 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
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...about the waters. Would there be moonlight enough for riding and working ? were the only questions he asked about that ' orbed maiden with white fire...had been washed into his grave with whisky. Hence Uncle Sam began treating the supernatural with familiarity, and matters built on the supernatural with... | |
 | Moxon Edward and co - 200 páginas
...depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest, As still as a brooding dove. IV. 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... | |
 | Henry Coppée - 1867 - 588 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 Bartlett - 1868 - 828 páginas
...the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear. Stanzas, written in Dejection, near Naples. That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon. The Cloud, iv. A pard-like spirit, beautiful and swift. Adonais xxxii. Life, like a dome of many-coloured... | |
 | J. Peter Lesley - 1868 - 436 páginas
...Venus, riding in her shell upon the waters ; and the Diana riding as a crescent through the sky — ' That orbed maiden, With white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon.' The number of the children, therefore, in the nests of our candelabra was not an essential point. These... | |
 | Woodland - 1868 - 186 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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1868 - 328 páginas
...the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest, As sIill as a brooding dove. That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides ghmmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn; And wherever the beat of... | |
 | John Hugh Hawley - 1868 - 298 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.— SEBIES H.... | |
 | Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1869 - 596 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... | |
 | William Davis (B.A.) - 1869 - 200 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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