 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. 48авторы: Aleksandr Sergeevich Pushkin - 1888 - Страниц: 179Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Half hours - 1847 - Страниц: 616
...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,... | |
 | Walter Percival - 1848 - Страниц: 382
...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,... | |
 | Stephen Watkins Clark - 1851 - Страниц: 204
...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 of her unseen feet,... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - Страниц: 362
...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,... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - Страниц: 438
...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,... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - Страниц: 740
...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 of her unseen feet,... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - Страниц: 552
...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,... | |
 | 1853 - Страниц: 458
...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 of her unseen feet,... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1853 - Страниц: 196
...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... | |
 | 1854 - Страниц: 456
...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 of her unseen feet,... | |
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