| George Willson - 1840 - 298 pągines
...air — Lone wandering, but not lost. 5 All day tliy 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. 4 .. 6 And soon that toil shall end, Soon shall thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 292 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... | |
| Association for the Improvement of Juvenile Books - 1841 - 250 pągines
...but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet etoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end, Soon ehalt them find a summer home, and rest And scream among thy fellows ; reeda... | |
| 1841 - 376 pągines
...— 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 ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows ;... | |
| 1842 - 294 pągines
...pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fann'd, At that far height, the cool thin atmosphere...rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Loose o'er thy shelter'd nest. Thou'rt gone ; th' abyss of heaven Hath swallow'd up thy form ; yet,... | |
| Wood-notes - 1842 - 160 pągines
...pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air, Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fann'd, At that far height, the cool thin atmosphere...night is near. And soon thy toil shall end ; Soon shall thou find a summer-home and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Loose o'er... | |
| Benjamin Franklin Taylor - 1842 - 216 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 among thy fellows; reeds... | |
| Benjamin Franklin Taylor - 1842 - 250 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 daik night is near. And soon that toil shall end, Soon shall thou find a summer home, and rest And... | |
| 1843 - 184 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... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 558 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... | |
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