 There is a power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome...  The Progressive Reader, Or, Juvenile Monitor: Carefully Selected from the ... - Pągina 1731837 - 216 pąginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1824 - 408 pągines
...and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. " All day the wings have fann'd At that fair height, the cold thin atmosphere — Yet stoop not,...the welcome land, Though the dark night is near." Mr. Bryant has also written a pleasant poem, entitled — " Green River," and another, " Inscription... | |
 | 1821 - 526 pągines
...where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ? ' All day thy wings have fann'd At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet...among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest.' ART. XIX. — An Essay concerning the Free -Agency of Man, or the Powers and Faculties... | |
 | 1822 - 764 pągines
...coast, The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, hut not lost All day thy wings have fann'd, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet...near. • • And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shall thou find a summer home, and rest,And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy... | |
 | 1822 - 298 pągines
...way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. And soon that toil shall end ;' • • • ' Soon...fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy shelter'd nest. Thou 'st gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallow'd up thy form ; yet, on my heart, Deeply hath sunk... | |
 | 1823 - 908 pągines
...WATER-FOWL. By BRYANT, an American Poet. All day thy wings hare fann'd, At that far height, the cool, thin atmosphere , Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon thy toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer-home and rest, And scream among thy fellows , reeds... | |
 | 1822 - 418 pągines
...The desert and illimitable air, — 172 All day thy wings have fann'd, At that far height, the cool thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not weary to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon thy toil shall end ; Soon shalt thnu find a summer home and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds... | |
 | 1822 - 496 pągines
...the welcome land, Tbo' the dark night is near. And soon that tail shall end. Soon shalt thou fm>! • summer home and rest. And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy shelterM nest. Thou'rt gone i the abyss of heave* Hath swallow'd up thy form : yet on my heart Deeply... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1823 - 492 pągines
...— The desert and illimitable air, — ^ Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet...among thy fellows : reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone ! the abyss_of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply... | |
 | 1832 - 358 pągines
...coast ; The desert and illimitable air Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere ; Yet...night is near. And soon that toil shall end, Soon shall thou find a summer home and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy... | |
 | 1824 - 452 pągines
...coast,— The desert aud inimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet...night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shall thon find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy... | |
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