 | Donald Grant Mitchell - 1897 - 448 pagina’s
...that boding cry Along the waves dost fly ? Oh, rather, bird, with me Through the fair land rejoice ! " Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale, As driven by a beating storm at sea ; Thy cry ia weak and seared. " Then turn tbcc, little bird, and take thy flight Where the complaining sea shall... | |
 | John Clark Ridpath - 1898 - 586 pagina’s
...that boding cry Along the waves dost fly ? O ! rather, Bird, with me Through the fair land rejoice ! Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale, As driven...it bring to me ? Thou call'st along the sand, and haunt'st the surge, Restless and sad ; as if, in strange accord With the motion and the roar Of waves... | |
 | John Clark Ridpath - 1899 - 544 pagina’s
...that boding cry Along the waves dost fly ? O ! rather, Bird, with me Through the fair land rejoice ! Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale, As driven...it bring to me ? Thou call'st along the sand, and haunt'st the surge, Restless and sad ; as if, in strange accord With the motion and the roar Of waves... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1900 - 966 pagina’s
...that boding cry Why o'er the waves dost fly ? 0, rather, bird, with me Through the fair land rejoice ! . @ M doth it bring to nie ? Thou call'st along the sand, and haunt'st the surge, Restless and sad; as if,... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1900 - 954 pagina’s
...? 0. rather, bird, with me Through the fair laud rejoice ! Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and As driven by a beating storm at sea; Thy cry is weak...if thy mates had shared The doom of us: Thy wail, — N hat doth it bring to me ? Tb m eall'st along the sand, and haunt'st the surge, Rf«tless and... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1900 - 968 pagina’s
...the waves dost fly ? 0, rather, bird, with me Through the fair laud rejoice ! Thy Hitting form conies ghostly dim. and pale, As driven by a beating storm at sea; Tliy cry is weuk ami scared, As if thy mates had shared The doom of us: Thy wail, — What doth it... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1901 - 964 pagina’s
...that boding cry Why o'er the waves dost fly ? O, rather, bird, with me Through the fair land rejoice ! ral reign ; Sigh for the shepherds sunk to rest t...is not the beauty of the inorn That proves the eve doth it bring to me ? Thou eall'st along the sand, and haunt'st the surge, Restless and sad; as if,... | |
 | John Burroughs - 1901 - 388 pagina’s
...that boding cry O'er the waves dost thou fly? O, rather, bird, with me Through the fair land rejoice ! Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale, As driven...cry is weak and scared, As if thy mates had shared Thou call'st along the sand, and haunt'st the surge, Restless and sad ; as if, in strange accord With... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1901 - 1080 pagina’s
...boding cry O'er the waves dost thou Hy'.' Oh! rather, bird, with me Through the fair land rejoice! s were given, And then he bade farewell 鏍 ... S 瞔 "A 1901 H. T. Coates"+ Coat seared, As if thy mates had shared The doom of us. Thy wail — What does it bring to me? Thou call'st... | |
 | 1904 - 1014 pagina’s
...brooding cry O'er the waves dost thou fly? O, rather, bird, with me Through the fair land rejoice! Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale, As driven...does it bring to me? Thou call'st along the sand, and haunt'st the surge, Restless and sad; as if, in strange accord With motion and with roar Of waves that... | |
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Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale, As driven by a beating storm at sea ; Thy cry is weak and scared, As if thy mates had shared The doom of us : Thy wail — What does it bring to me... 
