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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...  A Festival of Art, Poetry and Song: Selections from the Greatest Poets of ... - الصفحة 274 بواسطة Frederick Saunders - 1880 - عدد الصفحات: 392 عرض كامل -
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