...Late that summer night, St. Alphage and Harry Mauleverer held counsel together in Addison's Walk. " That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon," was riding at her zenith, flooding with her light the graceful tower from whose summit a hymn is sung...

...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...woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind and peer ! And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent...

...rack, When the morning star shines dead.... The orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortal cali the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor. By the midnight breezes strewn. raude et d'or — glissaient à travers le dôme de teintes entremêlées. De larges nymphéas y traînaient...

...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...

...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...woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent...

...of "That orbed maiden, with white fir* laden, Whom mortis call the moou." 11 And wherever the brat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The,sturs peep behind her and peer.1' Then at last, how triumphantly it proves its own durability:...

...eve may fall From 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...

...rack When the morning star shines dead. * * ' * * ' That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Which mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor By the midnight breezes gtrown.' * # * * ' 0 wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou from whose unseen presence...

...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...

...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...