 | Edward Thomas Stevens - 1873 - 236 páginas
...laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers Lightning,...is fettered the thunder— It struggles and howls by fits ; Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of... | |
 | James Ridgway - 1874 - 416 páginas
...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 mountains below, And their...the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skyey bowers Lightning, my pilot, sits; In a cavern under, is fettered the thunder, It struggles and... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - 584 páginas
...Glittering like crescents o'er a Turk's pavilion, And blending every color into one. BYRON. THE CLOUD. I SIFT the snow on the mountains below, And their...pillow white. While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind... | |
 | Casket - 1874 - 840 páginas
...then again I dissolve it in ram, And buigh ae I pass in thunder. I sift the enow un the пишпЫш below, And their great pines groan aghast; And all...While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the to were of my t-kyey bowers Lightning my pilot »its; In a cavt-rn under i» fettered the thunder —... | |
 | James Madison Watson - 1875 - 486 páginas
...whiten the green plains under ; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. 2. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their...the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skyey bowers It struggles and howls at fits. Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is... | |
 | Samuel Austin Allibone - 1875 - 794 páginas
...green all girded up in sheaves, Home on the bier with white and bristly beard. SHAKSPEARE : Sonnet XII. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their...pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. SHELLEY: The Cloud. Strephon, with leavy twigs of laurel-tree, A garland made, on temples for to wear.... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1875 - 588 páginas
...Glittering like crescents o'er a Turk' s pavilion, And blending every color into one. BYHOÍÍ. THE CLOUD. I SIFT the snow on the mountains below, And their...aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While 1 sleep in the anus of the blast. That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon,... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1875 - 584 páginas
...blending every color into oue. BYKO.X. THE CLOUD. I SIFT the snow on the mountains below, And theirgreat pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast That orbed maiden, with white fire laden. Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleecelike... | |
 | Edward Austin Sheldon - 1875 - 444 páginas
...the green plains under ; And then, again, I dissolve it in rain, And laugh, as I pass in thunder. 2. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 't is my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skyey bowers,... | |
 | 1875 - 210 páginas
...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 mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 't is my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skyey bowers... | |
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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... 
