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" I bear light shades 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 breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail,... "
The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume - Стр. 210
авторы: Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - Страниц: 607
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Dictionary of Literature in English

Neil King, Sarah King - 2002 - Страниц: 189
...Jobn Heywood's THE PHY OF IHE WETHER (1533). See Medwall, internal rhyme is rhyming within lines, eg I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their...my pillow white. While I sleep in the arms of the blast. (from Prrry Shelby's "The Cloud") See rhyme. interpolation occurs when a section not by the...
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The Invention of Clouds: How an Amateur Meteorologist Forged the Language of ...

Richard Hamblyn - 2002 - Страниц: 292
...shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of...And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.15 This first stanza has been interpreted by...
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Our Affair with El Niño: How We Transformed an Enchanting Peruvian Current ...

S. George Philander - 2004 - Страниц: 275
...crystals that sometimes stick together to form snowflakes in a variety of shapes. On such occasions I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their...my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. My presence requires continual evaporation, condensation, and precipitation. To what end? I...
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Tornado Alley: Monster Storms of the Great Plains

Howard B. Bluestein - 2006 - Страниц: 180
...much cloud material is present and quite a bit of sunlight is filtering through. Catching Real Storms I wield the flail of the lashing hail. And whiten...And then again 1 dissolve it in rain And laugh as 1 pass in thunder. —Shelley THE SKY is o\t OF nature's art museums. Its exhibits are constantly ehanging...
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