 | 1821 - 526 pages
...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...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... | |
 | 1822 - 764 pages
...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...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... | |
 | 1832 - 358 pages
...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...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... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1823 - 492 pages
...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...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... | |
 | 1824 - 452 pages
...a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,— The desert aud inimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have...to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shall thon find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows;... | |
 | William Hone - 1826 - 876 pages
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 | 1826 - 438 pages
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 | William Hone - 1827 - 858 pages
...coast,— The desert and illimitable air,— Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings hare fann'd, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet...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... | |
 | 1829 - 436 pages
...— The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fann'd At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet...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. 
