 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 páginas
...thunder. 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. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bower« Lightning, my pilot, sits ; In a cavern under is fettered the thunder, It struggles and... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 páginas
...mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I plcep ct of these stanzas, wlis one of the eitiht officer* skicy bowers Lightning, my pilot, sits ; In a cavem under is fettered the thunder, It struggles and... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 560 páginas
...thunder. 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. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers, Lightning my pilot sits, In a cavern under is fetter'd the thunder, It struggles and... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 páginas
...thunder. 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. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers Lightning, my pilot,3 sits ; In a cavern under is fettered the thunder, It struggles and... | |
 | 1846 - 438 páginas
...sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 't is my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skyey towers, Lightning my pilot sits ; In a cavern under is fettered the thunder, — It struggles and howls... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 páginas
...sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 't is my 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 fettcr'd the thunder, It struggles and... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 616 páginas
...thunder. 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...under is fettered the thunder, It struggles and howls at fits ; Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 578 páginas
...thunder. 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. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers, Lightning my pilot sits, In a cavern under is fettered the thunder, It struggles and... | |
 | Walter Percival - 1848 - 382 páginas
...I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night't is my 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 the thunder, It struggles and... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1849 - 408 páginas
...sift the snow on the mountains below, Anil their great pines groan aghast ; - . . And all the night 'tis my pillow white, > While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers, ' Lightning my l'ilôt „4N, In a cavern under is fettered the thunder, . -It struggles... | |
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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. 
