 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
 | William Davis (B.A.) - 1869 - Страниц: 200
...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,... | |
 | M. S. Mitchell - 1869 - Страниц: 416
...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,... | |
 | Henry Lewis (M.A.) - 1869 - Страниц: 196
...sun, nor shower, nor breeze Pierce the pines and tallest trees, Each a gem engraven." — Coleridge. " 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." — Shelley. Again, words are sometimes... | |
 | Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1869 - Страниц: 596
...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,... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1869 - Страниц: 810
...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, 93 Bitj of pwwlnn to his intellectual pur, an<J rendered hia mind keenly ulivi- to f perception of... | |
 | 1907 - Страниц: 1184
...does not take us into Shelley's fairyland. He could not have written " The Cloud " or "The Skylark." " 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,... | |
 | William Cox Bennett - 1870 - Страниц: 202
...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,... | |
 | Daniel Scrymgeour - 1870 - Страниц: 644
...Cloud, in the opinion of many cr1ties, bear a purer poetical stamp than any other of his productions. 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 - 1870 - Страниц: 628
...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,... | |
 | mrs. David Armstrong - 1870 - Страниц: 326
...at that golden planet, hanging in the purple space, following in the wake of that mighty globe ! ' That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon.' How grand are the testimonies of a Creator .written in that sky ! Who that ever gazed upon a single... | |
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