 | 1828 - 814 էջ
...the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I gift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines...pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers, Lightning my pilot sits ; In a cavern under, is fettered... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 էջ
...whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain. And laugh as I pass in ihimder. the soft dew, the balmy gale she sighs, And darls a trembling lust :ighast ; And all the night 't U my pillow white. While 1 sleep in the arms of the blast Sublime on... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 էջ
...whiten the green plains under. And then again 1 dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. Father ar( bla«. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bower». Lightning my pilot sits, In a cavern under is fetter'd... | |
 | 1831 - 542 էջ
...And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountain below. And their great pines groan aghast ; And all...pillow white. While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of skiey bowers Lightning, my pilot, sits; In a cavern under, is fettered the... | |
 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1832 - 824 էջ
...the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh m I pass in thunder. I gift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines...pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers, Lightning my pilot sits In a cavern under is fettered the... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 էջ
...the depth of heaven above, Witli wings folded i rest, on mine airy nest, As still as a brooding dove. That orbed maiden, with white fire laden. Whom mortals call the moon. Glides glimmering o'er my lleece-like floor. By the midnight breezes strewn; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which... | |
 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1833 - 850 էջ
...whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass iu thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their...pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers, Lightning my pilot sits In a cavern under is fettered the... | |
 | Royal Asiatic Society of Great Britain and Ireland - 1879 - 432 էջ
...unintelligible. He was a true Chinaman, who, when his love-sick English master tried to elicit his ideas about " That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon," promptly replied, "My thinkee all same lamp pigeon." Their history, which savours more of the style... | |
 | William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - 370 էջ
...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 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 էջ
...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...pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers, Lightning, my pilot, sits, In a cavern under is fetter'd... | |
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I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. 
