 | 1828 - 814 страници
...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 in 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 1831 - 542 страници
...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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1832 - 824 страници
...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 in 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... | |
 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1833 - 850 страници
...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 sits In a cavern under...at fits ; Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, Tilia pilot is guiding me, I.urcil by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea... | |
 | William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - 370 страници
...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 in 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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 страници
...Sublime on the towers of my skiey howers, Lightning, my pilot, sits, In a cavern under is fetter'd the thunder. It struggles and howls at fits ; Over...with gentle motion. This pilot is guiding me, Lured hy the love of the penii that move Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 страници
...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 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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 страници
...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 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... | |
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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 blast. 
