 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
 | Penny readings - 1866 - Страниц: 264
...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,... | |
 | Frances Martin - 1866 - Страниц: 506
...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,... | |
 | Moxon Edward and co - Страниц: 200
...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,... | |
 | Henry Coppée - 1867 - Страниц: 588
...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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...waters. Would there be moonlight enough for riding and working ? were the only questions he asked about that ' orbed maiden with white fire laden whom mortals call the moon.' His notions, his plains, his rivers,' his lakes, were all 'big,' but he never thought of calling them... | |
 | Woodland - 1868 - Страниц: 186
...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,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1868 - Страниц: 328
...the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest, As sIill as a brooding dove. That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides ghmmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn; And wherever the beat of her nnseen... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1868 - Страниц: 828
...the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear. Stanzas, written in Dejection, near Naples. That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon. The Cloud, iv. A pard-like spirit, beautiful and swift. Adonais xxxii. Life, like a dome of many-coloured... | |
 | John Hugh Hawley - 1868 - Страниц: 298
...can fly, nor that can overtake. 6. Yonder comes the powerful king of day Rejoicing in the east. 7. That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon. 8. The tenants of the grave to-day are mute. 9. Man proposes, God disposes. LETTER IX.— SEBIES H.... | |
 | J. Peter Lesley - 1868 - Страниц: 436
...Venus, riding in her shell upon the waters ; and the Diana riding as a crescent through the sky — ' That orbed maiden, With white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon.' The number of the children, therefore, in the nests of our candelabra was not an essential point. These... | |
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