 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
 | David Grant (of Aberdeen) - 1871 - 478 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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1871 - 742 páginas
...pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest, 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... | |
 | Hippolyte Adolphe Taine - 1871 - 570 páginas
...burning plumes outspread, Lejips on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead . . .* 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.'* Head again those verses... | |
 | Asahel Clark Kendrick - 1871 - 484 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... | |
 | Lewis Baxter Monroe - 1872 - 432 páginas
...the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest on my 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... | |
 | William Henry Davenport Adams - 1872 - 396 páginas
...depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest on mine airy nest, As still as a brooding dove. I K E O That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the Moon, " AND THE MOONBEAMS KISS THE SEA." — SHELLEY. THE CLOUD. 20 J Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like... | |
 | Garland - 1872 - 170 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... | |
 | Jean Middlemass - 1872 - 360 páginas
...dwelling amid natural effects, and noting the wondrous cloud-land as revealed by the half-hidden rays of " That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon ;" which he had so skilfully and truthfully depicted on his canvas. It was the general verdict that... | |
 | John Charles Curtis - 1872 - 168 páginas
...breathe, from the lit sea beneath, Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall 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... | |
 | Robert Bell - 1872 - 420 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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