 | Edward Hughes - 1856 - Страниц: 474
...waken The sweet hirds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's hreast, As she dances ahout the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And...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 1 sleep in... | |
 | 1856 - Страниц: 402
...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...again, I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass it in thunder. New Way of Curing a Toper. THE New York Tribune publishes the following thrilling sketch... | |
 | Aubrey Thomas De Vere - 1858 - Страниц: 298
...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 skiey bowers... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1858 - Страниц: 348
...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. THE LAXDSCAPE.-DTI*. Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view ? The fountain's... | |
 | S. R. - 1860 - Страниц: 306
...noon-day dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rooked 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... | |
 | Advanced reading book - 1860 - Страниц: 458
...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. THOMAS HOOD, a minor poet of this century, is best known as a humorous writer. But many of his pieces... | |
 | John Connery - 1861 - Страниц: 416
...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 noon-day dreams....their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night, 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. In a cavern under is fetter'd the thunder,... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - Страниц: 224
...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,... | |
 | 1861 - Страниц: 578
...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 the...dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of... | |
 | Nelson Thomas and sons, ltd - 1862 - Страниц: 392
...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...I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their groat pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of 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... 
