 | Edward Thomas Stevens - 1873 - 236 pages
...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, ^y the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear,... | |
 | How - 1873 - 222 pages
...depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest on my airy nest As still as a brooding dove. That orbdd maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the...glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight bree1es strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken... | |
 | Mortimer Collins - 1873 - 270 pages
...detail. Nugent, it has been said, was there early, pacing the sands demoniacally, utterly regardless of " That orbed maiden with white fire laden Whom mortals call the Moon." His watch was fast and his temper hot. To him presently arrives AchilleGilet, penitent aeronaut. "Where... | |
 | Quotations - 1873 - 530 pages
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 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1874 - 646 pages
...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 pages
...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'ยป thai nx-f, The stars peep behind her and peer. And I laugh to see tliem whirl and flee, Like... | |
 | John Reynell Morell - Literature - 1874 - 236 pages
...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 - Quotations - 1874 - 798 pages
...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... | |
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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... 
