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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... "
Man's Origin and Destiny: Sketched from the Platform of the Sciences, in a ... - Page 332
by J. Peter Lesley - 1868 - 381 pages
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The Poetical Melange, Volume 1

English poetry - 1828
...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...
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - English poetry - 1831 - 607 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...
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The Spirit of the English Magazines

American periodicals - 1832
...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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The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion [afterw.] The ...

...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...
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Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 2

William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1832
...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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Journal of the Royal Asiatic Society of Great Britain and Ireland, Volume 11

Royal Asiatic Society of Great Britain and Ireland - Asia - 1879
...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...
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Principles of elocution

William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837
...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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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - English poetry - 1838 - 603 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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The moral and intellectual school book

William Martin - Readers - 1838 - 348 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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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838
...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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