 That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's...  Ignorant Essays - Página 118por Richard Dowling - 1888 - 195 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Edward James Mortimer Collins - 1865 - 288 páginas
...Late that summer night, St. Alphage and Harry Mauleverer held counsel together in Addison's Walk. " That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon," was riding at her zenith, flooding with her light the graceful tower from whose summit a hymn is sung... | |
 | John Hugh Hawley - 1865 - 166 páginas
...can fly, nor that can overtake. 6. Yonder comes the powerful king of day Rejoicing in the east. 7. That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon. 8. The tenants of the grave to-day are mute. 9. Man proposes, God disposes. LETTER IX.— SEEIES II.... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1865 - 252 páginas
...the depth of heaven above, With 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 fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat... | |
 | Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 páginas
...the depth of heaven above, With 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 fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat... | |
 | George H. STRUTT - 1866 - 260 páginas
...the depth of heaven above, With 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 fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat... | |
 | John Epy Lovell - 1866 - 568 páginas
...Whilst he is dissolving in rains. With wings folded I rest on my 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 fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat... | |
 | English poetry - 1866 - 180 páginas
...the depth of heaven above, With 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 fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes -strewn ; And wherever the beat... | |
 | Charles Bilton - 1866 - 264 páginas
...From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest on my 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 fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat... | |
 | Frederick Saunders - 1866 - 412 páginas
...the green plains under ; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. * * * That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat... | |
 | Penny readings - 1866 - 264 páginas
...the depth of heaven above, With 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 fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And, wherever the beat... | |
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