 | Christian Church - 1859 - 524 pàgines
...air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. 5 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. 6 And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest And scream among thy... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1859 - 812 pàgines
...wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fann'd, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Tet 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 ;... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1975 - 586 pàgines
...Waterfowl" (1815) Bryant had written "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." See Poems (1876), p. 31. 762. To Frances F. Bryant [New York] Wednesday Aug. 27, 1851. Dear F. I got... | |
 | Saskatchewan. Department of Education - 1910 - 260 pàgines
...Give quotations from the Ode. GRAMMAK. 1. 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. (a) Classify the above sentence according to kind and according to structure. (6) Write out in full... | |
 | Jay Parini - 1995 - 788 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 shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds... | |
 | Paul Negri - 2002 - 146 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 shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds... | |
 | Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas Travisano - 2003 - 770 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 shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds... | |
 | William Roetzheim - 2006 - 760 pàgines
...illimitable 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; reed... | |
 | Philip Henry Gosse - 2007 - 417 pàgines
...air, — Lone wandering, but not lort. A]'- 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 aooti that toil shall end. Soon shalt them 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. 
