 | Charles Knight - 1847 - 620 Seiten
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 | Half hours - 1847 - 616 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1850 - 652 Seiten
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 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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... | |
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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... 
