 | William Hone - 1837 - 874 pàgines
...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 shall thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows ;... | |
 | 1837 - 232 pàgines
...air,-. — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fann'd J 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... | |
 | Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1837 - 344 pàgines
...bat not lost. All day (hy wings have fann'd At that far height the cold thin atmosphere; Yet sloop 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... | |
 | 1838 - 274 pàgines
...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 among thy fellows : reeds... | |
 | 1838 - 272 pàgines
...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 among thy fellows : reeds... | |
 | Henry Duncan - 1839 - 436 pàgines
...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 among thy fellows ; reeds... | |
 | 1839 - 320 pàgines
...illimitable air — Lone \vand<!riug, 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 among thy fellows : reeds... | |
 | William Rhind - 1839 - 136 pàgines
...air. Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fann'd. At that far height, the cold dim atmosphere, Yet stoop not weary to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. In describing birds, it is necessary to be acquainted with the Following terms : No. 25. a the cere,... | |
 | John Keese - 1840 - 304 pàgines
...wandering, but not lost. TO A WATERFOWL. 59. 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... | |
 | John William Carleton - 1840 - 548 pàgines
...wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphtrt ; 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 ;... | |
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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. 
