 Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and 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...  Poems - Pagina 267door William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 276 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | 1821 - 526 pagina’s
...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...; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest.' ART. XIX. — An Essay concerning the Free -Agency of Man, or the Powers and Faculties of the Human... | |
 | 1822 - 758 pagina’s
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 | 1822 - 298 pagina’s
...way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. And soon that toil shall end ;' • • • ' Soon...among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy shelter'd nest. Thou 'st gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallow'd up thy form ; yet, on my heart, Deeply... | |
 | 1822 - 418 pagina’s
...weary to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon thy toil shall end ; Soon shalt thnu find a summer home and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy shelter'd nest. Thou'rt gone ; th' abyss of heav'n Hath swallow'd up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply... | |
 | 1822 - 496 pagina’s
...the welcome land, Tbo' the dark night is near. And soon that tail shall end. Soon shalt thou fm>! • summer home and rest. And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy shelterM nest. Thou'rt gone i the abyss of heave* Hath swallow'd up thy form : yet on my heart Deeply... | |
 | 1823 - 908 pagina’s
...land, Though the dark night is near. And soon thy toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer-home and rest, And scream among thy fellows , reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy shelter'd nest. Thou'rt gone ; tli' abyss of heaven Hath swallow'd np thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply... | |
 | 1832 - 358 pagina’s
...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...heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart, He, who from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1823 - 492 pagina’s
...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...bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone ! the abyss_of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast... | |
 | 1824 - 452 pagina’s
...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; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest. Thon'st gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed op thy form ; yet, on my heart, Deeply hath sunk the... | |
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