 | Poetry - 1872 - 710 pages
...noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one. When rocked s own 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skyey bowers... | |
 | Robert Bell - 1872 - 420 pages
...noon-day 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 skiey bowers,... | |
 | Arithmetic - 1872 - 264 pages
...noonday dreama. 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...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... | |
 | John Charles Curtis - Readers - 1872 - 168 pages
...leaves when laid 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...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... | |
 | Lewis Baxter Monroe - Readers - 1872 - 418 pages
...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...dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. n. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis... | |
 | Samuel Orchart Beeton - American poetry - 1873 - 782 pages
...leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1873 - 906 pages
...noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked Ч is my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skyey bowera... | |
 | English poetry - 1873 - 390 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Nelson Thomas and sons, ltd - 1873 - 408 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...mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers Lightning my pilot sits; In a cavern under is fettered the... | |
 | Edward Thomas Stevens - 1873 - 236 pages
...noon-day 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...mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers Lightning, my pilot, sits; In a cavern under is fettered the... | |
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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... 
