 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...  Journal of Theological Studies - Page 2261912Full view - About this book
 | 1828 - 814 pages
...crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I 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 breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pages
...the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest, As still as a brooding dove. Taylor Coleridge r.lides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat... | |
 | 1831 - 542 pages
...the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rett, on mine airy nest, As 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 breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat... | |
 | 1832 - 598 pages
...depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest on mine airy nest. As 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 breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat... | |
 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1832 - 824 pages
...the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest on mine airy nest, As 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 breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat... | |
 | Royal Asiatic Society of Great Britain and Ireland - 1879 - 432 pages
...unintelligible. He was a true Chinaman, who, when his love-sick English master tried to elicit his ideas about " That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon," promptly replied, "My thinkee all same lamp pigeon." Their history, which savours more of the style... | |
 | William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - 370 pages
...the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest, As 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 breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 pages
...the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest. As 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 breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 pages
...the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest. As 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 breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 pages
...the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest. As 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 breezes strewn ; And, wherever the beat... | |
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