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" 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. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines... "
The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley - Страница 321
по Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1866
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The Poetical Melange

1828 - 814 страници
...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 pillow white, While I sleep...the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers, Lightning my pilot sits ; In a cavern under, is fettered the thunder, It struggles and...

The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One ..., Том 1

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 страници
...mountains below, And their great pines groan :ighast ; And all the night 't U my pillow white. While 1 eels : His pitying Mistress mourns, and mourning heals ! L skiey bower*, Lightning my pilot sits, In a cavern under is feller* d the thunder, It struggles and...

The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion [afterw.] The ...

1831 - 542 страници
...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 I sleep...in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of skiey bowers Lightning, my pilot, sits; In a cavern under, is fettered the thunder, This pilot is guiding...

The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 страници
...laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below. And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the bla«. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bower». Lightning my pilot sits, In a cavern under is fetter'd...

The Spirit of the English Magazines

1832 - 598 страници
...mountains below. And their great pines grotto aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While f sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bower*, Lightning my pilot sits In a carern under is fettered the thunder, It struggles and howls...

Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 2

William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1832 - 824 страници
...laugh m I pass in thunder. I gift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep...the arms of the blast Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers, Lightning my pilot sits In a cavern under is fettered the thunder, It struggles and howls...

Principles of elocution

William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - 370 страници
...as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast j And all the night 'tis my pillow white, "While I sleep...the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers, Lightning my pilot sits j In, a cavern under, is fettered the thunder, It struggles and...

The Moral and Intellectual School Book: Containing Instructions for Reading ...

William Martin - 1838 - 368 страници
...as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night, 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep...the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skicy bowers Lightning, my pilot, sits ; In a cavern under, is fetter'd the thunder, It struggles and...

The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 страници
...as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below. And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep...the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers, Lightning, my pilot, sits, In a cavern under is fetter'd the thunder, It struggles and...

The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 страници
...as I 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 the arms of the hlast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey howers, Lightning, my pilot, sits, In a cavern under is fetter'd...




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