 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
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1854 - Страниц: 608
...respecting the tints of the million-colored bow, or to coax his ingenuity into metaphoric conceit about , robbery must have been the motive of the assassin, as the deceased ? No; sympathy had thrown open the gates of his soul, and the more than magical retinue entered. The... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - Страниц: 766
...depth of heaven above, With wings folded 1 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 of her unseen feet,... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - Страниц: 452
...the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest, As still ay a brooding Hove. That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, B y the midnjght breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet,... | |
 | 1855 - Страниц: 458
...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 of her unseen feet,... | |
 | Rufus Claggett - 1855 - Страниц: 208
...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,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1855 - Страниц: 770
...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 of her unseen feet,... | |
 | 1855 - Страниц: 624
...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,... | |
 | 1856 - Страниц: 754
...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,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1860 - Страниц: 522
...the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rat, on mine airy nwt, Aa ttill at 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,... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1856 - Страниц: 474
...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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