 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
 | Stephen Watkins Clark - 1851 - 204 páginas
...heaven above, J6. A. With wings folded. I rest, on mine airy nest, As still as a brooding dove. 17. A. 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... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 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... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 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... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 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... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1853 - 196 páginas
...David hid himself. She came down to wash herself. It moves in all directions without turning itself. That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon. — SHELLEY. Woods that wave o'er Delphi's stcep, Isles, that crown the jEgean decp. — GRAY. At mercy... | |
 | 1853 - 458 páginas
...Lightning, my pilot, sits ; In a cavern under is fettered the thunder, It struggles and howls at fits. 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... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 páginas
...the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on my airy nest, And 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 Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1854 - 608 páginas
...notes respecting the tints of the million-colored bow, or to coax his ingenuity into metaphoric conceit W A* F b ! Y + F29y=vS4 g 퇲С [ D^]TPo > 0Db "D Fʁ ? No; sympathy had thrown open the gates of his soul, and the more than magical retinue entered. The... | |
 | 1854 - 456 páginas
...the depth of heaven above, With wings foldc d 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, B y the midnight breezes strewn ; And whe rever the beat... | |
 | 1855 - 458 páginas
...the depth of heaven above, With wings foldc d 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, B f the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the. beat... | |
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