 | Annie H. Ryder - 1886 - 200 strani
...seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music. LONGFELLOW. 28. I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light...rest on their Mother's breast, As she dances about in the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under j And then again... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1887 - 730 strani
...spread, And the Apennine walks abroad with the storm. THE CLOUD. I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light...As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of thejashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1994 - 752 strani
...This curse should be a blessing. Fare thee well! The Cloud I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light...the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, 10 And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. 1 sift the snow on the mountains... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 strani
...Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? 70 THE CLOUD I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers. From the seas and the streams; I bear light...the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, 10 And then again I dissolve it in rain. And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains... | |
 | John Foster - 2001 - 100 strani
...care what you say, my friend, Hike the rain. Richard Edwards I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light...hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. Percy Bysshe Shelley 'Oh where are you... | |
 | Kerry Emanuel - 2005 - 296 strani
...flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noon -day dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken...As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of die lashing hail, And whiten die green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh... | |
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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... 
