 | Half hours - 1847 - 616 páginas
...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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 578 páginas
...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...roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh te see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 páginas
...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...May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The slars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee. Like a swarm of golden bees.... | |
 | Walter Percival - 1848 - 382 páginas
...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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1849 - 406 páginas
...fieecp-lik« floor, By the midnjght breezes strewn ; « And wherever the beat of her unseen fcjt, Wrhich only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of...swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my winihljjlt_tent, Till the calm rive'rsriakes, añoseas, • Like strips of the sky fallen through me... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 páginas
...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... | |
 | Stephen Watkins Clark - 1851 - 204 páginas
...a brooding dove. 17. A. That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight...hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, 18. G. The stars peep behind her and peer; 19. A. And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 páginas
...beat of her unseen f«t, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin rat And spread his Tegctable store, And gaily pressed...lore, The lingering hours beguiled. Around, in sympath ta>^ Till the calm river, lakes, and seas, * • The odes to the SkyUrk and the Cloud, i many critics,... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 páginas
...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...and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Shelley. Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers,... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 páginas
...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... | |
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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 ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's... 
