 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 fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome...  The Progressive Reader, Or, Juvenile Monitor: Carefully Selected from the ... - Page 1731837 - 216 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - English literature - 1824 - 408 pages
...and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. " All day the wings have fann'd At that fair height, the cold thin atmosphere — Yet stoop not,...the welcome land, Though the dark night is near." Mr. Bryant has also written a pleasant poem, entitled — " Green River," and another, " Inscription... | |
 | North American review and miscellaneous journal - 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...among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest.' ART. XIX. — An Essay concerning the Free -Agency of Man, or the Powers and Faculties... | |
 | 1822 - 758 pages
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 | 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...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... | |
 | American poetry - 1822 - 298 pages
...way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. And soon that toil shall end ;' • • • ' Soon...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 hath sunk... | |
 | Arminianism - 1823 - 908 pages
...WATER-FOWL. By BRYANT, an American Poet. All day thy wings hare fann'd, At that far height, the cool, thin atmosphere , Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome 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... | |
 | English poetry - 1822 - 418 pages
...The desert and illimitable air, — 172 All day thy wings have fann'd, At that far height, the cool thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not 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... | |
 | 1822 - 496 pages
...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... | |
 | John Pierpont - Recitations - 1823 - 492 pages
...— 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...among thy fellows : reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone ! the abyss_of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply... | |
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