 | 1835 - 826 pągines
...air — Lime, 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 land, Though the daik night is nvar. " And soon that toil chill end, Soon shall thnu rind a nuiiihier IHUIM-, and rrst,... | |
 | 1836 - 424 pągines
...air — Lone wandering, but not lost. 402 AH day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere : Yet, stoop not, weary, to the welcome land Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Se shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds... | |
 | 1836 - 268 pągines
...coast, The desert and illimitable air, — All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end, Soojt ?halt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows ;... | |
 | Harp - 1836 - 380 pągines
...air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings hare fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon slmlt tliou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows ;... | |
 | Jonathan Barber - 1836 - 404 pągines
...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 land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end, Soon shall thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream amons thy fellows : reeds... | |
 | Robert Walsh - 1836 - 530 pągines
...air,— Lone wandering, but not lost. " All day thy wings have fann'd, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. " And soon that toil shall end, Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest And scream among thy fellows; reeds... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1836 - 286 pągines
...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 land, Though the dark night is near. TO A WATERFOWL. 267 And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1836 - 288 pągines
...wandering, but not lost All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Tet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. TO A WATERFOWL. 267 And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt them find a summer home, and rest, And... | |
 | Henry Duncan - 1837 - 426 pągines
...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 land, Though the dark night is near. " And soon that toil shall end, Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows, reeds... | |
 | William Hone - 1837 - 936 pągines
...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 land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds... | |
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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 land, Though the dark night is near. 
