 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 psl.
...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... | |
 | William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - 370 psl.
...one, When 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...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 - 348 psl.
...shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breasi , As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of...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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 psl.
...dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast, As she danees about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail,...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 psl.
...noon-day dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rock'd to rest, on their mother's breast, As she dances about...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 psl.
...noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that wak«> The sweet buds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast. As she dances about...aghast .And all the night 'tis my pillow white. While 1 sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers. Lightning my pilot sits.... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 psl.
...dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she danees about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail,...of my skiey bowers, Lightning my pilot sits, In a eavern under is fettered the thunder, It struggles and howls at tits ; Over earth and oeean with gentle... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1842 - 440 psl.
...noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rock'd to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about...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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 psl.
...leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds milkmaid sings ; The whistling ploughman stalks afield...hour ; The partridge bursts away on whirring wings ; bower« Lightning, my pilot, sits ; In a cavern under is fettered the thunder, It struggles and howls... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 psl.
...leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken. The aweet birds en the storm has ceased to blow ; When the fiery fight...more, And the storm has ceased to blow ! Hohenlinden. plcep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skicy bowers Lightning, my pilot, sits... | |
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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 breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield... 
