 Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now, Roughening their crests,, and scattering high their spray And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea.  The Athenaeum - Pàgina 1551832Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | 1847 - 648 pàgines
...And swelling the white sail : I welcome theeTo the scorch'd land, thou wanderer of the sea ! " Nor I alone — a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the...to hear thy grateful sound, Lies the vast inland, stretch d beyond the sight : Go forth into the gathering shade ; go forth, God's blessing, breathed... | |
 | Timothy Flint - 1830 - 696 pàgines
...And swelling the white sail. I welcome Ihee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the SOB '. ' Nor I alone — a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fulness of delight; And languid forme rise up, and pulses bound Livelier at the coming of the wind of night: And languishing to hear... | |
 | 1832 - 650 pàgines
...And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea ! ' Nor I alone : a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the...Lies the vast inland, stretched beyond the sight. Go forth into the gathering shade- go forth, God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth ! ' Go,... | |
 | A. B. Cleveland - 1832 - 496 pàgines
...crests, and scattering high their spray, To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea! Nor I alone—a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fulness of...sound, Lies the vast inland stretched beyond the sight. Go forth into the gathering shade; go forth, God's blessing breathe upon the fainting earth! Go, rock... | |
 | 1832 - 952 pàgines
...And swelling the white sail. I welcome tbee To the scorcli'd land, thou wanderer of the sea ! Nor I alone : a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the...languishing to hear thy grateful sound. Lies the vast island, stretched beyond the eight. Go forth into the gathering shade — go forth, God's blessing... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pàgines
...And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea ! Nor I alone — a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fulness of delight; And languid fonns rise up, and pulses bound Livelier, at coming of the wind of night; And, languishing to hear... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1833 - 288 pàgines
...swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea! Nor I alone—a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fulness of...sound, Lies the vast inland stretched beyond the sight. Go forth, into the gathering shade; go forth, God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth! Go,... | |
 | Bela Bates Edwards - 1833 - 892 pàgines
...from the stanzas " To the Evening Wind." " — a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fullness of delight ; And languid forms rise up, and pulses...sound, Lies the vast inland stretched beyond the sight. Go forth, into the gathering shade ; go forth, God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth ! Go,... | |
 | 1834 - 402 pàgines
...And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea ! Nor I alone — a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the...sound, Lies the vast inland stretched beyond the sight. Go forth into the gathering shade ; go forth, God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth ! Go,... | |
 | 1834 - 406 pàgines
...seorehed land, thou wanderer of the sea I Nor I alone—a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fulneas of delight ; And languid forms rise up, and pulses bound Livelier, at eoming of the wind of night ; And, languishing to hear thy grateful sound, Lie* the Tast inland stretehed... | |
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