 | 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...night is near. ' And soon that toil shall end. Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er... | |
 | 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...• And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shall thou find a summer home, and rest,And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy shelter'd... | |
 | 1822 - 758 pages
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 | 1832 - 358 pages
...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 fanned,...near. And soon that toil shall end, Soon shall thou find a summer home and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1823 - 492 pages
...whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — ^ Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned...night is near. And soon that toil shall end, . Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows : reeds shall bend Soon o'er... | |
 | 1824 - 452 pages
...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 fanned,...is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shall thon find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - 426 pages
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 | William Hone - 1826 - 876 pages
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 | 1826 - 438 pages
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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. 
