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" 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... "
Poems - Стр. 48
авторы: Aleksandr Sergeevich Pushkin - 1888 - Страниц: 179
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The Poetical Melange, Том 1

1828
...crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest, 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,...
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One ..., Том 1

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - Страниц: 575
...depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest, As still as a brooding dove. Tlmt orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breeze« strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet,...
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The Spirit of the English Magazines

1832
...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 of her unseen feet,...
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The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion [afterw.] The ...

...the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rett, 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 of her unseen feet,...
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - Страниц: 607
...the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest, As still as a brooding dove. Taylor Coleridge r.lides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat...
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Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 2

William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1832
...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 of her unseen feet,...
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Journal of the Royal Asiatic Society of Great Britain and Ireland, Том 11

Royal Asiatic Society of Great Britain and Ireland - 1879
...unintelligible. He was a true Chinaman, who, when his love-sick English master tried to elicit his ideas about " That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon," promptly replied, "My thinkee all same lamp pigeon." Their history, which savours more of the style...
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Principles of elocution

William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837
...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 of her unseen feet,...
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838
...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 of her unseen feet,...
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The moral and intellectual school book

William Martin - 18?? - Страниц: 348
...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 of her unseen feet,...
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