 | 1828 - 814 pàgines
...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...golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are... | |
 | 1832 - 598 pàgines
...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...golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are... | |
 | 1831 - 542 pàgines
...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...golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm river, lakes, and seas, Like itrips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each... | |
 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1832 - 824 pàgines
...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...golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pàgines
...orbed maiden, with white fire laden. Whom mortals call the moon. Glides glimmering o'er my lleece-like floor. By the midnight breezes strewn; And wherever...behind her and peer: And I laugh to see them whirl and Hee. Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my windbuilt tent, Till the calm rivers,... | |
 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1833 - 850 pàgines
...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...broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars pee]) behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When... | |
 | William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - 370 pàgines
...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...golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 pàgines
...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...golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 pàgines
...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...golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 pàgines
...dove. That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er iny fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn...golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high. Are... | |
| |
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... 
