 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 pagina’s
...may breathe, from the lit sea benealh, Its ardors of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of ere may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings...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... | |
 | Thomas Browne Browne - 1838 - 274 pagina’s
...when sun-set may breathe from the lit sea beneath Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above,...rest on mine airy nest As still as a brooding dove." In the following sonnet Wordsworth is, what he very rarely is, imaginative. " Methought I saw the footsteps... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 pagina’s
...Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven ahove, With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest, As still as a brooding dove. That orhed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon. Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 pagina’s
...when sunset may breathe from the lit sea beneath, Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson ms Of pant existence, wilt thou then forget That on...worshipper of nature, hither came, Unwearied in t call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 pagina’s
...when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath, Its ardours6 of rest and of love. And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above,...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pagina’s
...[beneath, And when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above,...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... | |
 | 1846 - 436 pagina’s
...when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath, Its ardors of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above,...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pagina’s
...[beneath, And when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above,...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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 578 pagina’s
...when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath, Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above,...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 pagina’s
...when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath. Its ardors of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above,...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... | |
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Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit... 
