| Otis Henry Tiffany - 1883 - 932 pagini
...echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. THE CLOUD. PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. BRING fresh showers for the thirsty flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light...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... | |
| Thomas Humphry Ward - 1884 - 654 pagini
...both ye now would, If envy or age had not frozen your blood — • At the sorrow of my sweet pipings. THE CLOUD. . I bring fresh showers for the thirsting...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... | |
| George Moore - 1973 - 194 pagini
...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...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... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1994 - 752 pagini
...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...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... | |
| Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 pagini
...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...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... | |
| John Foster - 2001 - 100 pagini
...find that famous plain in Spain. I don't care what you say, my friend, Hike the rain. Richard Edwards I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From...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... | |
| Richard Hamblyn - 2002 - 306 pagini
...in a fluid, changeable organism which addresses the reader in an appealingly mocking tone of voice: I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From...my wings are 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... | |
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