 | 1854 - 456 pàgines
...love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings foldc d I rest, on mine airy nest, As still as a brooding dove. That...moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, B y the midnight breezes strewn ; And whe rever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1854 - 608 pàgines
...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... | |
 | 1855 - 458 pàgines
...love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings foldc d I rest, on mine airy nest, As still as a brooding dove. That...moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, B f the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the. beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels... | |
 | Elizabeth Wormeley Latimer - 1855 - 456 pàgines
...rich voice, softened into harmony with the summer twilight, rang through the chambers of my memory. And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only...hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The-atars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee Like a swarm of golden... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 pàgines
...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...moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, B y the midnjght breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear,... | |
 | Half hours - 1856 - 676 pàgines
...love, And the crimson pall of ere may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest, As still as a brooding dove. That...o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewu ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the... | |
 | 1856 - 754 pàgines
...love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest, As still as a brooding dove. That...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... | |
 | Daphne Smith Giles - 1856 - 264 pàgines
...depth of heaven above, With wiiiKs folded I rest on mine airy nest As still as a brooding tluve. TV. " That orbed maiden with white fire laden Whom mortals call the moon Glides ,'lim:nerinKftYr my fleece-like floo-, Uy the mMn:g!.t breeze strewn; And whenever the beat of her... | |
 | 1858 - 460 pàgines
...eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest, As still aa a brooding dove. That orbed maiden, with white fire...moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, B f the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear,... | |
 | 1858 - 746 pàgines
...above the brown brow of Raghten, and as time proceeded, numberless silvery compeers, attendants on " That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon," broke through the fleecy clouds, too thin to hide them, and looked down with their myriads of gleaming... | |
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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... 
