| 1831 - 542 pages
...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, As she dances about...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 pages
...leaves when laid In their 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,...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 pages
...leaves when laid In their 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,...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 pages
...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... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - English poetry - 1838 - 634 pages
...noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that wak«> The sweet buds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast. As she dances about...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. Lightning my pilot... | |
| William Martin - Readers - 1838 - 368 pages
...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 breast, As she dances about...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 Lightning, my pilot,... | |
| Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838 - 348 pages
...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...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, Lightning, my pilot,... | |
| Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838 - 412 pages
...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,...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. Lightning, my pilot,... | |
| Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838 - 336 pages
...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, As she dances about...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 pages
...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,...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, Lightning my pilot... | |
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