The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their 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 Royal Readers - Страница 27по Thomas Nelson Publishers - 1893Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
| 1828 - 814 страници
...the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I gift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines...my pilot sits ; In a cavern under, is fettered the thunder, It struggles and howls at fits ; Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding... | |
| 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 ! LINES bower*, Lightning my pilot sits, In a cavern under is feller* d the thunder, It struggles and how Is... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 страници
...wield the flail of the lashing hail. And whiten the green plains under. And then again 1 dissolve it in , bla«. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bower». Lightning my pilot sits, In a cavern under is fetter'd... | |
| 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 at... | |
| 1831 - 542 страници
...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 mountain below. And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white. While... | |
| William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1832 - 824 страници
...the green plains 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...Lightning my pilot sits In a cavern under is fettered the thunder, It struggles and howls at fits; Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding... | |
| William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1833 - 850 страници
...hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass iu thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And...Lightning my pilot sits In a cavern under is fettered the thunder, It struggles and howls at fits ; Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, Tilia pilot is... | |
| William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - 370 страници
...wield the flail of 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...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 Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 страници
...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...bowers. Lightning, my pilot, sits, In a cavern under is fetter'd the thunder, It struggles and howls at fits ; Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This... | |
| William Martin - 1838 - 368 страници
...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...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... | |
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