 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1874 - 646 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...By the midnight breezes strewn ; ' And wherever the heat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof,... | |
 | Casket - 1874 - 840 pàgines
...orbed maiden with white fire ladtm, Whom mortal* call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn; And wherever...only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my U:nt'» thai nx-f, The stars peep behind her and peer. And I laugh to see tliem whirl and flee, Like... | |
 | John Reynell Morell - 1874 - 236 pàgines
...burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead . . . That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals...moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, f By the midnight breezes strewn." Shelley passed most of his short life in the free air of heaven,... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1874 - 798 pàgines
...the life of care Which I have horne, 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... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1875 - 588 pàgines
...pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While 1 sleep in the anus of the blast. That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals...moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleecelike floor, I?y the midnight breezes strewn : And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear,... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1875 - 584 pàgines
...my fleecelike floor, By the midnight breezes strewn; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, 46 47 Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof. The stars poop Iiehind her and peer; And I langh to see them whirl and Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1875 - 890 pàgines
...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 Ado iiii<, xxxii. Life, like a dome of many-coloured... | |
 | Thomas Arnold - 1876 - 554 pàgines
...the imagery is partly fantastic, partly imaginative, as maybe seen in the following extract: — " That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals...hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built... | |
 | Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - 1876 - 870 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...Moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, I5y the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear,... | |
 | Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - 1876 - 860 pàgines
...with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the Moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, lay the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, * ' The ode* To tlie Skylark and Tht C/mit, in the opinion of m.iny critics, bear я purer poetical... | |
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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... 
