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
| Christopher Fox - 1990 - 472 sider
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| John B. Keane - 1991 - 400 sider
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| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1994 - 752 sider
...earth-consuming Hell Of which thou art a demon, on thy grave This curse should be a blessing. Fare thee well! 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... | |
| Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 sider
...unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy! O, Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? 70 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... | |
| Alexander Bain - 1996 - 386 sider
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| Roy Jay Cook - 1958 - 200 sider
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