Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes About Rain

Quotes about: Rain

• I wield the flail of the lashing 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

  Laughter, Rain, Clouds

  1819 'The Cloud'.

• Sounds of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain awaken'd flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Rain, Flower, Sound

  Percy Bysshe Shelley (1832). “The Beauties of Percy Bysshe Shelley ... Third Edition”, p.218

• I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Change, Mother, Daughter

  'The Cloud' (1819)

• I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
  And out of the caverns of rain,
  Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
  I arise and unbuild it again.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Children, Rain, Clouds

  'The Cloud' (1819)

• 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 breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing 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

  Mother, Dream, Sweet

  1819 'The Cloud'.

• Lightning my pilot sits; In a cavern 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 genii that move In the depths of the purple sea; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream The Spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Dream, Rain, Ocean

  Percy Bysshe Shelley (1847). “The works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, ed. by mrs. Shelley”, p.259

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