 | 1828 - 814 pagina’s
...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 then again...dissolve it in rain, And laugh 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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pagina’s
...to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the Hail of tbe lashing bail. And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain. And laugh as I pass in ihimder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan :ighast ; And all the... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pagina’s
...the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail. And whiten the green plains under. And then again 1 831 bla«. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bower». Lightning my pilot sits, In a cavern under is fetter'd... | |
 | 1831 - 542 pagina’s
...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...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... | |
 | 1832 - 598 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...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 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 pagina’s
...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 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 pagina’s
...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 then again...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 pagina’s
...rest on their mother's breast, As she danees about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under ; And then again...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... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 pagina’s
...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...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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... flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their 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... 
