellectual school book

William Martin - Readers - 18?? - 348 pages
...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...
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838
...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,...
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The Book of Gems: The Poets and Artists of Great Britain

Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838
...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...
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838
...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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