 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...  Hoekzema's Gleanings from English Poetry - Side 167af David Hoekzema - 1893 - 334 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
 | George Moore - 1973 - 194 sider
...fading brain, The moon arose up in the murky East, A white and shapeless mass — Percy Bysshe Shelley THE CLOUD I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting...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... | |
 | Timothy Webb - 1977 - 288 sider
[ Denne sides indhold er desværre begrænset. ] | |
 | John Buxton - 1978 - 216 sider
[ Denne sides indhold er desværre begrænset. ] | |
 | Max Kaluza - 1911 - 422 sider
...From the raindrops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow! also Shelley's Ode The Cloud: I bring fresh showers For the thirsting...For the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. But the other tail- rime lines have three feet; cp. Kroder, Shelleys Verskunst, Erlangen 1903, p. 163.... | |
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